Run *hmm*
Run *hmm*
Run *hmm*
Run, running (repeat 4x)
Paranoid
Paranoia on my mind
Tell me what I gotta do, will I be fine?
Popping, pop a pop a pill to get some sleep
(Sleep)
Or maybe dip to like, to London for like a week?
(For a week)
Take some time, see my niece, ain't that sweet?
Or maybe fuck around smashing through those beats
Paranoia, paranoia through the streets
Paranoia, paranoia in my sheets
Running, run *hmm*
Run *hmm*
Run *hmm*
Run, running (repeat 4x)
Oh wave, won't you comfort me
As we go
Staring down the satellite's rays
I think we're close
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell