Lyrics > Coldcut – Mr Nichols

Coldcut – Sound Mirrors [Card Sleeve] (CD, CANADA)
Writers: More/Black/Brook/Williams (ASCAP)
Published: Just Isn’t Music/EMI/River Azaro Publishing
From: Coldcut – Sound Mirrors
Source: Album Sleeve Notes
Man In A Garage
True Skool
Just For The Kick
Walk A Mile In My Shoes
Mr Nichols
A Whistle And A Prayer
Everything Is Under Control
Everything Is Under Control (Coldcut Theory 0.1)
Everything is Under Control (DJ Kentaro Remix)
Everything is Under Control (Live at The Big Chill)
Everything is Under Control (Original Acapella)
Everything is Under Control (The Qemists mix)
Everything is Under Control (Return Of The Underdog Remix)
Everything is Under Control (Solid Groove Dub)
Aid Dealer
This Island Earth
Please Mr Nichols come back inside the window
I can’t promise you anything but I trust there is a far greater reason to live I know you’ve become disheartened and disillusion by the current state of affairs
Your stocks have fallen your investments have failed you
The man from whom yu took orders
Has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates
You question what is this world coming to what is the profit margin when you are forced to pander to the marginalized where’s the glory you dreamt of as a child dressed as a cowboy your play gun pointed at real targets
Your mother holding her tongue as your father consoles her with the words it’s just boys stuff
Well you joined his fraternity you grew into his old suits
You acquired his beliefs you embodied his dreams and with him his over sights
How long did you think it would last it’s just a matter of time
The world is far from over
Bro your mother out lives your father your sister out lives your brother
And if you jump from this window today she will also out live you
Look at her sitting in her midwestern home turned into opera once again today she learns to meditate on a second hand couch
Meanwhile you stand outside outside this window twelve stories above the ground one-story remaining untold
You contemplate the setting sun unaware of your disorientation dis-orient
Turned away from the east the shifting current seems to conspires against you
Mr Nichols you failed to see that you’ve always stood outside the window
perched on the threshold of oblivion countless manmade stories above the truth
For so long you have stood facing the setting sun
mistaking the complementary unified duality of nature as being right or wrong
Good or evil, god or devil
Mr Nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your up rise why not just turn around
Lessen the intensity of your western glare and face the rising sun
Note the energy sprawling from its centre how it illuminates us all and only the birds fly first class there is your inheritance
The warmth of a kiss
Invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery allow her breath to seep into your lungs
Surrender to her touch and guidance
there’s no other way your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake your self
While your family continues it search for understanding and your daughters out live your sons

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