Own Brain


You can't fight the feeling
While aiming for the stars
You might hit the ceiling
To be healing from the scars
Through aftershock tremors
Through inclement weather
Through anything ever
Here we came sir
Rise around

From stony ground, I'm far away
Upon my path, upon my way
The wasted days are history
The future is a mystery

I've got my own brain

It's good to look, but rude to stare
A second glance as you're laid bare
Your actions more than systole
The future is a mystery

I've got my own brain
I got the one aim
I've got my own brain
An anagram of my own name

You can't fight the feeling
While aiming for the stars
You might hit the ceiling
To be healing from the scars
Through aftershock tremors
Through inclement weather
Through anything ever
Here we came sir
Rise around

These realms I've found
Are where I stay
My blood flow halts
My temple veins

I've got my own brain
I got the one aim
I've got my own brain
An anagram of my own name

Own Brain


Lyrics by:
Brown

Available on:
My Way (2.59)

Details:
Ian Brown was working with Peter Mescall (DJ Mek), a hip-hop sampler from Dublin, who came up with the idea of calling himself Sampler Elect as an anagram of his name. Peter told Ian Brown that his own name was an anagram of 'Own Brain' or 'Brain Now', and the singer built a song around the former. Ian was giving consideration to calling the album 'Own Brain', but eventually settled for 'My Way'. A popular saying by Ian about the unlimited ambition of the Roses was "Aim for the stars and you're gonna hit the ceiling", and this filters through in the opening verse (see also So High).


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