Saul Williams performing Untimely Meditations acapella in Salt Lake City at Kilby Court. lyrics belowThe fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul \nclouds my thoughts and rains you into existence as i take flight on bolts of lighting \nclaiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me i of \nthe storm you of the sea we of the moon land of the free what have i \ndone to deserve this? am i happy? \nhappiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle-class existence i see through smiles and smell truth in the distance beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter lies are hereafter \nwhere tears echo laughter you\'d have to do math to divide a smile by a tear times fear equals mere truth.i simply delve in the air and if that\'s the case, all i have to breath and all else will follow, that\'s why drums are hollow, and i like drums drums are good but i cant think straight i lack the attention span to meditate my attention spans galaxies here \nand now are immense seconds are secular, moments are mine, self is illusion, music\'s divine.\nnoosed by the strings of jimi\'s guitar i swing \npurple hazed pendulum hypnotizing the part of i that never dies, look into my eyes are the windows of the soul. it\'s fried chicken collies and \ncornbread, its corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil. itsthe stolen blood of the earth, used to make cars run and kill the fish. who me? \ni play scales. the scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas my sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen trees and we are the echoes of eternity,\nechoes of eternity, echoes of eternity maybe you heard of us, we dorebirths, revokes and resurrections we threw basement parties in pyramids, i left my tag on the wall, the beats would echo of the stone \nand solidify into the form of light bulbs, destined to light of the heads of future generations they\'re releasing it up in the form of ohm. \n\nMaybe you heard of us. If not then you must be trying to hear us, in such cases we can\'t be heard we remain in the darkness unseen, in the \ncenter of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception, clothed to the naked eye, \nfive senses cannot sense the fact of our existence \nand that\'s the only fact, in fact thereare no facts, fax me a fact and i\'ll telegram i\'ll hologram i\'ll telephone the son of man and tell him he is \ndone. leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. god and i are one. times moon times star times sun, the factor is \nme, you remember me, i slung amethyst rocks on saturn blocks \'til i got caught up by earthling cops. they wanted me for their army or whatever. picture me,\n i swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be \ntoday, tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything else. \ni am simply saturn swirling sevenths through sooth the sole living heir of air and I, and, and all else follows. reverberating the space inside of \ndrum hollows. package and bottles and chips and tomorrow then sold \nto the highest nigga. i swing to the tallest tree, lynched by the lowest \nbranches of me, praying that my physical will set me free cause i\'m afraid that allelse is vanity mere language is profanity, i\'d rather hum \nor have my soul tattooed to my tongue and let the scriptures be sung \nin gibberish as words be simple fish in my soulquarium. and intellect can\'t swim so i stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock.i\'m tired of trying to understand. perceptions are mangled matted and knotted anyway. life is more than what meet the eye and I, so elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurb and your thoughts leaveyou third (eye)solated. no man is an island but i often feel alone, so ifind peace through OM. city, court, h2oetry, hip, hop, jack, jared, kilby, lake, live, lyric, meditations, rap, salt, saul, untimely, waters, williams