Tekstovi: Nujabes. Modal Soul. Sign.

Do we wanna watch it all fall apart?
Everytime I walk I watch
I look, I notice, I observe, I read the signs
And the signs are pointing in the wrong direction
The signs are not naming the streets or leading you to the highway
The signs are naming names
Tombstones to mark the dead of children not even born
And I don't mean abortion, I mean what is to come
The signs are telling me to turn back around
The signs are telling me to research my past
The signs are telling me to learn from my mistakes
The signs are asking me questions

Do you wanna watch it all fall apart?
Do you have any control?
Is there anything that you can do?
Time is not a nice person, I know because the signs said it
Time can be generous but ultimately time is indifferent
Time does not give two damns or a fuck, so what will you do?
What will we do?

So I'm in the middle of the street talking to the signs
and people are looking at me
pointing and laughing like this mother fuckers crazy
But do they not see the signs?
Do you not see the signs?

If there is one thing in this world that you can depend on
and you can bet your last dollar on is the ignorance of the American people
and still I have faith
and still I read the signs
and they are indeed there
some of us are lost and will not find our way no matter what the signs say
Some of us do not see the signs because we are too busy shopping
Some of us do not see the signs because we can't help but stop
and look at the accidents, and stare
we are in a daze
we are amazed by the worlds displays
Some of us do not see the signs because
we are giving spare change to the homeless
we are getting gas, we are volunteering for duty
and we are watching television
we are driving around in circles on spinners,and we are working 8 to 6
We are on our way to the club, we are high, we are drunk, and we are sober
and we do not see the signs
We are listening to a moron babble
We are listening to tounges that lie
We give them a ear, we give them a hand, we give them both eyes
So we cannot see the signs
Slow! There are children playing in the streets and they cannot read the signs
They are only children
Stop! Stop!
I fear there is no u-turn, and that this road that ends
because we cannot read the signs
Do you not see the signs?
We must read the signs
and we must turn around, we must turn around
We gotta turn this shit around
and we gotta read the signs
we must read the signs, we must read the signs, we must read the signs
we gotta read the signs, we gotta turn this shit around
we must turn this shit around
we gotta turn this shit around
we gotta read the signs


(Thanks to Murdoch for these lyrics)