Lyrics:
you run through life avoiding last place, you need to save face,
you get the feeling, the one you can't place, like a bad taste
anxiety, you feel your heart race, like it's killing you quietly,
is it you or society, or the human condition,
the price of sobriety, of unimpaired vision
And you're a million miles from where you wanna be
there's a  million of them and only one of me.

but what the fuck do they know, it's still a fair fight,
I'm just another one of them, to them, right
so hold tight, I might make it from sheer spite,
at least I know they're never gonna shoot me on sight  

words on the sand, mostly mean you have salt on your hand   

so you think that you're smarter than most people
you're sharper than those sheep, and you're more worthy of love than your average creep,
bet you also think you're kinder than most people, 
or at least you were till life beat you and taught you to only worship at your own steeple
"I'm a nice guy, but don't tread on me"
OK wait a second chief you're way ahead of me.
have you ever thought you might be the dick instead of me
incredibly it doesn't ever seem to cross your mind, let's just wait and see.
I can self-reflect introspect, think about my own actions that deserves respect,
why can't people have just a fraction of my self awareness, in fairness, 
maybe it's just cause  I'm smarter than most people, work harder than most people,
oh fuck I'm trash, falling in the same trap throw me on the heap

words on the sand, disappear, it's all part of the plan

so they say that the planet is in danger, 
that the animals are dying and the weather's only getting stranger
the solution isn't lying in a manger it's in all of us,
to pull together and make a change  
it's as easy as quitting meat, don't fly try getting places on your own two feet,
cycle, recycle, turn on electronics only as a treat it's an easy feat
it takes practice, we're gonna crack this, 
but you were always one for theory over praxis,
you said to calm down, there's no need to overact, 
this is never gonna stop the earth from spinning on its axis.
but the fact is you were always quite attracted
to the kind of guy who tells you that it's all an act,
so how d'you wanna get any laws enacted 
when the people in government are the least impacted

words on the sand, truth or lies, makes no difference now man

we can fight this, with a tight fist,
raised up high in the air or on a mic grip,
we're spelling out words in the sand but we might win,
if we can throw a fucking curveball with the right spin

so what now, you're feeling sorry for yourself,
you've tried activism and you're turning to self-help,
hell's bells ringin and it ent gonna end well,
there's a bad smell lingering and time is about to tell.
you're getting older but the feeling is not healing 
you're not stealing but you feel guilty for what you have,
and envy for what you don't, and mostly just kinda sad.
you wanna be mad at the folks who don't pitch in, 
now you hate yourself for the new fridge in your kitchen,
Switching track back to reach out to politicians
all we have to do now is agree on the mission
back some kind of vision we're in critical condition
well that failed, it's a travesty,
have you seen the fucking commons it's a tragedy,
can't stop now, get mad you have the right to be,
the words that you write on the sand will be your legacy

Words On The Sand

welcome! leave your shoes at the door! odds are good you'll be spending the night on the floor
listen to me, this is the place to be, we're gonna party like it's 1983, 
masks off get up in my face this is my house, there's no concept of personal space
pass the bottle, the night's full throttle, I can teach you how to be Great, call me aristotle
you're in the shuttle to a one stop shop too-hot-for-god drop from a top notch session,
we're here with a vision, blow up like fission, every person in the whole room knows the mission

we're getting back to the funk
we're getting back to the funk

hey stranger, you're new here aincha, don't be frightened you're never in any danger
get up now, lift your ass from the seat, I promise you you're in for a treat
feel the beat, the musical heat, flowing through the soles of your feet
the transformation's complete, and I can see it's pretty major
you know you wanna dance it's always been in your nature
I said it wouldn't hurt ya didn't say it wouldn't change ya
 
we're getting back to the funk
we're getting back to the funk
 
ladies and gentlemen don't fear! the man that you've all been waiting for is now here
I'm in top gear,  gonna need a volunteer
let me show you my rocket and I can blow you to the stratosphere
on stage watch me slapping the bass, I can see a trace of a look of envy in your face
they call me obscene and an absolute disgrace, but I don't need other people to make my case
funk city, the folks looking pretty, dont need to be fancy I want it to be gritty
flexibility beats respectability, I'll show you what I mean to the best of my ability 
I'm your bard, call me mister marmelade, voulez vous lay down like a pair of cards
ride on my boulevard, let me be your bodyguard, I can make you explode like a hand grenade

we're getting back to the funk
we're getting back to the funk

Ed Seabright 1