Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Beatles - Nowhere Man
He's a real nowhere man,
Sitting in his nowhere land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command!
He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?
Nowhere Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else
lends you a hand!
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man please listen,
you don't know what you're missing
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command!
He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Mumford & Sons: Awake my Soul
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Aesop Rock - Zodiaccupuncture
NASA, my horoscope is illing right now.
March. The more the merrier. Get a couple of whores to carry you to the burial. F-R-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left. Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it.
Delicate freak show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def with a mascotte of radical mass. Megaphone fuzz and a woofer on fritz. We are not trained to divert the crash. But march face first with a prayer for the blitz. Stand up for the cinema fire, simian ire, cold shmmy for the cinnamon sky; intimate eyes loop all known alleys. Scoop the bounty like daddy hires Bazooka to murder Ralphie. I curdle with burnt milk, pariah sigh, honor piranha money. Count it with the knuckle that hustle bread out a copper's tummy. One of these rebels could level the marked city but the N.Y. über alles governor's picky. I'll be the jenky Jesus for the species you bleed with. Ultra. Soldier poach the folklore. Jump guns through the 9th gate. Jump guns like a noon 6 burner lit up on the 9th pace. Even set among a portion conformed to the blind stage, never lured by the formal watching imported wines age. We bow to the gusto mustered by the mecha-bot. Plowed by the public, ushered out the letterbox. Wowed by the subject punctured by the helicop. Boy meets vermin: the widescreen version.
Headaches, nausea, vomiting, facial paralysis. These area a few of my favorite venomous side effects. Mamba, Water Moc, Pit Viper, Diamond Back, Anaconda, Boom Slang, Cobra, bite 'em back. Spinal tap crabs to the clapper. Aesop Rock is the Cadillac of natural disaster. Push that button. Everybody gotta push something. That's why the envelope is where it wasn't. I work with the builders, widdle my gorilla military and fizzle 'em through the vigilante filters. Who lamps left of the toggle? How'd they fit that ninja in a bottle? A hundred million motherfuckers with they hands out vs. a walking zipper bomb trying to keep the man down.
Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down. It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up. Face down. Laced up. Laced down. It's either fist to the sky or get bit by the crowd. Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it.
I was chewing my tongue out of my mouth one day when the blood in my beard hit the dirt by the blazers. Would have said 'curb it' like any nervous habit 'til maverick told me the coyote pack could smell the wound for acres, and labor to cater fang to fisherman gut fritters, oblivious to the glimmer of innocent duck feathers. Fuck it. Want a carnivore war bet? I'll be at the Bronx Zoo with a lock pick kit. On the eject for cockpit bench, helicop clip Nazi cops on kamikaze belly flop shit. Roger. Hop-fence-kill-a-crop monster. We are the tired and poor, we come for your water. Boom. That's when the church corrupt. When the mayor knuckle dust city worker bugs. When the stars finger babies like I flirt with sluts. You'll see the fire engine red fox ears perk up. Metal kettle unsettling treble howl, settler trembling, measuring mellow on the levitate off the mezzanine. Never seen a ton of bricks dressing clean/dapper 'til it's pin stripe and skull chunk 40 stories after. And U.S.A. on a Ketamine disaster. Cane for stress. Crack if the former left you unimpressed. Now pardon me if part of me heart of an oddball, but damn. Kumba-fucking-ya dog. Terminally alienated and bent awkward by the bought, prepped package of the slickest spin-doctors. Raised where the paranoid hide tools proper, like suspicious cargo in a high school locker. And it looks like war, quacks like war, so it's Occam's Razor and I'm Swayze out the door! A hundred million motherfuckers hold me back. Now hand cannons won't ask 'bout your zodiac, boy.
Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down. It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up. Face down. Laced up. Laced down. It's either fist to the sky or get bit by the crowd. Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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