Here are the lyrics to "Marinate" which is also at
www.myspace.com/godfreysjournalI grab my pen and my paper, transcend to another place - i'll see you later
I'm meditating on historic events, I'm meditating on them ancient scripts
Levitating like an angel but my name aint Chris, on my shoulder is no dandruff but a couple of chips
Chardonnay in my glass - i take a couple of sips
Instrumental on blast, snares a couple of kicks -- they so sick
I just wanna chill with no drama - where's Maury Povich - or Ricky Lake
I need a break for my mental sake, see me take, a couple of hours and just marinate
Separate myself from people who be actin' fake
Me and solitude have a date- and she told me do not be late
I'm showing up with flowers, chill mode activate
Can I live, Can I breathe
A little bit of solitude is all I need
Couple deep breaths and i'm at it again
My only true friends are my pad and my pen
It just so happens, i'm close to my pad and pen like Sam - and Frodo Baggins
See us relaxin and laughin - basking together, companions no matter the weather
I swear it's all passion when I'm passin my soul to my pad - I'm Steve Nashin
Deep incisions with my pen, creating artful curves
Transplant surgery as i place my heart in words, a lot more than nouns and verbs
I know it sounds absurd, but I would rather chill with you
Than clowns who be following the herd, who swallowing media's turds
Wallowing in ignorance, its sickenin and I'm sick of it - it's ridiculous and some know it
Others are the systems victims
That's the reason why my lyrics is meticulous I'm staying true and never fictitious
Repeat Chorus
(Ahhhh) Do you hear that? That's the sound of relief
As I dwell by myself far away from fake peeps
Around you they act one way - others come around it's another OK
I aint got time for this babe, I gotta burn rubber
Pedal to the metal - I gotta bury this, where's my shovel? It's my biz
To tell it like it is - I'm on my Aaron Neville
Seeking others on my level - Mentality so rebel as I revel at the thought of revolution
That won't be sparked by any man - Give me spins, I'll change the climate like a ceiling fan
True company - No chance of silly friends
It's depressing times, but pressing I'm trynna stay giddy like Hello Kitty fans
And lyrics stayin' blazin' cajun like a box of Zatarains