January 2008

Every time I hear the flow and cadence of Busdriver it takes me back to the 1920s and a smoky jazz cellar in uptown New York.  From the deeper sounds to the crescendo, his voice will hit various notes throughout a song.  He also reminds me of the scat styles that became popular around that time as well.  Sometimes hard to decipher, I’ve always liked Busdriver for his choice of words and the fluidity of his multi-syllable rhyme pattern, something I truly adore. 

I’m just here to hold your hand till you die
And to show you around imaginary places
Put money lumps in my bloody stump
And I will have a smile that’s a perfect circle
Die in your sleep with the sky at your feet
I’m shoot you when you’re happy, only then will you find peace
How do you do? I don’t know I’m okay
Every person I know is a secret service agent
Because I’ve been accused of lewd conduct
Stole the heart of a prude prom slut
And they got the warrant for my arrest to put me in
the loony bin, the funny farm, cause of what I did

But I’m just here to hold your hand as you die
There is not a single person who can do it better
No needle skippin in my ecosystem
But in the audience may be an evil Christian
HMO how I hate him so
He wants to charge me for a halo
But I’m on a scavenger hunt for a lavender chunk
of the sky, maybe I’ll replace it with a mud-pie
I put dead songs on a silk screen
Buy my shirt it is a killed dream
It is known to lead the way to the stairwell
to God’s administrative office and a final farewell

I’m just here to hold your hand when you die
And to give your assault rifle a banana clip
Glow in the dark when I stroll in the park
Givin everybody informative pamphlets!
No sign of life for as far as I can see
Everybody’s just charred meat up in the car seat
Eat shit and die to the secret spy
Cause I have a funny feeling that I’m being watched
24-hour surveillance
Money or power are ailments


I’m all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools.  Let’s start with typewriters.

                   Frank Lloyd Wright

black-white-sm.jpgYou really showed me a lot tonight.  I couldn’t have asked for a better match to fall for, and I know I’m exactly what you need.  Just always make sure you keep your lips to my cheek and your hand in mine.  I just thought you would like to know how I felt after tonight, so I had to write it down.

you have two stunning eyes i’d die to get lost in/
my fingertips making circles through hair and on soft skin/
can’t find anything to break the gaze or the silence/
from first meeting until today you haven’t left my mind since/
the touch you provide so gentle smooth and caring/
you are so non-judgemental my love for you i’m declaring/
our bodies entwined our minds becoming one so rapidly/
your all mine i’m yours and i can say that quite happily/
the bond is significant and the passion burns quite hot/
my hand in yours your lips always seem to find the right spot/



africa_family_hut.jpgBored at work.  Had to find something to pass the time so I stumbled upon an article by Ben Goldacre over at The Gaurdian, which he wrote on Aids Day of last year.  I’ve always been quite interested by the forward progress made by researchers and scientists, but I also notice a lot of people trying to halt the derailment of this epidemic.  Some people want to use drugs “by Africans for Africans” at a reduced cost and some want to use music to help heal these hopeless people.  What is it?  Where do we even begin?  Check out his article here.

This just flowed.  Have nothing to say about it though.  Just enjoy and let me know what you think please!

i’m awoken by smoke as i arise from my slumber/
can barely hear my family’s cries squelched by the thunder/
or maybe they aren’t here but how did they all disappear/
as i wait for the mist to clear i’m having fits of fear/
i pull the blinds aside the world looks bleak and grey/
they have to be dead i say i can’t even speak today/
i walk down to the front door not wanting it to open/
it creaks open i see burnt bodies and bones broken/
the smell of flesh enters my nasal cavity burning it/
past the point of where i could get help from a tourniquet/
i walk the streets filled with death to seek my brethren/
i can’t stop thinking about them as they weep in heaven/




mccain0508.jpgWar, do we really need it?  Senator John McCain sure likes to think so.  The man doesn’t know who the most powerful nation in the world will be attacking, but he has been overheard singing Bomb Bomb Iran and the party he represents is hell-bent on mass murder in Muslim countries. 

 “And right now – we’re gonna have a lot of PTSD [post traumatic stress disorder] to treat, my friends,” he said. “We’re gonna have a lot of combat wounds that have to do with these terrible explosive IEDs that inflict such severe wounds. And my friends, it’s gonna be tough, we’re gonna have a lot to do.”

 Is this a man that even has a hope of being elected?  He avoids the issues that matter most to Americans right now which are the economy and education, instead focusing on his strong suit, foreign affairs. 

Q: President Bush has talked about our staying in Iraq for 50 years — (cut off by McCain)

McCAIN: Make it a hundred.

Q: Is that … (cut off)

McCAIN: We’ve been in South Korea … we’ve been in Japan for 60 years. We’ve been in South Korea 50 years or so. That would be fine with me. As long as Americans …

Q: [tries to say something]

McCAIN: As long as Americans are not being injured or harmed or wounded or killed. That’s fine with me, I hope that would be fine with you, if we maintain a presence in a very volatile part of the world where Al Queada is training and equipping and recruiting and motivating people every single day.

I can’t even fathom a response to that.  What are these people thinking.  I guess the money takes control of not only their morals but our civil liberties as well.  Are American soldiers not being injured, harmed, wounded, and killed on a daily basis. 

You can check out it a bit more at http://www.truthnews.us/?p=1815

foundingfathers_sml.jpgWhy do we consistently find oneself in the same problems we faced not only decades, but centuries ago.  Liberties, one word that has always not had meaning, and people think that we are being corralled only in today’s times.  I was checking out quotes from the founding father’s of the country to the south of me, and thought I would share a couple that I found and.

It should therefore be difficult in a republic to declare war; but not to make peace.

Joseph Story, Commentaries on the Constitution, 1833

Have you something to do to-morrow; do it to-day.

Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanack, 1742

They that can give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.
Benjamin Franklin, Historical Review of Pennsylvania, 1759
A general dissolution of principles and manners will more surely overthrow the liberties of America than the whole force of the common enemy. While the people are virtuous they cannot be subdued; but when once they lose their virtue then will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader.
Samuel Adams, letter to James Warren, February 12, 1779

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