Quantum Travel (are you ready?) CHRIS BASS ------------ There’s no red pill or blue pill for me just a purple pill Smoking purple haze with the greys up on Hazel Hill my haunted launchpad where others fall flat I’m upright and armor-clad with steel drums coming from Trinidad Whether Superbad or just super-mad never down with a stupid plan This musical superman with canine tendencies steady shedding his earthly dependencies Is ready to depart let’s start fire up the engines please The way I travel galaxies it isn’t fantasy or fallacy Quantum physics got the rhythm twisting up my atoms see Say it’s impossible no fossil fuel but I found a way of unlocking the improbable – a load of bull that’s what you’re thinking but I haven’t been drinking The trick IS to let the rhythm hit ‘em like Rakim and sink in Music’s removing obstacle- Please let me move your ossicles Massage you with Bass the improbable Becomes possible feel it in every follicle Music ain’t just sexual it’s anthropological Feel it goshdammit that’s how you leave the planet We’re just vibrating atoms on a wild pomegranate Got the Q for Quotient- Edits for the flow that’s potent You’ll be hearing from em both in just a moment But let’s break for musical devotion our locomotion dependent on an engine of emotion HOOK We got the groove that you can’t replace, this spirit engine lets us travel in Space QURO ------- You might have noticed I look different to the photos But not yet flyblown A special taste like Ancho Got my breath took like asbestos I’ve tried my best since the get go There’s meth dripping from your radio A sense of something missing from the show There’s all kinds of roads And high and lows A little roadkill Out my car’s back window I tried my best to make some sense of this No S on my chest Just blood, bone and flesh No “Hold the Press!” No dollars no sense We all plied with meds No borders, no fence Ain’t got no civil defence What you’re given you get? Sure I’m a tired old vet What an impression I left It’s not real hard to be easily led An astronaut’s helmet On this Australian head HOOK EDITS ------ It lets me travel in space With a rabble of mates From Adelaide, I get to represent this magical place ‘with Chris Bass and Quro I’m adamant we make sound waves Vibrate so much the cabinet shake It’s like a Lamington Cake Australian Baked Make no mistake cause these heads are never takin’ a break I gravitate to the greats like a Jack and an Ace Get it done, cause its needed like CHANGING THE DATE Keep blazing a phrase with the energy of effigies This groove takes you to a new place that you have never seen On James Webb, but don’t write it in the credits Went from Kris to The Editor and orbited back to Edits Moved from paper and pen to tapping raps with my thumbs In a pattern that just happens to match up to the drums Might be savage to some, what we had to become Was deadlier than U.S. schoolkids packin’ a gun I’ll say passionate and fun this one here brings joy Draws more attention than shouting “Ship Ahoy!” It’s like a sip of Soy…a real salty flavor This boy’ll spit and destroy it and insult your neighbours On a major trip – it seems that time can’t end this Like taking too much Psylocibin Cubensis Defend this relentless no way to come down Then I tend to regret when I’m facing the ground. This is music, fine art like a shredded Banksy Or rocking a mullet with a Hypercolor tank-tee Thankfully we got it locked, nobody can change the key Maybe there’s a benefit to making it free? I stay easy - Geez we could flip it on the stage I guess I’m busy booking places on the I.S.S. I don’t try to impress, style can’t be replaced This spirit engine lets you travel in Space HOOK CHRIS BASS ------------ Your solar panels powered by the nearest Sun HA Our interstellar Spacecraft powered by Sun RA If ya got the rhythm of the spirit let’s hear it Don’t wish to inhibit ego measurement we’re complicit So come with it Run with it, Take your best shot Give it what you got like the Beasties give it whatcha Got Peace to MCA pick you up on the way Goodbye to gravity now we’re savvy that homie don’t Play Getting low down let James Brown deal with Gravity Cause it’s been grabbin’ at us like the hands of Depravity Masters of reality like Black Sabbath addled on Acid Looking through the void out of a Pink Floyd prism facet Uncle George’s mothership ridin’ beside us And they’re funky as Hell got the Space Funk like Manzel If you can’t tell the way to travel is let go Like Lonnie Liston Smith listen to those Cosmic ECHOES ECHOES ECHOES