Born To Undulate

Like the Zulu and Lotuka, like the Pygmy and Maasai

Like the caterpillar rolling, like the flight of butterfly

Like the breathing of a baby, like the writhing of the bait

Like primordial orgasm, I was born to undulate

Can’t seem to understand them, why they want to bring me down

I am the cloud’s laughing, they think I’m just a clown

Can’t seem to understand me when I tell them that our fate

Is to manifest the universe that was born to undulate

Refrain: Undulate! Undulate! Undulate! Undulate! Woo!

Don’t want to do my duty, don’t want to make the rate

Don’t want to take home good pay, just want to undulate

Don’t want to argue any more, don’t want to set them straight

Don’t care if they die ignorant, just want to undulate

C’mon undulate Baby! Uhh…..

Mumba!

And when I see you sweetheart, a nymph dancing free and wild

I know you’re born for ecstasy, the universe’s child

Want to dance in the sun with you and take you for my mate

‘Cause like the cosmos spinning, you were born to undulate

Refrain: Undulate! Undulate! Undulate! Undulate! Woo!

Move like a wave

Notes: I wrote this song after having an intense marijuana-induced experience- possibly the most intense experience of my life. I had a typical headache that day and was trying to walk it off on the side road that runs past my house. My neighbor and his brother were driving by and were smoking the stuff and offered me some. Hoping to shake the headache, I smoked with them. The dope must’ve been laced with heroin or PCP or something because it was much more than a typical pot high. I remember going back to my house and being very disturbed about something. My late grandmother kept asking me what was wrong and I kept telling her to just leave me alone. She, being the person she was, would not leave it go and I kept getting more agitated until I found myself screaming uncontrollably, “Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” over and over until it felt like I was screaming with my whole body right down to my toes. It was infinitely painful and I wanted to stop but couldn’t and the episode went on for what seemed an interminable amount of time, totally freaking my poor grandmother out. I believe that I was experiencing the deep pain of her not leaving me alone when I needed to be and I was finally able to tell her just how deeply it bothered me. I’d lived with her all my life and apparently the roots of this pain were lifelong ones. After I started coming back down, I sat on the floor of my music room and felt like an innocent baby must feel who hasn’t yet been perverted by neurotic pain. I undulated in ecstasy. It seemed to me to be a goal we should all hope to achieve.