P-27 - Floatin' Buttaflies
feat. feat. Andy Scherrer (Sax)
© 1999 P-27 (SUISA)
Lyrics by: Tron
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Comin‘ in my ear like floatin‘ buttaflies
Comin‘ in my ear
Comin‘ in my ear and I dry my eyes
Comin‘ in my ear, comin‘ in my
Ear, the sound of thunder and storm
Ah, the sound of a saxophone kingdom
The sound that’s comin‘ from the temple of sin, the
Man on the hill keeps a grin
He was the
King of Kings, Lord of the Rings
One of my alltime favourite things, a
Thousand thank you’s from me, Tron, to the
Almighty, immortal, everlasting, hornblastin‘, John
Coltrane takes me on a Soul train, gets me
Dancin‘ in the rain, through memory-lane, I say
Chim-Chim-Cheree and I’m chasin‘ the Trane
Look up to the sky, it’s a Bird, it’s a Plane, no it’s
Supertrane, offerin‘ Naima `n Impressions
Spiritual, space-afrolistic jam sessions
Ooh Dear Lord, I mean ooh Dear John
Why you left and where have you gone? He was
Settin‘ the pace with his own living space and
Grace, the ****’n Scotch in the saxcase
Now he’s gone and left a musical disaster
He was the master, now he’s my own private pastor, I say
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On my turntable’s a plate made of vinyl, this
Record lets me dance and that’s signal, `cause there’s no
Boom-Boom-Tcha, Boo-Boo-Boom-Tcha, it’s
Swinging‘, sax is singin‘ now he’s gonna get `cha
Flyin‘ high in the f...in‘ Basel sky, en-
Joyin‘ lush life from dusk until a new day says
Hi! And the sun tells me the truth and the why
And I get up for another try
John Coltrane was a man I look up to, a
Man, I will never understand, a
Man that gave me hours of passion and fun
He was the one
A man has a deep blow with the speed I can’t follow, the
Slowtrane makes me sane after the rain
Pain and anger’s burnin‘ in my speakers, it’s
Comin‘ to get me, sweat me, afraid me
Never let me feel like before, I
Want more, I’m sore, Trane’s the Lord of
Thousand and one presents, the
Essence, it’s the Consequence, he
Showed me life’s a game I never wanted to play, it’s
My betray, but I have to live on "Planet Cliché"
Round da world, I’m rappin‘ at home
Conjure orcans, storms and thunderdomes
On the Hill of Bright Darkness standing the conductor
Major, Minor, instructor, my doctor
I’m his patient and he strongs my health, John
Coltrane, and his records on my shelf
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