Текст песни Imetagnome (lifeseeker) с переводом

It was late September on a coolish day

The sky was grey with just a few golden rays

Shadows stretchin' to the point of kvetchin'

My mental space, a reflection of this etchin'

Felt the toll of no control from days of old

To restore my soul, had to take a stroll

On that path that be callin' out to me

And my eBay mug filled with decaffeinated tea

Dog by my side, see him run with a glide

As he comes and he goes with his nose getting wild

As we tromp through the brush, soft pine needle hush

It’s a whole different world and I try to adjust

It’s all livin' and dyin' at the same time, I’m

Trying to let it all in, cool with the natural vibes and

We’re movin', I’m thinkin' my brain is shrinkin'

Thoughts don’t mean shit; stumbled, started blinkin'

Wondered which direction was the right route

Felt lost for a moment, got turned about

Then spied a side path leading to some high grass

Upon a plateau, a miniature meadow

In the middle to the side was a small being

I could not believe what my eyes were seeing

Fifteen inches tall or a little bit higher

Stared at me for a while, then back to his fire

I met a gnome in the forest behind my home

Had a fire with no flame, just smoke that got blown

In my face when I faced him, graced him with my presence

'Twas a strange effervescence emanating from his essence

The air was abuzz with a curious energy

Interest mixed with indifference, neither friend nor enemy

Just a motherfucking gnome doing his thing

Took his staff to the dirt, traced the shape of a ring

I said, «You like roasted toadstools and dandelion wine?»

He just stared into space like, «Are you out of your mind?»

So I looked at him like, «Yo, what’s the plot?»

He looked like he had a different kind of thought

A thought at ease with no ease, still crisp as snow peas

Transmitting insights to the slightest degrees

Then I said, «Wait a minute, I must maintain

My own mind state and connect my brain!»

My dog started barking, gnome flicked his hand

Dog froze in a pose like, «I understand.»

Then the gnome signaled like, «I'll be back, stay here.»

Left some tiny tracks and then they disappeared

Now back at my house as I slouch on the couch

Buggin' out, eyelids heavy, wonderin' what’s this all about?

Felt my feet in a bog, as I call to my dog

Passing through the mist, curling, and it twists

Heard a quiet song slowly taking shape

Driftin' off, driftin' in, not too sure I’m awake

Fog machine of my mind I’m walkin through

Heard a strange voice say, «I wanna talk to you.»

I said, «I saw you in the forest and you wouldn’t speak

And where I come from, we call that weak!»

«Well that’s ok, what you want me to say?

Probably try to catch me and sell me on eBay

Would you understand better if I looked like a sap

And some wack blue britches and a pointy red hat?»

I said, «Nah, in fact the way that you be is real groovy!»

«Then why’d you make this dream sequence just like a corny movie?»

«I'm tryin' to communicate so the people can feel it

Come real with my crap and I feel you should rap

On my track, it’d be ill, let them magic beans spill

If I’m forced to imitate you, I will!»

I met a gnome in the forest behind my home

He had a mushroom hat and a face like stone

At least it looked like that, minute moves in place

Gazed at me for a sorta, then back into space

The air was abuzz with a curious energy

Interest mixed with indifference, neither friend nor enemy

Just a motherfucking gnome doing his thing

Had me listening for the knowledge that I knew he could bring

I met a gnome, y’all, I met a gnome

I met a gnome, y’all, a motherfuckin' gnome

I met a gnome, y’all, I met a gnome

I met a gnome, y’all, a motherfuckin' gnome!

I met a gnome, I met a gnome!

I met a gnome, y’all, a motherfuckin' gnome!

I met a gnome, I met a gnome!

I met a gnome, y’all, a motherfuckin' gnome!

Heard so many on the mic claim how real they be

But ain’t none of y’all close to half as real as me

Ain’t a leprechaun, brownie, fairy or sprite

But I be sippin' RC Cola all goddamn night

And RC stands for real chill like a glass of ice

Smokin' with the fireflies so won’t you pass the dice

And roll with the troll, that ain’t a a troll at all

1−800-G-Gnomes, baby, gimme a call

Singin' tra la la la la tra la la la lee

And this ain’t that motherfucker imitating me!

Don’t get it twisted, I ain’t heaven sent

I’m a motherfuckin' pagan here to represent

I speak for the flowers, I speak for the trees

I speak for them motherfucking birds and bees

Had company for tea, 3 froggies and 2 newts

Got a hard wood floor… it’s called roots!

In my cob web water bed, I get a lot of head too!

Just ask my pet rock! «Yo man, it’s true!»

Don’t stereotype me or try to hype me

All your glitz and glamour, no, it don’t excite me

'Cause a weak superstition’s all you seem to see

But your life ain’t nothin' but a dream to me

Who cares if I wear 1/64 size drawers

What I’m sayin' most of all is go for yours!