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it covered up my soul; when I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well. You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold. The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither starved nor cold; he does not ask for your company, not at the centre, the centre of the world. When I am on a pedestal, you did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare. I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare. You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes me kind; the crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind. Your pain is no credential here, it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound. I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed; I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need. You say you've gone away from me, but I can feel you when you breathe. Do not dress in those rags for me, I know you are not poor; you don't love me quite so fiercely now when you know that you are not sure, it is your turn, beloved, it is your flesh that I wear. |
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I must always remember / There's no point to surrender -Hot Water Music 'Turnstile' |
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"I hate the touch of your sticky c*nt!" Front 242! |
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Saucy o.O |
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Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat 'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street Shit, you might see a nigga on tv But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free That little money be gone...got dammit, I'm grown Gotta help keep the heat and tights on It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po' At least I know what my friends here fo' I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not That's why we got nigga's killing Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole Cause without you there'd be no me And without no unity there will never be any happiness You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress God bless my...thought process |
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anything by butthole surfers or ween |
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goodie mo-b? |
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I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh when we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) *together* What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money |
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"Fucked with a knife" Cannibal Corpse. |
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Nirvana Dumb I'm not like them But i can pretend The sun has gone But i have a light The day is done But i'm having fun I think i'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think i'm just happy Think i'm just happy Think i'm just happy My heart is broken But i have some glue Help me inhale And mend it with you We'll float around And hang out on clouds Then we'll fall down And have a hangover Have a hangover Have a hangover Have a hangover Skin the sun Fall asleep Wish away The soul is cheap Lesson learned Wish me luck Soothe the burn Wake me up I'm not like them But i can pretend The sun has gone But i have a light The day is done But i'm having fun I think i'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think i'm just happy Think i'm just happy Think i'm just happy I think i'm dumb I think i'm dumb |
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Nirvana All Apologies What else should i be All apologies What else should i say Everyone is gay What else could i write I don't have the right What else should i be All apologies In the sun _ in the sun i feel as one In the sun - in the sun I'm married Buried I wish i was like you Easily amused Find my nest of salt Everything my fault I'll take all the blame Aqua seafoam shame Sun burn with freezerburn Choking on the ashes of her enemies In the sun - in the sun i feel as one In the sun - in the sun I'm married Buried Married Buried Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All in all is all we all are |
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Nirvana Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid It's so relaxing to hear that your asking wherever you get your way It's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, this is starting to sound the same I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad In her false witness, hope you're still with us, to see if they float or drown Our favourite patient, a display of patience, disease-covered Puget-Sound She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars, and leave a blanket of ash on the ground I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid It's so relaxing to hear that you're asking wherever you get your way It's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, this is starting to sound the same I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad |
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in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape. broken branches trip me as i speak. just coz you feel it doesnt mean its there. just coz you feel it doesnt mean its there. there's always a siren singing you to shipwreck. (dont reach out, dont reach out) stay 4ft away we'd be a walking disaster. (dont reach out, dont reach out) just coz you feel it doesn't mean its there. (theres someone on your shoulder) just coz you feel it doesn't mean its there. (theres someone on your shoulder) why so green and lonely? heaven sent you to me. we are accidents waiting waiting to happen. we are accidents waiting waiting to happen. |
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dude, we've already happened... Riotek, only 14 year olds with no personality are impressed by Cannibal Corpse lyrics |
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Cure - Siamese Twins Cure - Pornography Bowie - Through These Architect Eyes and finally Anthony Rother - Destroy Him My Robots!!! DMX KREW - TWENTY MINUTE AFFAIR!!!! |
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"Van Full Of Retards" by Anal Cunt |
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"r u still intimate" by Mogwai, the greatest band in the world....ever!!! |
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Half of these lyrics, especially the ones consisting of half a sentence, ain't exactly great or inspiring. |
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stevie wonder; living for the city eels; not ready yet / beautiful freak smiths; headmaster ritual / suffer little children beatles; within you without you / everybodys got something to hide cept for me & my monkey / helter skelter kraftwerk; computerlove / radioactivity elvis; if I can dream |
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sorry ninja... I just listed songs with lyrics I like.. Uhm... Half our lives are spent in a bed only a fraction of it loving someone most of our life is wasted in our head In futile contemplation take off the facade break the alienation its breeds like a bitch when we 'let it be' john lennon listen to me walk into danger Talk to a stranger who's eating peanut butter and bleating like a nutter My mate called Alan Got whipped by a nun now he's playing roulette In a villa in the sun I once played golf with the pope who let me into secrets of his stroke he put his hand down his pants just like adam and the ants now he eats hash browns and has a smoke .(.. i think i need to work on it.../:) |
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Lennon didn't write Let It Be, in case the two lines were thus related. If not, forget I said that... Thanx |
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Bogdan Raczynski - Domesticated Violence. hey you, pretty girl, over there dancing i want to touch you i want to lick you, hey pretty girl, dont be shy dont be afraid of me i ain't got nothing to hide how about you and i head back to some quiet place and get frisky hey pretty girl, standing over there do you want to get naughty with me tonight hey pretty girl, yeah, you know when i'm talking to you what do you want maybe i got it and maybe i, maybe i, maybe i hey pretty girl, doing those fancy moves save some energy for me, cuz i'm a save some for you come on over and touch me save some energy for me cuz i'm a save some for you i know you're shy i know you're scared of me i know don't play games with me and i won't play checkers with you let's just screw access denied panties open wide i'll bet you're a naughty girl i'll bet you wanna take your take your take your bra off i'd like to see your breasts i'd like to touch your breasts i'd like to taste your breasts right now yeah, i'm a real dirty boy no denying that but if it's what you want come here and get get get frisky do you want to get naughty with me tonight |
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That was pretty deep. Maybe you should check out the intellectual meanderings of the Two Motherfucking Live Crew? |
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you da mac daddy map !! :D yeah... let it be... I just made it up on the spur of a moment ... my song aint as rousing as maps.. Please sir.. continue to the next verse.. "Please little girl rub my sack of magic wave my purple wand put it in your hand come dirty slut into my hut I'll make a bell ring in the depths of your butt...." etc... |
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I preferred your first song to Map's drivel |
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Whoa hey!….Don’t touch me. …Don’t touch me! Whoa…Hey! …Don’t touch me. Hey..Hey!…Don’t touch me. …Don’t touch me. Hey..whoa. …Don’t touch me la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la …la DON’T TOUCH ME! - Brak - Don't Touch Me |
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My my my music hits me so hard makes me think, oh my lord, thank you for blessing me with a mind to rap and two right feet! another classic I like big butts and i cannot lie, yo' other brothers can't deny when a girl walks past with an ittie bittie waist and one from ben kweller "sex reminds her of eating spaggetti" |
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Feelin' sorry Feelin' sad So many ugly people I feel bad I'm so cute They're so homely Some of them At home 'n lonely Wish they could be Very cute like me They will never Get to be Some folks got it Some folks don't Some so ugly They never won't Everybody See his hair See his clothes I'm sure you care Terry Ted Is really sweet Watch the way he keep the beat Sweet as honey He's a piece of cake From the ginseng root 'N stuff he take Vitamin E 'N all the B's He's so cool he'll make you freeze Make you freeze Make you freeze Excuse me please Step aside I'm gonna ride I'm gonna strut I'm gonna slide Hey, ugly folks, Go get some cyanide An' die DIE DIE DIE DIE A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen A-rennda-rennda-rahhh A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen A-rennda-rennda-rahhh A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen A-rennda-rennda-rahhh A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen A-rennda-rennda-rahhh Ugly is bad And bad is wrong And wrong is sinful And sin leads to eternal damnation An' hot burnin' fire Hot burnin' fire Hot burnin' fire Hot burnin' fire Screams of agony Screams of agony Screams of agony Screams of agony Arrrrrrghhhhhhh! One Two Three Four! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! (etc. repeats) Aaaaaah . . . I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! Aaaaaah . . . I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so . . . I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm |
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so cute! I'm so cute! I'm really cute! I'm really cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so cute! I'm so . . . — Frank Zappa, I'm So Cute, Skeik Yerbouti |
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(in fact, i'm not that cute, but i like the lyrics anyway.) |
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the lyrics to Aphex Twin's SAW II Track "Rhubarb" saaaaaaaaaaaad song, songs so saaaaaaaaad. |
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Ist Newtons Gravitätlichkeit natürliches Gesetz? Natürlich nicht, eher ein Verbrechen, denn ich hab' sie nicht bestellt. Grad' gegen seine Apfelfalle hab' ich mich gewehrt, sie wurde gegen meinen Willen trotzdem installiert. Seitdem hat sich mir die Fliegerei um einiges erschwert. Holt sie die Firma wider ab dann bleibe ich kulant, tun sie's nicht, dann sag' ich jetzt und hier, das ich für nichts mehr garantier'. Selbst in einem Schwerkraftregelkreis kann die Regal leicht zerbrechen und das ist nur für Bleierne und Flügellahme - Verbrechen. (Is Newton's graviagitation a natural law? Naturally not, more likely a crime, because I didn't ask for it. Above all his apple-pitfall I oppose but against my wishes it was installed anyway. Since them I find flying increasingly heavy. If the firm picks it up again I'll be most obliging. If it doesn't, then I warn you now and here I can guarantee nothing, I fear Even in a gravity feedback control unit the unity can easily break and that's just for the leaden and the lame-winged a crime.) — Einstürzende Neubauten, Newtons Gravitätlichkeit, Silence Is Sexy |
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The roof the roof the roof is on fire We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn mother fucker burn Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' given props to my ho cause she fly But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as 'Kid Funky Fried' Yea I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie I'm the root of all that's evil yea but you can call me cookie The roof the roof the roof is on fire We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn mother fucker burn Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lotta practice I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven This honkey's gone to heaven But if I go ta hell well then I hope I burn well I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist And Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis cause he's the Anti-Christ The roof the roof the roof is on fire We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn mother fucker burn Everybody here we go Ohh Ohh C'mon party people Ohh Ohh Throw your hands in the air Ohh Ohh C'mon party people Ohh Ohh Wave em' like you don*t care Ohh Ohh C'mon party people Ohh Ohh Everybody say ho Ohh Ohh C'mon party people Ohh Ohh Everybody here we go — Bloodhound Gang, Fire Water Burn, One Fierce Beer Coaster |
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YOU P.C. FUCKING FAGGOT WHY DON'T YOU THROW IT AWAY I'LL NEVER RECYCLE THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN SAY RECYCLING IS GAY RECYCLING IS GAY RECYCLING IS GAY RECYCLING IS GAY MY GARBAGE CAN IS FILLED WITH PLASTIC, CANS AND GLASS IF YOU TELL ME TO RECYCLE I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS RECYCLING IS GAY RECYCLING IS GAY RECYCLING IS GAY RECYCLING IS GAY — Anal Cunt, Recycling Is Gay, i don't know which album this is on and i don't care about it anyway :) |
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if you want... |
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Good One!!! i love Brak!! |
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down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace" as she slams the door in his drunken face and now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool he cries "Oh, girl you must be mad, what happened to the sweet love you and me had?" against the door he leans and starts a scene, and his tears fall and burn the garden green and so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually a little indian brave who before he was ten, played wargames in the woods with his indian friends and he built up a dream that when he grew up he would be a fearless warrior indian cheif many moons past and more the dream grew strong until tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle but something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night and so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually there was a young girl, whos heart was a frown 'cause she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound and she wished and prayed she could stop living, so she decided to die she drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore and to her legs she smiled "you won't hurt me no more" but then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say "look a golden winged ship is passing my way" and it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going... and so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually jimi hendrix - castles made of sand |
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Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 Candle light and soul forever, a dream of you and me together, Say you believe it, say you believe it, Free your mind of doubt and danger, be for real don’t be a stranger, We can achieve it, we can achieve it Come a little bit closer baby, get it on, get it on, 'Cause tonight is the night when two become one I need some love like I never needed before (wanna make love to ya baby) I had a little love, now I’m back for more (wanna make love to ya baby) Set your spirit free, it’s the only way to be Silly games that you were playing, empty words we both were saying, Lets work it out boy, let’s work it out boy, Any deal that we endeavour, boys and girls feel good together, Take it or leave it Are you as good as I remember baby, get it on, get it on, 'Cause tonight is the night when two become one I need some love like I never needed before (wanna make love to ya baby) I had a little love, now I’m back for more (wanna make love to ya baby) Set your spirit free, it’s the only way to be Be a little bit wiser baby, put it on, put it on, 'Cause tonight is the night when two become one I need some love like I never needed before (wanna make love to ya baby) I had a little love, now I’m back for more (wanna make love to ya baby) I need some love like I never needed before (wanna make love to ya baby) I had a little love, now I’m back for more (wanna make love to ya baby) Set your spirit free, it’s the only way to be Its the only way to be -------------------------------------------------------- |
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Naked - Spice Girls Naivety and childhood left behind deprived of the goodness of mankind, Past encounters have made her strong, strong enough to carry on and on Undress you with her eyes, uncover the truth from the lies, Strip you down don't need to care, lights are low exposed and bare Naked Nothing but a smile upon her face Naked She wants to play seek and hide, no-one to hide behind Naked This child has fallen from grace Naked Don't be afraid to stare she is only naked She knows exactly what to do with men like you, Inside out in her mind there's no doubt where you're coming from Mystery will turn you on Undress you with her eyes, uncover the truth from the lies, Strip you down don't need to care, lights are low exposed and bare Naked Nothing but a smile upon her face Naked She wants to play seek and hide, no-one to hide behind Naked This child has fallen from grace Naked Don't be afraid to stare she is only naked Hello, its me I thought you'd understand Well maybe I should have kept my mouth shut I keep seeing such a pretty picture I'd rather be hated than pitied Maybe I should have left it to your imagination I just want to be me This angel's dirty face is sore, holding on to what she had before. Not sharing secrets with any old fool, now she's gonna keep her cool, She wants to get naked She wants to get naked Naked Nothing but a smile upon her face Naked She wants to play seek and hide, no-one to hide behind Naked This child has fallen from grace Naked Don't be afraid to stare she is only naked (Repeat to fade) |
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And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had "Mad World" - Tears For Fears |
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LOOKING FOR FREEDOM by: David Hasselhoff One morning in June some twenty years ago I was born a rich man's son I had everything that money could buy but freedom - I had none I've been lookin' for freedom I've been lookin' so long I've been lookin' for freedom still the search goes on I've been lookin' for freedom since I left my home town I've been lookin' for freedom still it can't be found I headed down the track, my baggage on my back I left the city far behind walkin' down the road, with my heavy load tryin' to find some peace of mind father said you'll be sorry, son, if you leave your home this way and when you realize the freedom money buys you'll come running home some day I paid a lotta dues, had plenty to lose travelling across the land worked on a farm, got some muscle in my arm but still I'm not a self-made man I'll be on the run for many years to come I'll be searching door to door but, given some time, some day I'm gonna find the freedom I've been searchin' for |
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Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath Grandma asked me what I'm running for I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for What mothers birth their youngens for And some say Jesus coming for For all I know the earth is spinning slow Suns at half mast cause masses ain't a glow On bended knee, Prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A Mandela encased in glass A spirit encased in flesh Sound from shaped hollows The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion A man that cries in his sleep A truth that has gone out of fashion A mode of expression A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A puddle that reflects the sun A piece of paper with my name on it I'm surrounded I surrender All All that I am I have been All I have been has been a long time coming I am becoming all that I am The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute Unheard, yet felt A gathered wetness A quiet moisture Sound trapped in a bubble Released into wind Wind fellows and land merchants We are history's detergent Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath Articles amending death These words are not tools of communication They are shards of metal Dropped from eight story windows They are waterfalls and gas leaks Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf The tools of a trade Barbers barred, barred of barters Catch phrases and misunderstandings But they are not what I feel when I am alone Surrounded by everything and nothing And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught A verse to be recited A man to de-fill my being in those moments I am blankness that contains center of an "O" The par |
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CONTINUED The paramedic containment of an "A" I stand in the middle of all that I have learned All that I have memorized All that I've known by heart Unable to reach any of it There is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas like dead rats held by their tails so as not to infect this newly oiled skin I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal I can think of nothing less likely to fly There are no wings more weighted I too have felt a heaviness The stare of a man guessing at my being Yes I am homeless A homeless man making offerings to the after-future Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles A nation unified in exhale A cloud of smoke A native pipe ceremony All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps Snow covered mountains Lipsticks smeared and shriveled Offerings to an afterworld Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me I have seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees It matters not what this paper be made of Give me notebooks made of human flesh Dried on steel hooks and nooses Make uses of use, uses of us It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me I have seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees On bended knee Prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit, through meditation I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation -Saul Williams on Blackalicious' "Release" |
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