About Me
"That's me on the street with a violin under my chin, playing with a grin, singing gibberish.
That's me on the back of the bus, that's me in the cell, that's me inside your head".
"Shadows of soldier lay nearby,
the dead ones finally reach a compromise.
Destruction of war lies in Bosnia, The destruction of war lies in Bosnia."
"And 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 on the fringes Of the cogs in the system,
It's just about knowing where everyone stands."
"They said you'd made your bed, then they filled your head, With the sound
The bells of a cathedral
You say you're still ashamed, I wish that I could make it stop."
"'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right, enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates.
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates."
"Living in the past, goin' nowhere fast. Rock the 40 oz, it's the change that counts.
Doin' whatcha gotta do, and what makes you happy too."
"And when I awoke I was alone, this bird has flown. So I lit a fire. Isn't it good? Norwegain Wood."
"And so we go, on with our lives, we know the truth, but prefer lies.
Lies are simple, simple is bliss, why go against tradition when we can,
admit defeat, live in decline, be the victim of our own design.
The status quo, built on suspect, why would anyone stick out their neck?"
"They pay for the deaths of those, who speak of revolution. They keep us at each other's throats while we still pay their tax notes."
"Rwanda, yeah your moon shines bright
Rwanda, over planned genocide
Rwanda, won't you be strong, like a lion."
"There's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated. Political scientists get the same one vote as some Arkansas inbred.
Majority rule, don't work in mental institutions, sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions."
"With this mic device I spit nonfiction. 'Who got tha power', this be my question.
Tha mass of tha few in this torn nation? Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?
Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone, or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak, or survivors who make a move and murder one back?"
"I've finally realized. I've found my way at last. It's finally evident. We all need a kick in the ass.
The basis of change: educate! Derived from discussion,
not hate, not myth, not muscle, not etiquette.
Intellect, not "re-elect!".
"Sat back and I light a cigarette, these pictures of you in my head.
I feel like shit and my eyes are burning, but still I just cant go to bed.
Whiskey nights and missed mornings, still these pictures of you in my head. I drown myself ten feet deep tonight,
remembering things we said."
"Out of college, money spent. See no futute, pay no rent. All the moneys gone, nowhere to go."
"And you still believe this aristocracy gives a fuck about you. They put the mock in democracy and you swallowed every hook.
The sad truth is you'd rather follow the school into the net, 'cause swimming alone at sea not the kind of freedom that you actually want."
"But I'm not gonna tell anyone, what I'm really thinking about. Keep them conversations on the surface.
Just keep on smiling, just keep on saying, everything's gonna be alright!"
"Singin' singin' singin',
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong, gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song,
Open another big box of cheap wine, we're over 30 we're doing just fine".
"How did she know the roof would cave in, over and over again, beat up bruised a record that's broken adina's crying again."
"Not hedonists. Not atheists.
Churchgoers. Blockparents.
I wonder what lurks in neighbors' drawers? The most pristine are hiding everything. Is this our "decaying society"?
-more to come-
