Uploaded June 2016 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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''Nostalgic Intellect'' from the album Breakin' Point.

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LYRICS:
I don’t know where I’m gonna go
Where to run if they drop the bomb
I’ll be gone
So I stay in my hidden shed
Rather extinct than mentally dead
You can’t see what I won’t show
And you keep a knockin’ hard,
I won’t hear

‘Cause I’m locking myself
In the old world
Nothings changed on the home turf
And I’m all mixed up in my own words
All tucked up with the same girl
I keep it dignified
Nostalgic intellect

What’s the point with a phone that’s smart
If you don’t have a flexible heart
Beating hard to and fro
If I’m all tapped into the universe
Whatever happens if the universe is cursed
I’ll be damned
You can stand so close but you won’t get near

And you cannot save me
With “what if’s” and “maybe’s”
I have far to many “buts” and “whys” to counter with

So I’m locking myself
In the old world
Nothings changed on the home turf
And I’m all mixed up in my own words
Nostalgic Intellect
‘Cause I’m locking myself
In the old world
Nothings changed on the home turf
And I’m all mixed up in my own words
All tucked up with the same girl
So I’m locking myself
In the old world
Nothings changed on the home turf
And I’m all mixed up in my own words
All tucked up with the same girl
I keep you satisfied
Nostalgic intellect