Letras
When you dig it on the map, fidget
A spell backwards
Really closing up the gap, fidget
Gone backwards
Back, long time ago
They saw a ghost
Ghost made of bones
Soon that ghost was host
When you dig it on the map, fidget
A spell backwards
Really closing up the gap, fidget
Gone backwards
Those losing their youth
They goofed, they got the wrong view
First things reversed, that's the first you dig in
Think of that and get a load of what I'll tell you
What this place is no one knows if there's no traces
Of the kind of place it was before it got discovered
By the kind of cat that knows the earth belongs to him
Back when the world was young
And he was a living god
And he walked this earth as a just Messiah
That got the tribe off till one day
A stranger landed with a line of jive
Landed on the native's silly isle
Thinkin' maybe that they really should take five
And he quickly stole the native's soul
So he could control it
And he took care of that missionary biz
So the land was his
Never heard a story as wacky as that
To tell the truth, I ain't never heard another
That exasperated more what an exasperated
Narrative lay upon a sensitive
And kind of soul that I am
Way back when I was crawling on my crib
I was doing all kinds of thinking
Already I had figured out the cut of my jib
The kind of soul that never liked to tell a little fib
A body who was steady reaching up my mind
Always thinking on high-minded things
Wee, I was always one to be free
Ain't never had to keep a quiet
Or people have to get along together
Instead of messing around and fussing
With the felling they was doing
Me, I'm the old-fashioned kind
I was never gonna follow the leader
Real, real, real, real, real, real, real, that's me
As real as a Yankee can be, that's me
Millions of years ago there was a paleolithic age on earth
Then the whole world was young
And full of imbalances in rebirth
Primal souls were mixing with other souls
Into adapters living where about me
That was the case, about some income
Ammas here and there
And in addition there were lots of men everywhere
Who had no high tech to know and elect their respect
But in that spot where it was so lush, where it was so hot
Where many an animal was roaming and nature was god
Love was thriving, their living was actual
And the feeling was natural
I'm telling the truth, what about that living?
Subliminal, it's revealing, come on now
There was a truly rooty song around the planet
Climber, woman, never ask the killer cats
Who live in white light, goes when the natives looked around
And blew away to find their day was in the spirits
Long ago there was a legend 'bout the spirit
Who would some day come
A look at these cats, you see they probably had some
So they welcomed him all with peace and love
And everything just plenty of
Until the tables turned to rigamarole
And they cast him away, had him sail like a dog
Past the date, past our people, they were spirits astral
You see how perfectly it fit with me
Incorporated into what a cat'll think of factual
What was an accident turned into something
Some believe really heaven sent
Everybody falls for it, right on down to the militants
And the marchers, and the martyrs, and the murderers
Everybody wound up
When you dig it on the map, fidget
A spell backwards
Really closing up the gap, fidget
Gone backwards
Back, long time ago
They saw a ghost
Ghost made of bones
Soon that ghost was host
When you dig it on the map, fidget
A spell backwards
Really closing up the gap, fidget
Gone backwards
Those losing their youth
They goofed, they got the wrong view
First things reversed, that's the first you dig in
