Samurai Cowboy - Kurt Elling

You dig everything in life everything you've seen

Everywhere you've been

You have been thinking all of the time

Everything that's happened to

You has been made or construed to brood

At least passively in the life of the mind

You dig memory is such nothing gets away

Everything you touch finds a place deep

Inside your inner clutch

And it seems gigantical scenes

Pouring in from your outer dreams

Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully hutch

And once you think it naught

You can do to stop you've simply got to cop

Nevertheless the thought can really wig you

Like sometimes I'll go for a run

There's nothing I expect to run to

When all of the sudden the thought begins

A feeling like in my brain there lives an alien

And it gets funky then

Then I think maybe

I am just a little man in a space capsule

Riding 'round in a balloon

Deep down inside my head

(Some big old giant's head - dig )

I'm driving the running

The motion sequence of running and pushing

And Pumping the oxygen deep in the plumbing

Sumping on to some-way

Some-how keep on moving the giant

Keeping him pliant

Right now an arch-typical

Synap-tically of light a firing anatomical hit

Is right now getting down dig

Shooting a rapid-fire sparkle-chemical

In the atmosphere here

& thinking that I'm thinking of

Thinking only makes me think a kink

In a way that only goes to cite

That Descartes was right

You dig everything in life

Everything you've seen

Everywhere you've been

You have been thinking all of the time

Everything that's happened to you

Has been made or construed to brood

At least passively in the life of the mind

You dig memory is such nothing gets away

Everything you touch

Finds a place deep inside your inner clutch

And it seems gigantical scenes

Pouring in from your outer dreams

Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully hutch