Refraction blues.

 Struck a drumbeat rhythm of a different plane 

anotha sorry sukka going down tha drain

You don't even have to know what you're about 

there's a shortage on the radio giving out a shout

Complimentary citizenship becoming all the rage 

pick the right poker chip it doesn't matter what
your age might be or eventually become if you're 

so much younger now than you were then

why do you look in the mirror and try not to pretend 

the only audience is you make it resonate
along the rhythms of the underneath and penetrating way

not just for mainstream acceptable pay there's another reason 

breathing and you know you ain't deceiving another motion 

out of control one more jolt from the earthquake 

tincturing the potion for the soul one portion 

for each distinct reverberation felt throughout 

the earth's crust trying to stay on our feet 

who do we trust singing in the street 

with instrumental prowess we'll bring you to your feet 

nice and easy, honest.

In spirit this is a deliverance, in practice we just want you to dance 

go ahead and ask us take a chance we'll get back to you with the answer 

before the beginning of the disaster spells out for a tad too long 

disenfranchising us from the equation to remain all the more strong.

At least this is the vision in the world 

that we'd all like most to see let us stand together
as testament that in addition to each other

 we can each also choose to do no wrong

and this is the reasonable discourse for us to take

 in order that we might get along
This is refraction blues. It's an attraction 

to slamming on brakes reaction

gardenia growing moves. Just in accordance 

with planting seeds out in the garden

so that everyone approves. It's just this little thing 

I like to call Refraction Blues.