Quelle Chris - Old Friend Lyrics

(It's a common enough sight, a life in danger; a man on night shift stumbles against a machine. A woman awakens with agonizing chest pains. All too often it's the prelude to the end of the life, to the easy act of dying. For all the millions who believe devoutly in an afterlife, a life after death, this sort of thing can well be no more than a prelude, a staging point on the way to an immortal hereafter. But what about the others, the ones who see dying as an intermission? Those who believe in a life after life?
What about those who claim a previous existence here on Earth?
The ones like these:
"Oh, my chest, oh my chest"
"I'm ready to go")

It's funny meetin' you here
We used to fist-fight and crack beers
We both died at 17 that time
One scuffle, one night, we both took a long flight
Before then we were in France in the '50's, suits spiffy
We feelin' like the first hippies
We used to scoot to London, fuck ditties in hotels
That's why we find the movies funny as hell
We was both there
And been here for centuries, times plus
Remember me?
Your clan and my clan protected
God-like entities from enemies
Bangin' the same hoes from different time periods
I bagged Diana Dors
You had Lola Elayne Falana
And though they never claim us
My G we been rich and famous
God giveth but the face claimeth
We meet again, old friend
From trading blows in Asia
To crossing paths as complete strangers
Let's eat again old friend
Old friend

(Fragments of memories that we have stored in our brains
Memories that can be elicited by moving into an environment that resembles something that we've already experienced
So we don't have to invoke 'parallel universes'
We don't have to invoke the 'multiverse'
In order to explain most deja vus)

Your face was there
Your face was there
Your face was there
Didn't recognize until I caught the little things
Strange habits of my abilities
Patterns of how I deal with things
Babies point at me differently
Gotta be wise, ladies equate me to Billie Jean
But, that ain't mine, no son, Jackson
Tyson, Neeson, with no one
Seen Shebas, Amaras, Medusas
Couldn't call it, it's my aura
The archetype to go through this
Us fightin' it is doves crying, tryna uncover my front life
One time on my blood line
One time want my blood flyin'
What's it to them so obvious they acknowledge me
Before I've been acquired knowledge of my self
And wanna conquer me like Ottomans
Felt the world's weight and problems
Since Yahweh named me "Solomon"
Solititude amongst a lot of men
Just how I roll, except those
Few instances with kindred spirits senses seem to know
Heard my own soul echo 'cross the wormhole's belly
Told Quelle "catch you when we make it"
Or on the other side of New Delhi
Peculiar waves I can identify in the audience and our telly
We was walkin' by, drew correlations to a coronation
She caught my eye
Threw a kiss, it was a flaming lips
It was too contrived, almost blew her by
Didn't have a clue
Couldn't crucify my destiny to this messy loop
Saw her sigh but something chimed
"Your face was there, old friend"
Old friend we meet again

(Are you searching for deeper meaning in your life?
Have you read all the books? Taken all the classes?
And still, you don't have a clear understanding of your life's purpose?
And, what you're meant to do with your life
You know, when you see the bigger picture of your life
Your soul's plan unfolds right before your eyes
And then you finally understand where you've been
Where you're going
And, why you're here now
And then your next steps will become crystal clear)