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    This land is your land This land is my land
    From California to the New York island;
    From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
    This land was made for you and Me.

    As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
    I saw above me that endless skyway:
    I saw below me that golden valley:
    This land was made for you and me.

    I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
    To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
    And all around me a voice was sounding:
    This land was made for you and me.

    When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
    And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
    As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
    This land was made for you and me.

    As I went walking I saw a sign there
    And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
    But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
    That side was made for you and me.


    In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
    By the relief office I seen my people;
    As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
    Is this land made for you and me?

    Nobody living can ever stop me,
    As I go walking that freedom highway;
    Nobody living can ever make me turn back
    This land was made for you and me.




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    Do you ever look around
    turn your ear to the ground
    show your face to the sky
    on a night when the skies echoe sounds
    from inside of your mind
    on the stage that you shone
    where the sun did become you
    and move with your thoughts
    through the sighs and the scenes
    of the worlds you have seen
    and the sights that have been
    your reflection in shadows and dreams?
    - your reflection in shadows and dreams

    Did you ever see a man
    who did walk down the street
    white robe with no shoes on his feet
    and on top of his head place a box with two slits
    and the sign from his neck said
    I do not exist
    or a woman who could not remember her name
    did stutter and stutter
    again and again
    and saw you and called you her son
    her eyes said
    my being is gone
    but still Im not dead?

    Miserere

    Have you ever seen a sound
    have you listened to an image
    have you ever touched a thought
    have you ever tasted nothing
    have you ever told a lie
    that was true more than truth
    because truth it had lied
    all its life when it spoke to you?
    And what did it say
    it is that it is this
    this goes here here is there
    it is not yes it is
    it was dulling your senses
    your eyes they were bound
    have you ever my friends
    been looking around?

    And the other replies
    with a wave of a hand
    I am already here
    in this promised land
    but not by a god and not by a king
    and not by a spirit
    deep from within
    I am here
    because a miracles a whim
    its a flash of glory
    its an empty tin
    and maybe might lets you in
    not to save you
    but to keep on looking-

    Miserere

    Have you ever
    been so happy that youre sad?
    that the lights turn to stars
    and the stars become eyes
    and hellos are goodbyes
    and the laughs are the sighs
    and the show disappears with the note
    until next time

    Long live living
    if living can be this

    Long live living
    if living can be this

    Long live living
    if living can be this

    Long live living
    if living can be this

    Do you ever look around
    and find what is yet to be found?

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    I can't stand the way you treat girls
    Aren't they just people too?
    Something for you to do?
    You like to fuck them
    But their feeling don't mean shit to you
    With your many ways
    You've always got somethimg to prove

    Open your eyes 'cuz it's time you see
    Its's time we were all treated equally
    Just when you think
    A woman's only there to take to bed
    You better think what's going on through her head
    You were raised to think
    A woman's job is slave to man
    But I'm here to tell you different
    You probably won't understand
    Conditioning's got you fucked up
    So you crave the upperhand
    Just try to look within yourself
    And change it if you can

    There's no room for bruising egos
    Man you rate supreme
    But equality for humanity
    Is what I dream
    Girls are just the same as you
    You're no smarter,you're no better
    And only when you realize
    We'll take it a step further

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    Αλέξη, Αλέξη! Τελείωνε , ΞΕΚΌΛΛΑ

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    ΠΑΜΕ!!!!!

    μου'χεις σπαζει πγια τα νεβρα, μ'εγεις βερει ωζ εδω
    δεν αντεχω αλλο τερμα, φυγε πριν να τρελαδω

    δεν αντεγω αλλο πζεμα, θα την γκανω την ζημγια
    με πετρελιο θα τα καμπσω, θα τα βαλω μνια φωντγια

    θα τα κανω'λα πουτανα, σηκω φυγε απο'δω
    μη το καπσω και το σπιτι, και το αυτοκινητο
    θα τα κανω'λα ΠΟΥΤΑΝΑ (με μανια εδω το ''πουτανα''-αγαναχτησις), θα τα βαλω μνια φωντγια
    με πετρελιο θα τα καμπσω, κινητα και ακινητα

    ζβουρεζ πηρε το μνυαλο μου, και αναποδες στροβεζ
    κ'ειμαι ετοιμοζ αποπζε για πολλεζ καταστροβεζ

    δεν αντεγω αλλο πζεμα, θα την γκανω την ζημγια
    με πετρελιο θα τα καμπσω, θα τα βαλω μνια φωντγια

    θα τα κανω'λα ΠΟΥΤΑΝΑ (με μανια εδω το ''πουτανα''-αγαναχτησις), θα τα βαλω μνια φωντγια
    ΔΙΑΣΤΗΜΟΠΛΟΙΟ θα παρω, θα την γκανω κι αντε γεια

    (σολο μπουζουκακι)

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    J'ai crû découvrir un grand écrivain.
    J'avais dix huit ans quand j'ai lu "l'Voyage"
    Puis "Mort à crédit" et après, plus rien
    Que des mots fascistes. J'ai tourné la page.
    Il aidait les pauvres autant qu'les chatons.
    C'est c'qu'il prétendait mais il n'aimait guère
    Tout c'qui était négro Judéo-saxon,
    D'la grain' de racaille et de rastaquouère.

    Oui, c'est toi qui a écrit ça.
    Sois fier car c'est grâce à toi
    Que tous les mal-blanchis n'ont pas fini
    Leur voyage au bout d'la nuit.

    As-tu gagné le ciel, Ferdinand ?
    Est-ce que Dieu n'aime que le sang bleu ?
    Le racisme chez toi polluait le talent.
    Tu étais pas un bien joli monsieur.

    " Racisme d'abord, racisme avant tout,
    Racisme suprême et désinfection. "
    C'est c'que tu écrivais dans "Je suis partout".
    Pour toi, Buchenwald fût "la solution".
    Tu disais : " La race doit être épurée
    Des Juifs, des bougnouls " et, pour illustrer
    L'invention verbale dont tu étais si fier,
    Tu affirmais : " Je m'sens très ami d'Hitler. "

    As-tu gagné le ciel, Ferdinand ?
    Est-ce que Dieu n'aime que le sang bleu ?
    Le racisme chez toi polluait le talent.
    Tu étais pas un bien joli monsieur.

    Tu écrivis un jour pour ta grande gloire
    Que " l'union impure qui rapproche la
    Femm' de ménag' blanche et le facteur noir,
    C'est sang dominé et sang dominant. "

    Ton ami Hitler, Louis-Ferdinand,
    Aurait pû te dire, tant il est notoire,
    Que l'sang dominé et l'sang dominant
    Ont la mêm' couleur au four crématoire.

    As-tu gagné le ciel, Ferdinand ?
    Est-ce que Dieu n'aime que le sang bleu ?
    Le racisme chez toi polluait le talent.
    Tu étais pas un bien joli monsieur.

    Mais ce ne sont là qu'épin's d'acacia
    D'un p'tit chansonnier d'agaçants propos
    Qui f'ront ricaner l'intelligentsia
    Et les nostalgiqu's de la Gestapo.

    Oui, c'est toi qui a écrit ça.
    Sois fier car c'est grâce à toi
    Que tous les mal-blanchis n'ont pas fini
    Leur voyage au bout d'la nuit.

    As-tu gagné le ciel, Ferdinand ?
    Auquel cas, tu dois pas être heureux
    Car, si c'est vrai, ce que l'évangile nous apprend,
    Les négros vont aussi dans les cieux.

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    So many years now together?
    All those good times, ups and downs
    So many joys raising up those kids
    Well they've moved on now, out of town
    So many times she tried
    So many times she cried

    Every morning comes the sun
    And they both rise into the day
    Holding on to what they've done
    She loves him so
    She loves him so
    She loves him so
    She does what she has to
    She loves him so
    She loves him so
    She loves him so
    She does what she needs to
    In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine
    They stop to rest for the night
    Traveling down south looking for good times
    Visiting old friends feels right
    People they haven't seen him forever
    Since high school, Santa Jose times
    Restaurant food and the bottle
    Had a few drinks
    Now they're feeling fine
    Every morning comes the sun
    And they both rise to the day
    Holding on to what they've done
    He loves her so
    He loves her so
    He loves her so
    He does what he has to
    He loves her so
    He loves her so
    He loves her so
    He does what he needs to
    Seem like lately things are changing
    Seems like lately things are going south
    A few drinks now and she hardly knows him
    He just looks away and he checks out
    And when she says "it's time for him to do something,
    Maybe talk to his old friends who gave it up."
    He just pours himself another tall one
    Closes his eyes and says "that's enough"
    Every morning comes the sun
    And they both rise to the day
    Holding on to what they've done
    She loves him so
    She loves him so
    She loves him so
    She does what she has to
    He loves her so
    He loves her so
    He loves her so
    He does what he needs to
    Every morning comes the sun
    And they both rise to the day
    Holding on to what they've done
    He loves her so
    He loves her so
    He loves her so
    He does what he needs to
    She loves him so
    She loves him so
    She loves him so
    She does what she has to

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    Darling behave, though your boy is gone, or so we've heard
    Ophelia would rise if it was her song and say these words
    "Summer comes with its color all to take your breath away
    Winter turns all the summer's love to gray"

    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Ah, ah, ah, ah

    Darling behave, though the barnyard won't say where he's gone
    Ophelia would sing if the orchard let her what went wrong
    "Summer comes, yeah, as loud as hope and takes your breath away
    Winter takes what the summer had to say"
    Read more at http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/vi...z3hwimeaHCg.99

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    It was in the rainy season, waiting for the train,
    Leaving in the afternoon, all on your own again.
    Do you really understand it, can you tell me why it is this way?
    Sad lady, at her portmanteau, with no words left to say,
    Saving that its only something that can happen any day.

    Too loose, circus rider, turn on your childish grin,
    Shine on through the long black night, go ride the dawn again.
    Your eyes are stars that sweetly twinkle, aureole around your head aflame.
    Sad story that you cannot tell, where no one is to blame.
    And anyhow its only something sure to come down with the rain.

    Would i could hear, your song so clear, the words could touch the air,
    And catch the moon's reflection in the colour of her hair.
    To ease this ache of loneliness and blind the facetious stare.

    Even now I do remember one thing more that is not told,
    Just a slightly twisted crystal heart to keep you from the cold.
    All up the coast along the highway, nobody there will know your name,
    So strange how things should work out now, yet still remain the same.
    And even so you know there's nothing that can ever really change...

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgTiSOKtWTc

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    What some men will do here for diamonds
    What some men will do here for gold
    They're wounded but they just keep on climbing
    And sleep by the side of the road

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    I do think that women could make politics irrelevant.
    By as a kind of spontaneous cooperative action,
    the like of which we have never seen.
    Which is so far from people's ideas of state structure
    and vital social structure that seems to them like total anarchy.
    And what it really is is very subtle forms of interrellation
    which do not follow sort of hierachical pattern which is
    fundamentally patriarchal.
    The opposite to patriarchy is not matriarchy but fraternity.
    And I think it's women who are going to have to
    break this spiral of power
    and find the trick of cooperation.

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    Well I stepped into an avalanche,
    It covered up my soul;
    When I am not this hunchback that you see,
    I sleep beneath the golden hill.
    You who wish to conquer pain,
    You must learn, learn to serve me well.

    You strike my side by accident
    As you go down for your gold.
    The cripple here that you clothe and feed
    Is neither starved nor cold;
    He does not ask for your company,
    Not at the centre, the centre of the world.

    When I am on a pedestal,
    You did not raise me there.
    Your laws do not compel me
    To kneel grotesque and bare.
    I myself am the pedestal
    For this ugly hump at which you stare.

    You who wish to conquer pain,
    You must learn what makes me kind;
    The crumbs of love that you offer me,
    They're the crumbs I've left behind.
    Your pain is no credential here,
    It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

    I have begun to long for you,
    I who have no greed
    I have begun to ask for you,
    I who have no need.
    You say you've gone away from me,
    But I can feel you when you breathe.

    Do not dress in those rags for me,
    I know you are not poor
    You don't love me quite so fiercely now
    When you know that you are not sure,
    It is your turn, beloved,
    It is your flesh that I wear.

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    Τούτοι εδώ για τη Νέα Υόρκη μιλάνε βέβαια, αλλά χαβουζάρα μου, στο αφιερώνω και σένα.

    The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
    Shinin, like who on top of this?
    People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin
    Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin
    I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
    My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
    The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
    This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
    Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
    The indisputable, we new york the narcotic
    Strength in metal and fiber optics
    Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
    For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
    Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
    Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
    Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
    No batman and robin, can't tell between
    The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
    With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
    Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
    My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
    You either make a way or stay sobbin, the shiny apple
    Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
    You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
    Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
    Spotlight to savages, nasdaq averages
    My narrative, rose to explain this existance
    Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

    So much on my mind that I can't recline
    Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
    Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
    Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
    Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
    I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
    Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
    Sigh before we die like the last train leaving


    Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps
    We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
    The beast crept through concrete jungles
    Communicatin with one another
    And ghetto birds where waters fall
    From the hydrants to the gutters
    The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
    You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
    Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers
    With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin god
    But havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
    We played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
    When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
    Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
    Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog
    Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
    Thoughts that people put in the air
    Places where you could get murdered over a glare
    But everything is fair
    It's a paradox we call reality
    So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
    Killers born naturally like, mickey and mallory
    Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an nba salary
    Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
    Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in
    For trees to grow in brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
    I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded
    My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause new york niggaz
    Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
    I take the l, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
    New york life type trife the roman empire state


    So much on my mind I just can't recline
    Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
    Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
    Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
    Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
    I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
    Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
    Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

    Yo...on the amen, corner I stood lookin at my former hood
    Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
    Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
    Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
    I coreograph seven steps to heaven
    And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
    Veteran of a cold war it's chica-i-go for
    What I know or, what's known
    So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
    From the crib I spend months gone
    Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
    Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
    Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
    It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
    Some of this land I must own
    Outta the city, they want us gone
    Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes
    My circumstance is between cabrini and love jones
    Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
    Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound
    Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
    It's deep, I heard the city breathe in it's sleep
    Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
    Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
    Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
    ΟΥ, τύμπανα πολέμου σαν ΖΟΥΛΟΥ

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    [Το ίδιο και στα ηλεκτρονικοπερίεργα]

    KTL - V. Last Spring: A Prequel



    "Σας παρακαλώ, περιμένετε. Ακούστε με ένα λεπτό, σας παρακαλώ".
    Έτσι ξεκινάει το τελευταίο κομμάτι του τελευταίου δίσκου του ντουέτου Stephen O’Malley + Peter Rehberg, σε θεατρικό κείμενο του Dennis Cooper, με ανάποδο σταυρό, βέλος και Χ στο εξώφυλλο, φωσφορίζοντα. Και με αγκομαχητά. Που στην αρχή αναρωτιέσαι αν κάνει μεθυσμένο σεξ, στα καπάκια νομίζεις ότι αυτοακρωτηριάζεται αργά με χειρουργικό νυστέρι και τελικά πιθανολογείς ότι ξερνάει τα σωθικά του, πάνω σε κάθαρση της ψυχής με αγιαουάσκα. Πάντως μάλλον πεθαίνει.

    Ζυζητάει με κάποιον. Με τη μαριονέτα που τον φωνάζει Σάρλ; Ή κάνει εσωτερικό διάλογο με το alter psycho-ego; Και μιλάει για πρόσωπα, αγόρια, ξενοδοχεία, φαντάσματα, "ο Σαρλ είναι νεκρός". Μα ποιος είναι επιτέλους αυτός ο Σαρλ; Και γιατί είναι νεκρός;

    Βγάζει ένα μυστήριο αγχωτικό φόβο, όχι μόνο το κομμάτι, μα ολόκληρος ο δίσκος [ένα τεράστιο σύμπλεγμα, δηλαδή]. Κάποιος ικετεύει, κάποιος [ο ίδιος;] γελά ύπουλα και παρανοϊκά, μετά σταματά ο μονόλογος/διάλογος και ξανά αγκομαχητά, αφηρημένοι ήχοι και μία βρύση να στάζει.

    Υπάρχει πρόβλημα. Je ne parle pas francais και ΧΡΕΙΑΖΟΜΑΙ ΜΕΤΑΦΡΑΣΗ, ποιός από εδώ μιλάει Γαλλικά κι έχει τη διάθεση να κάνει εξ ακοής μεταφράση 20'45'';
    Τώρα που είναι ακόμα χειμώνας και μας καταναλώνει το σπίτι;
    Που βαράμε υπαρξιακά, έτσι, επειδή σεβόμαστε τον εαυτό μας;
    Ε;
    Το πρόβλημα εμφανίστηκε πριν κάποιους μήνες, είναι διαρκώς/διακαώς παρόν/άλυτο, οδεύει προς τη μονιμότητα. Στην τελική, ικανοποιούμαι και με μια γρήγορη περίληψη, αλλά πιστή, όχι προχειράντζες.

    Έχω συνείδηση ότι είναι υπερβολή, μοιράζομαι ολόκληρο το δίσκο, για οποιον τον θέλει.
    Και ο μεταφραστής/μεταφράστρια θα έχει bonus δώρο.
    Κάντε το καλό, οι φίλοι μου είναι κυρίως Αγγλογερμανόφωνοι, δεν ξέρουν πιάνο ή μπαλέτο, τι να κάνω, να πάω να πληρώσω μεταφραστή.


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    Quote Originally Posted by my_troubled_Mind View Post



    Τούτοι εδώ για τη Νέα Υόρκη μιλάνε βέβαια, αλλά χαβουζάρα μου, στο αφιερώνω και σένα.

    The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
    Shinin, like who on top of this?
    People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin
    Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin
    I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
    My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
    The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
    This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
    Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
    The indisputable, we new york the narcotic
    Strength in metal and fiber optics
    Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
    For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
    Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
    Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
    Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
    No batman and robin, can't tell between
    The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
    With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
    Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
    My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
    You either make a way or stay sobbin, the shiny apple
    Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
    You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
    Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
    Spotlight to savages, nasdaq averages
    My narrative, rose to explain this existance
    Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

    So much on my mind that I can't recline
    Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
    Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
    Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
    Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
    I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
    Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
    Sigh before we die like the last train leaving


    Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps
    We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
    The beast crept through concrete jungles
    Communicatin with one another
    And ghetto birds where waters fall
    From the hydrants to the gutters
    The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
    You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
    Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers
    With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin god
    But havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
    We played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
    When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
    Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
    Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog
    Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
    Thoughts that people put in the air
    Places where you could get murdered over a glare
    But everything is fair
    It's a paradox we call reality
    So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
    Killers born naturally like, mickey and mallory
    Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an nba salary
    Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
    Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in
    For trees to grow in brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
    I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded
    My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause new york niggaz
    Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
    I take the l, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
    New york life type trife the roman empire state


    So much on my mind I just can't recline
    Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
    Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
    Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
    Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
    I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
    Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
    Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

    Yo...on the amen, corner I stood lookin at my former hood
    Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
    Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
    Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
    I coreograph seven steps to heaven
    And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
    Veteran of a cold war it's chica-i-go for
    What I know or, what's known
    So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
    From the crib I spend months gone
    Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
    Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
    Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
    It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
    Some of this land I must own
    Outta the city, they want us gone
    Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes
    My circumstance is between cabrini and love jones
    Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
    Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound
    Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
    It's deep, I heard the city breathe in it's sleep
    Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
    Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
    Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
    πσσσσσσσσσσ.
    Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
    serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon.

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