Seconds Before
Stakka Bo
The Great Blondino (1995)

This time, time has built a nest in me.
The seconds before seem to
have set themselves free.
But I have to come to terms
with my mortgagee,
cus time is like a permanent guest within me.

This time time refuses to rest in me.
The seconds before seem to have set
themselves free.
But I don't feel too bad with my company,
cus time is like a permanent guest within me.

The seconds before
used to mean all to me.
The seconds before,
more than what was to be.
The cars in advance of
"Sharks" on Discovery.
Hunger for my noodles when I'm
late on delivery,
like the calm to precede our
electric eruptions,
the diffusing of scents just
before the seduction.

Like cosmically coming
before we get to heaven,
or a good game of tetris
on level eleven.
Turning off the iron
on my way of vacation.
Always anticipating anticipation,
but then we crossed the line
and moments just arrived
without the seconds
from which the spirit was derived.
I guess boredom is the sustenance
to be held above.
It enhances the value of those seconds I loved.
The seconds before
used to mean all to me.

This time, time has built a nest in me.
The seconds before seem to
have set themselves free.
But I have to come to terms
with my mortgagee,
cus time is like a permanent guest within me.

This time time refuses to rest in me.
The seconds before seem to have set
themselves free.
But I don't feel too bad with my company,
cus time is like a permanent guest within me.

The seconds before
were the seconds to wait for.
The seconds before
were the the seconds I paid for.
Now somebody swapped them
for that void I'm in after.
Not exactly bad
but I'm in need of an adaptor,
however things are made
I'll end upon enthropian,
like thermodynamics with my
freezerdoor open.

But hot and cold are friends of mine,
I see the every day
and everything turns tepid
if you have it your way.
I'm putting sticks in my machinery
and cramping my plans.
There's no ad hoc in you at all,
but you're my overman.

Yes, you showed me lots of stuff
when all of it was new.
Now moving way too fast
from a relative point of view.
Thus, there's no more time for boredom,
I'm ridding this fad
but we will always miss those
precious seconds we once had.
The seconds before
used to mean all to me.

This time, time has built a nest in me.
The seconds before seem to
have set themselves free.
But I have to come to terms
with my mortgagee,
cus time is like a permanent guest within me.

This time time refuses to rest in me.
The seconds before seem to have set
themselves free.
But I don't feel too bad with my company,
cus time is like a permanent guest within me.

But then we crossed the line
and moments just arrived,
without the seconds from which
the spirit was derived.
I guess boredom is the sustenance
to be held above.
It enhances the value
of those seconds I loved.

This time, time has built a nest in me.
The seconds before seem to
have set themselves free.
But I have to come to terms
with my mortgagee,
cus time is like a permanent guest within me.

This time time refuses to rest in me.
The seconds before seem to have set
themselves free.
But I don't feel too bad with my company,
cus time is like a permanent guest within me.