MIND.... MUSIC.... MATURE....
"I cannot find a metaphor for finding an epic."
Not in our name
will you wage endless war
there can be no more deaths
no more transfusions of blood for oil
Not in our name
will you invade countries
bomb civilians, kill more children
letting history take its course
over the graves of the nameless
Not in our name
will you erode the very freedoms
you have claimed to fight for
Not by our hands
will we supply weapons and funding
for the annihilation of families
on foreign soil
Not by our mouths
will we let fear silence us
Not by our hearts
will we allow whole peoples
or countries to be deemed
evil
Not by our will
and Not in our name
I'd like to meet:
Sophie Marceau
Jimi Hendrix
Tom Waits (aka Alan Waits)
Pink Floyd
Radiohead
Jeff Buckley
Music:
Whereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic community to its drum woven past
Whereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.
Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards,
and re-released at the same given moment of recorded history ,
yet at a different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.
dear God, I wasn't breast fed
and most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music
I'm no musician but the pain has been instrumental
my sense finally tune the instruments of - of - of
of being lonely, of being lost, of being loved, of being human
man I could use a metaphor but I can't get beyond this shit
I could use someone to talk to
but most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music
I am a poet who composes what the world proses
and proses what the world composes
damned indescion and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
and I don't know what to do
to get it through to you
get out of my life tonight
she had nothing but time on her hands
silver rings, turquoise stones and reded nails
I rub my thumb across her palm
a featherbed where slept a psalm
yay though I walked, I used to fly, and now we dance
I watch my toenails blacken and walk a deadened trance
'til she woke me with the knife edge of her glance
I have the scars to prove the clock strikes with her hands
and I don't know what to do
to get it through to you
and I don't know what to do
to get it through
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, cause this isn't fair
i've moved on, i've moved on to now
.the replacements.
.iron and wine.
.boards of canada.
.autumn to ashes.
.from first to last.
.tom waits.
.brighteyes.
.the verve.
.radiohead.
.glassjaw.
.massive attack.
.the clash.
.the who.
.the cranberries.
.the early november.
.the used.
.pixies.
.godspeed you black emperor.
.four tet.
.sonic youth.
.blur.
.pavement.
.built to spill.
.jimmy hendrix.
.pink floyd.
.jonny cash.
.ledzepplin.
.ulver.
.saul williams.
.kasabian.
.blocparty.
.damien rice.
.iron and wine.
.the doors.
.the cranberries.
.steel train.
.beck.
.the klaxons.
.the yeah yeah yeahs.
.the white stripes.
.metronomy.
.does it offend you, yeah.
.xiu xiu.
.the shins.
.tape's and tape's.
.two lone swordsmen.
.jeff buckley.
.spiritualized.
.we are scientists.
.van halen.
.pepe deluxe.
.primia feeder.
.daft punk.
.aphex twin.
.fischerspooner.
.krafty kuts.
.datarock.
.shitdisco.
.the faulty.
.wolf parade.
.the jesus and mary chain.
.interpol.
.howling bells.
.the joggers.
.the go! team.
.deerhoof.
.arcade fire.
.crystal castles.
.battles.
.four-tet.
.the knife.
.the mars volta.
.crime in choir.
.blowupblow.
.dios kilos.
.moral free agents.
.the eternals.
