Kurt Elling Samurai Cowboy Lyrics

You dig /everything in life / everything you've seen Everywhere you've been / you have been thinking all of the time

Everything that's happened to you / has been made or construed to brood At least passively in the life of the mind

You dig / memory is such / nothing gets away Everything you touch / finds a place / deep inside your inner clutch

And it seems gigantical scenes / pouring in from your outer dreams Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully hutch

And once you think it / naught you can do to stop / you've simply got to cop Nevertheless the thought can really wig you

Like sometimes I'll / go for a run / there's nothing I expect to run to When all of the sudden the thought begins / a feeling like in my brain there lives an alien / And it gets funky then

Then I think / maybe I am just a little man in a space capsule Riding 'round in a balloon / deep down inside my head (Some big old giant's head - dig?)

I'm driving the running / the motion sequence of running and pushing and Pumping the oxygen deep in the plumbing / sumping on to some-way Some-how keep on moving the giant / keeping him pliant
Right now an arch-typical synap-tically of light / a firing anatomical hit Is right now getting down / dig? Shooting a rapid-fire sparkle-chemical in the atmosphere, here

& thinking that I'm thinking of thinking / only makes me think a kink In a way / that only goes to cite that Descartes was right!

You dig /everything in life / everything you've seen Everywhere you've been / you have been thinking all of the time

Everything that's happened to you / has been made or construed to brood At least passively in the life of the mind

You dig / memory is such / nothing gets away Everything you touch / finds a place / deep inside your inner clutch

And it seems gigantical scenes / pouring in from your outer dreams Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully hutch