Gourmet De Funk
Mousse T. Lyrics


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Crude, yet bashful, he searched
Deeper, and deeper, and deeper
For that one sound to fit this monocyte mosaic
Oh, this works
As an ancient drum pounds deliberately
Reminding me of every heart that ever beat, in every man

Gourmet
Gourmet

Eyes closed, he′s lost, tangled in a collage
His long and slender Italian shoes, tapped in timely acknowledgement
Of what can only be described as, "Groovy bliss"
Ah, groovy Gourmet
Gourmet

Listening carefully now
Brown eyes gleaming analytically into the distance
A love affair
Man in music, in music

Gourmet
Gourmet de Funk
Gourmet

When we first met, man
There was no silence
I don't think there′s been silence ever since
Remember when we spent time with our aboriginal cousins
What did they call it again?
A didgeridoo? Didgeridoo

Gourmet
Gourmet de Funk

And when we comforted our African brothers from the cry of slavery
With a spiritual melody
A change is gonna come
And change is gonna come
A change is gonna come, yeah
We're there
And every celebration ever seen, ever heard

Gourmet
Gourmet
Gourmet de Funk
Gourmet
Gourmet, yeah
Gourmet de Funk

Now listen
The smell of salted tropical herbs film the air
Enough to make my mouth, eyes and ears water
Add what you like
And what would you like? Yeah

Just make sure to arrange your composition intuitively, my friend
For as long as this day allows freedom of expression
We shall cook

Gourmet de Funk
Oh, Gourmet
Gourmet
Gourmet de Funk
Gourmet
Gourmet
Gourmet de Funk

Oh, yeah, oh
Gourmet
Um, Gourmet
Gourmet
Gourmet
Gourmet de Funk
Gourmet de Funk

Said I believe
Said I believe
Said I believe
Sin come out




Say hi there
Say

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mousse T.'s "Gourmet De Funk" describe a man's immersive experience with music as he searches for the perfect sound to fit his "monocyte mosaic". The lyrics are vivid and poetic, detailing the man's journey towards finding rhythm and melody. In the first verse, the voice describes an ancient drum that reminds him of every heart that ever beat, in every man. The use of the drum as a metaphor for the human heart is a potent representation of the power of music to unite people. The use of the word "monocyte" is also a nod to the idea of unity, as monocytes are white blood cells that can transform into any other type of white blood cell, reflecting the diversity of human experience.


Line by Line Meaning

Crude, yet bashful, he searched
He was inexperienced, but open-minded, and he searched for inspiration


Deeper, and deeper, and deeper
He kept digging and exploring


For that one sound to fit this monocyte mosaic
He wanted to find the perfect sound to add to his creation


Oh, this works
He found what he was looking for


As an ancient drum pounds deliberately
He hears a rhythm that evokes the beating of every human heart in history


Reminding me of every heart that ever beat, in every man
The drum makes him feel connected to humanity and its shared experiences


Eyes closed, he's lost, tangled in a collage
He's completely absorbed in the creative process, lost in a mix of sounds and ideas


His long and slender Italian shoes, tapped in timely acknowledgement
His body responds to the music with a natural, unconscious movement


Of what can only be described as, "Groovy bliss"
He experiences a feeling of pure joy and satisfaction


Ah, groovy Gourmet
He's in the zone, fully enjoying the music he's making


Listening carefully now
He's paying close attention, trying to capture the essence of the music


Brown eyes gleaming analytically into the distance
He's analyzing the sounds, trying to understand their structure and meaning


A love affair
He feels deeply connected to the music, as if he's in a romantic partnership with it


Man in music, in music
He sees himself as a part of the music, and vice versa


When we first met, man
He's reminiscing about his first encounter with this type of music


There was no silence
The music filled every corner of his being, leaving no room for silence


I don't think there's been silence ever since
He's been constantly surrounded by music ever since that first encounter


Remember when we spent time with our aboriginal cousins
He's recalling a time when he was exposed to the traditional music of indigenous people


What did they call it again?
He can't remember the exact name of the instrument that was played


A didgeridoo? Didgeridoo
He finally remembers the name of the instrument


And when we comforted our African brothers from the cry of slavery
He's referring to a time when music was used to soothe the pain and suffering of enslaved people


With a spiritual melody
He's referring to the use of spiritual music to lift the spirits of those in bondage


A change is gonna come
He's quoting a famous song that talks about hope for a better future


And every celebration ever seen, ever heard
He's acknowledging the power of music to bring people together in joyous celebration


The smell of salted tropical herbs film the air
He's describing the sensory experience of being in a kitchen, preparing food


Enough to make my mouth, eyes and ears water
The flavors and aromas are so intense that they provoke a physical response in him


Add what you like
He's encouraging the listener to be creative and experiment with different flavors


And what would you like? Yeah
He's asking the listener what they would like to add to the mix


Just make sure to arrange your composition intuitively, my friend
He's advising the listener to use their intuition when creating something new, rather than following strict rules


For as long as this day allows freedom of expression
He's reminding us to enjoy the moment and take advantage of the opportunity to express ourselves freely


We shall cook
He's inviting the listener to join him in creating something wonderful


Said I believe
He's making a declaration of faith, possibly in the power of music or creativity


Sin come out
He's exhorting listeners to let go of their negative impulses or behaviors


Say hi there
He's urging people to be friendly and reach out to one another




Writer(s): Errol Rennalls, Mustafa Guendogdu

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