DESCRIPTION:
7 Seconds
from Sweet Revenge, by Ryuichi Sakamoto
Lyrics - Latasha Natasha Diggs:

7 seconds and your ass is mine yo
7 seconds and your ass is mine
7 seconds and your ass is mine yo
7 seconds and your ass is mine

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
7 seconds ago
smothered echoes of woe
disguised as a scream
and portrayed in my dreams
it had a nigger drippin' sweat
do you know what I mean
really have you ever seen
such a horrible sight
that it seeps through the seams
of your mind every night
where to god it gets hard
just to turn off the light.

Not everybody's blessed
with the gift of rest
some have troubles weighin' heavy
like a hole in their chest
stand like a man
grin and bear it at best
searchin' for solution
some set upon a quest
never findin' what they seek
and losin' self along the way
empty souls never sleep
it's a hell a price to pay
you'll be meetin' wreck tomorrow
if you sold shit today.

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
Never thought it'd come to this
ruptured moments of bliss
always being fucked
never gettin' a kiss
close your eyes, cross your fingers
hold your breath and make a wish
predators and prey
they just exist that way
hopin' Mystery Man
will send a blessin' their way
ascend to the sky
in a burst of flames
serve themselves salvation
for material gain.

If you can't see or touch it
I suggest that you remain
in a state of mind
that's eternally inclined
to question what is real
and leave the fables behind.

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2


I saw a man the other day
he had the Devil in his eyes
ruled a great land
with a system based on lies
some they knew the plan
but none were the wise
no matter how they tried
none could make him break the guise
most were kept quiet
with material wealth
and a well-contrived image
of superior self
some they had faith
in the promise of a chance
every mornin' 9 o'clock
the bell would ring and they would dance
others beat the game
and knew the cards were stacked
underground they made the game
but always watched their backs
periphery ones with no money to spend
found they didn't even count
and they were never havin' it.

For some reality
and what they see is too much
retreat to any bottle,
bag or vial they can clutch
escapades and phases
many mental mind trips
and safety nets
for over-privileged brats that slipped.

About the ones on the bottom
they could never exist.


7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
7 seconds and your ass is mine yo
7 seconds and your ass is mine
7 seconds and your ass is mine yo
7 seconds and your ass is mine
7 seconds and your ass is mine yo
7 seconds and your ass is mine

2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4