Saturday, April 14, 2007

This was appropriate today. Thanks Blue.


You made me the thief of your heart
In the name of the Father

I hope you're happy now...
...I could never make you so...
you were a hard man...
no harder in this world
you made me cold and you made me hard
and you made me the thief of your heart

Winter is cold...oh!
But you're colder still
and for the first time
I feel like you're mine
I share you with the one who will
mend what falls apart
and turn a blind eye
to the thief of your heart

Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
you lost all
you lost all

I'll never wash these clothes
I want to keep the stain
Your blood to me is precious
nor would I spill it in vain
your spirit sings
though your lips never part
singing only to me
the thief of your heart

Ohhh you lost

Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
lost all

Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
lost all

Friday, April 13, 2007

Talk to Strangers

Talk To Strangers

Saul Williams

Composição: Indisponível
Now i wasn't raised at gunpoint
And i've read too many books
To distract me from the mirror
When unhappy with my looks
And i ain't got proper diction
For the makings of a thug
Though i grew up in the ghetto
And my niggers all sold drugs,
And though that may validate me
For a spot on mtv
And give me all the airplay
That my bank account would need,
I was hoping to invest in
A lesson that i learned
I thought this fool had jumped me
Just because it was my turn.
I went to an open space
Because i knew he wouldn't do it
If somebody there could see him
Or somebody else might prove it,
And maybe in your eyes
It may seem i got punked out
Because i walked in their own path
And then went and changed my route.
But that open-ness exposed me
To a truth i couldn't find
In the clenched fists of my ego
Or the confines of my mind
Or the hip-ness of my swagger,
Or the swagger of my step,
The scowl of my grimace,
Or the mean-ness of my rap.
Because we represent a truth son,
That changes by the hour,
And when you open to it,
For nobility is power,
In that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change
And that truth is living proof of the fact that god is strange…

Talk to strangers
When the family fails and friends led you astray
And buddah laughs and jesus weeps and turns out god is gay.
As angels in disguise love can come in many forms,
The hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm,
And when you finally take the time to see what they're about
Perhaps you find they're lonely or their wisdom trips you out.

Maybe you'll find the cycles end
Right back where you began,
But come this time around
You'll have someone to hold your hand,
Who prays for you who is there for you
Who sends you love and light,
Exposes you to parts of you
That you once tried to fight.
And come this time around
You choose to walk a different path,
You'll embrace what you turned away
And cry at what you laughed,
Because that's the only way
We're going to make it through this storm,
Where ignorance is common sense
And senseless is the norm.
Infact we're high above the truth
And that you never touch,
And stolen goods are overpriced
And freedom costs too much,
And no-one seems to recognise
The symbols come to life,
The bitten apple on the screen
And jesus had a wife,
And she was his messiah
Like that stranger may be yours,
Who holds a subtle knife
That carves through worlds
Like magic doors,
And that's what i've been looking for,
The bridge from then to now,
Just watching b.e.t like what the fuck son,
This is foul
But that's where [boston?] represents
This fear that we live in,
The world is not a flat screen
I ain't trying to fit in.
But this ain't for the underground
This here is for the sun.
A seed a stranger gave to me
And planted on my tongue.
And when i look at you,
I know i'm not the only one.
As a great man once said,
There's nothing more powerful
Than an idea
Who's time
Has come.
http://www.myspace.com/saulwilliams

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Check out this video: Redline

This movie looks awesome, and by awesome I mean, hot-steaming-piece-of-crap, awesome.

Redline






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Sunday, April 1, 2007

Sunday in the park with you George

Today was like a super, fantastic, delicious day.

I really love spring.

We met up with my nephews at the park.

There was a pan-flutist with a funky, patch-worked jacket on, playing and dancing around.

My nephew Myles kept trying to stand next to him and imitate him, but in a very innocent Myles-like way.

Beth just let him do it. It was awesome! Me and my other nephew just sat on the bench and laughed our asses off. My brother was like "Beth..tell him to stop"..but then even he broke out into laughter.

But the Zemphyr dude started getting irritated with my nephew who was just trying to have a good time. Jesus dude, it's flattery---take it as a compliment.

He ended up moving away from my nephew--it's like, if you don't understand kids, you probably shouldn't be playing your damn flute next to a playground. Maybe shoot for an elderly living facility?

But seriously, watching a grown man's ego get threatened by a 7-year old is down right entertaining, esp. when you appear to be such a "free spirit."

Then everyone came over and I cooked a big meal: multi-grain pizza for Myles, falafel, hummus, taboule, jasmine rice with curry, broccoli and green beans and pumpkin pie for everyone else.

Then I cleaned the whole house.

I'm friggin' exhausted, but it was an awesome day.

Then I got this totally random, fucking email from a guy named Ryan Timberlake.

Are Priests from Great Britain allowed to marry? WTF? Scam.

Hello,

How is Business,

My name is ryan duke I am presently in the UK here i work as a videographer & Priest.


The reason why i am contacting you is that my wife sharron will be Celibrating her 40th Birthday Party soon, precisely on the 22th Of apr 2007,please check your avalability for this date becouse I will like you to take care of the Music aspect of the event.

I came across your profile and am impressed with your
services,experience,your kind of music of course is okay by me.

The venue address of the event is 207 east 2nd street ,AMHERST MA 01004
We are expecting about 80-100 guest & its going to be an indoor party.


The party starts 12pm-5pm according to our program of the event.

You are to start performing when it is 1pm till the end of the party.
There will no be any dance from guest nor familly for any reason what
we
only need from you is for you to just give us interesting music.

All expenses would be taken care of by me;Please I want the best
service from you, because she is my only wife & i love her so much.
So your best production is needed at this occasion.

Pls Let me know your CHARGES to work for 4 Hours on that day,1pm -5pm
when the event will be ending,moreso let me know how you plan to
move down here with your electronics?

I will want to put it to your notice that i will take care of your
hotel only if requested from you,please let me know how many of you
will be comming for this event?

I hope to read from you soon & also to have your service QUOTE
which will only include your travel,feeding, and your service fee.
I look forward to your response and also your price package so that
i can make quick arrangement of paying you a deposit payment so
that you can book my wife event on your calendar.


Pls email me back asap.
Best Regards

Friday, March 23, 2007

Inspector "C'

It's like getting food poisoning.

You go back into the world thinking you can take it on. Bring me a pizza!

And then you get sick all over again.

Healing takes time.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Peruz Hilltop

She will carry around books, but she won't read them, states publicist.

She will give subliminal dieting messages to the masses.

She goes by her native american name, Peruz Hilltop.

The villagers scroll daily heiroglyphics about her daily adventures.

They scroll images of the 42 alsatian puppies it took to make her coat.

She's asked that you please smudge some sage for her while she's in rehab.


U Usurp my Madness

I stand in wonderment of your beautiful love
You usurp my madness, brown, saggy-eyed
sandpaper-toed love monger

You make me happier than May
prouder than any Mother
more humble than any Mystic

You keep the evil Cruella, shoulder-padded-Dynasty-finale-mimicking-crazy- wench-sandwich away

And I love you more than the word love could ever emit.

My beautiful Golden streak of lovely locks, Ice Face....My heart beats with yours.

I love you.

by the way, your breath stinks. But I love you anyway.