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we're all presidents,
we're all congressmen,
we're all cops
in waiting, we are the workers of the world.
there is the elite
and the dispossessed.
it's only about survival.
who has the skill to play the game for what it's worth,
and reach an obscure kind of perfection.
let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible.
let's try not to remember any names.
we'll do it for a country,
for a people,
for a moral vision.
united we'll make them remember
our history.
or how we'd like to be told.
how we like to be told.
we rock, because it's us against them
we found our own reasons to sing,
and it's so much less confusing
when lines are drawn like that.
when people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
enemies or friends. hanging onto the fringes of the cogs in the system. it's just about knowing where everyone stands.
all of the sudden people start talking about guns,
talking like they're going to war.
cause they found something to die for.
start taking back what they stole,
sure beats every other option.
but does it make a difference how we get it?
well do you really fucking get it?
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[24 Jan 2009|11:48pm] |
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Now I know, "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words
to say.
I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow,
in New York city.
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true,
You stand at the edge, while people run you through.
And I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you,
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you.
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night.
For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why,
they know not if it's dark out side or light.
This Broadway's got, its got a lot of songs to sing,
if I knew the tunes I might join in.
I go my way alone, grow my own,
my own seeds shall be sown, in New York city.
Subways no way , for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown.
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found,
I thank the Lord for the people I have found.
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night.
For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why,
they know not if it's dark out side or light.
And now I know, "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words
to say.
I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow,
in New York city.
Subways no way, for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown.
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found,
I thank the Lord for the people I have found.
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night.
For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why,
they know not if it's dark outside or light,
they know not if it's dark outside or light.
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[09 Dec 2008|11:33am] |
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I saw you burn down every bridge. Turn your back on everything, leave all illusions behind. Leave the chains of childhood in the past. Destroying the ideas the imprison the mind. Burning Bridges never to indulge in self-deceit again. Who's kidding who when you're lying to yourself? Having fun burning bridges never to look back on the past that made you what you are.
Keep your protest in your songs. Never voicing any real disgust, just charming antics of anger. The feeling's lost inside your vain big-headed dreams of grandeur. You're still stuck on trying to save the world. Politics without rhetoric, seeing clearly for just one moment, forgetting about the consequence. Burning Bridges never to indulge in self-deceit again. Who's kidding who when you're lying to yourself? Having fun burning bridges never to look back on the past that made you what you are.
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[23 Nov 2008|12:44pm] |
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Forever in debt, no end in sight, the modern way to enslave the population. Endless droning hours of mindless work to live and to eat and maybe have some entertainment once in awhile...only once in awhile. Why don’t you stop having fun she asks me? You know, just stop going out with your friends to silly Socialism Conferences and Hookah Bars. Rationality she screams at me without actually saying it, it’s implied. If you don’t have money to pay bills rationality would reason you to stop spending money on things that are just “extras” in life. Apparently, having a good time is now a luxury enjoyed most throughly by the 1% of the population that owns 90% of the wealth. I work for the capitalist machine, I dig my own grave in the debt I owe to the government. I owe made up value to the man. I owe him paper. I owe him nothing. He owes me everything. Me and everyone else that is forced to exploit our bodies and minds through the endless work to pay the endless debt that binds us to the capitalist machine.Spiraling chain of human degradation through exploitation, enslave the population. Privatize the water privatize the food, starve the people, let them fight over the scraps and lock everyone else up that can’t deal with their hunger. Emaciation, enslave the population through the endless hours of exploitation. Start a revolution, we need a solution, fight for the right to live without chains.
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[08 Nov 2008|01:52pm] |
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Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It’s only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you’ll know
Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It’s only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you’ll know
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[17 Sep 2008|10:39am] |
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Well, I'm sitting in my apartment, I moved to Harbor Point in Dorchester, right down the street from my school. It's pretty sweet, I'm happy, I just don't feel like going to school today. I skipped my first class, I felt that sleeping in was more worth my time. I have my political science class at 12 and I really can't stand my professor, although the book he assigned us for class is awesome. I'm also pretty amped about bringing my spider man paper lunch bag to school today! Highlight of my day...This Saturday I'm hosting radical movie night at my place. V for Vendetta, American History X, Apocalypse Now, etc...should be cool. What else, what else? I worry too much, what else is knew? Live and let live, geez, if only it was as easy as it sounds. How does one live freely of worry? I'm trying to find out...let you know how that goes.
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[15 Feb 2008|08:57pm] |
Im waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
Im waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, its the furthest from my mind
Im just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mine
Im waiting for my man
Here he comes, hes all dressed in black
Pr shoes and a big straw hat
Hes never early, hes always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
Im waiting for my man
Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybodys pinned you, but nobody cares
Hes got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
Im waiting for my man
Baby dont you holler, darlin dont you bawl and shout
Im feeling good, you know Im gonna work it on out
Im feeling good, Im feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but thats just some other time
Im waiting for my man
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[19 Jan 2008|01:15pm] |
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I feel sad. Actually, I'm not quite sure that it's sadness that I feel. I wake up in the mornings and I have this lingering sense that i'm missing out on something, on what I'm not quite sure. This wierd gap between the start of school and the end of vactation has made me think about all the people I wanted to see more of over break, but didn't or not enough of. Even though, overall my vacation was pretty good, it was really good. It's just, going back to school makes me think about money constantly, or my lack there of. I hate thinking about money and how I need more of it. I don't want money to run my life, money has no real meaning, it's the importance people place behind the money. But, despite how much I want to believe that money has no real significance in my life, it does. I am not exempt from the harsh reality that I need money to get by, and so does everyone else. Bummer, right? Money, is the strongest form of social control that everyone has to accept to actually have a chance at life. And, I'm not saying that the more money one has the better of we are in life, in a sense. Even though, it always seems so. One could argue that the more money one has, the more opportunities are available. And, that is truth. Hell, if I was rich I would be traveling the world right now, and taking my friends with me. I could pay off my school loans easy, and have no trouble getting a place to stay and live comfortably. Is'nt that what everyone wants, stability? Sometimes, the realities of what it actually means to live on planet Earth, are hard to accept. It constantly makes me wonder, how did everything get this way? This quesition in itself throughout my life has caused me to feel many things, confusion, anger, sadness, fustration, the list goes on and on. Looking back, I can see now that, I could question the exsistense of man and the nature of man till the day I die without getting a solid answer. But, thats okay. In life, I am never going to know or understand everything. That does not mean I will never question, because everyone must always question everything, it's asking the right questions that is most important.
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[02 Jan 2008|11:12pm] |
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Unfortunately for the last four days I've been stricken with terrible cold symptoms. Today, I had to call out sick from work and proceeded for the rest of the day to just lay in bed and do as little as possible. This morning was pretty rough, my throat was giving me a lot of pain. I had called my mom and asked her if she could take me to the doctors office, but she couldn't because she was tied up at work. She suggested I run to CVS and ask the pharmacist what they would suggest... I thought silently to myself that the pharmacist probably wouldn't even believe that my cold symptoms were for real, and that obviously the real reason I needed the cold medicine was to make my usual dose of Methamphetamine. The scenario would play out in like this. I would politely approach the pharmacist, more then likely looking very ill, and ask him or her what they would suggest for my cold symptoms, the fever, coughing, congestion and so on. I would most likely be carded right there on the spot, and then subsequently questioned about the real nature of my illness, obviously my burning desire to make a brand new batch of my yummy, Methamphetamine.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is, come on everyone, it's 2008, let's take a real look at how well mankind is doing at the present time. I don't know about everyone else but I was super, ecstatic that Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant. Oh, and that Brett Michael's is doing yet, another season of Rocker of Love, surely this season he will most defiantly find that one scantily clad, drunken female that will sweep him off his feet for sure...
In the meantime, Crude Oil Prices are at the highest they have ever been, 99 dollars per barrel. More foreclosed homes are predicted, more unemployment, more bullshit. The War in Iraq is still going on, as well as our government's plans for world domination in the name of democracy. The genocide in Darfur still continues, global warming is still considered a joke...
What the fuck everybody? Come on now. The more and more I watched the t.v today the more it infuriated me. The media and the technology in this new, digitalized 2008 has blinded us to what is really important in our lives. It's not just, what has America become, what have we become? We live in an age of distraction, for example, people typing on their sidekicks every fucking two seconds. Okay, remove yourself away from the screen and come back to reality. No more wasted time in computer limbo, a scramble and jumble of bits of words and phrases. I can't see how an entire generation of kids has learned to understand weird texting lingo, but in turn finds it harder and harder to actually read and write their own language.
2008. This is fucking 2008, and this is where mankind is. We live in a place that is completely globalized by corporate greed and corruption, not in the name of what is best for people, but for individual power. I guess this is the time to decided what kind of person each of us wants to be amongst the chaos. Start thinking, fucking mobilize.
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[16 Nov 2007|12:31am] |
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Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
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[25 Oct 2007|12:13am] |
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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
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[01 Oct 2007|09:04pm] |
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A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
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[25 Sep 2007|01:47am] |
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There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All this places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more
In my life-- I love you mor
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[17 Sep 2007|11:33pm] |
Eclipse
(Waters) 2:04
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."
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I hope everyone does well this year, good luck with school or whatever it is that your doing with your life.
Veronica, download Peaches en Regalia by Frank Zappa and you'll love me forever. Best flute solo everrrrr. ;-)
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[11 May 2007|05:18pm] |
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Summer in 8 days! Holy crap.
lets have as much fun as humanly possibe. Deal?
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[30 Apr 2007|05:18pm] |
Damian Marley is the fucking man
"We're Gonna Make It"
Yeah! Yes mi lion!
Always look on the brighter side of life, you know
Nuh must!
Now
Don't you ever give up
Don't you ever give in
Don't you ever give up
Don't you ever give in
Don't you ever give up
Don't you ever give in
We will have our way some day
Don't you ever 'dutty'
Cause a better you clean
Hail up King Selassie plus
Omega the queen
Don't you ever give up
Don't you ever give in
Cause I...
[Chorus:]
I know we're gonna make it
It's not too late, No!
We're gonna make it
Yeah
Yes I know
We're gonna make it
It's not too late
We're gonna make it,Yeah
[Verse:]
Searching for the light
Because your living in the dark
You must realize that
Jah was with you from the start
Glorify his works
And please be upfull in your
thoughts
Even though the ones who wish you well
Are few and far apart
People never thought that we would make it thru so far
Speak of love Jah children and be proud of who you are
Keep on concentrating on the brighter side of life
Don't let them get you down
Cause I...
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
If your brother weak
Then you must help him if your if you strong
Love him for the right and do not judge him for the wrong
If your sister lost
Then you must help her find her way
She might just be the one to have to help you out some day
United we will stand up
Or divided we will fall
Love your one another
For the father love us all
Keep on concentrating on the brighter side of life
Don't let them get you down
Cause I...
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
We will always share
Nuh care how meager the meal
Always speak the truth
Nuh care how ego wi' feel
I and I a root nuh care weh people believe
Don't you ever give up
Don't you ever give in
Seed that we will sew will
multiply in the field
Some a speak the word and some are doing the deeds
Don't you ever give up
Don't you ever give in
Cause I...
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[25 Jan 2007|05:15pm] |
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Midterms are over thank the lord, Dinner Theater has ended
and I'm going to miss it and everyone so so much.
Thanks to everyone who came out and supported us, it means a lot.
On the other hand, States is coming up and its gonna be f'n awesome.
I think its safe to say that I have been pretty happy lately, lots of things
to do, fantastic people to hang out with, and this really, really cute boy from
texas that I hang out with all the time and its amazing times 10000.
sccoree.
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[15 Jan 2007|09:41pm] |
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I did'nt do much of anything today and it was the best thing ever.
I like listening to Rockers on ERS everynight from 7-10
I like seeing my friends as much as possible, because they rule
I like dancing in my underwear and eating freezer pops
I like yoga
I like hanging out with cute boys from texas
I don't like midterms
5 out of 6, not bad.
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[02 Jan 2007|11:46pm] |
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I'm a tad drunk off sake I must say.
Besides being toasty I'm significantly annoyed with everything I have to do this month. It's a bummer that the new year starts out with me always being busy and never having time to do anything.
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