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1. Wake Up - The Green Band

Wake Up - The Green Band

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2. Diplo & Friends BBCR1XTRA: October 17th 2015

  • Published: 2015-10-27T22:39:07Z
  • By Diplo
Diplo & Friends BBCR1XTRA: October 17th 2015

More info at BBCR1xtra: www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01dmw90 get diplo gear webstore - smarturl.it/DiploMerch amazon (free prime shipping) - smarturl.it/supermarketteAZ follow diplo website - www.diplo.com facebook - smarturl.it/DiploFB twitter - smarturl.it/DiploTW instagram - smarturl.it/DiploIG diplo on tour - smarturl.it/DiploTour Track list: DIPLO X CL X RIFF RAFF X OG MACO - DR. PEPPER (STEVIE G BOOTLEG) Big Grams ft. Skrillex - Drum Machine INTL PARTY - WORK IT OUT Clips X Ahoy - Blitz Calvin Harris - How Deep Is Your Love (Dj Snake Remix) Keys N Krates ft. Katy B - Save Me diplo - x Liz - Set Me Free Major Lazer - Roll The Bass (Happy Colors Remix) A Rock - This Is It Choppa Dunks & Clips X Ahoy - Shelala Wax Motif - Krush Groove Silento - Watch Me - Sam F Remix Stoltenhoff - Lick It Lick It Skirllex & Jauz ft. Fatman Scoop - Squad Out Major Lazer - Jah No Partial (Jack Beats Remix) DJ Mad vs Blasterjaxx vs Migos & Drake - Versace (Club Killers Flip Edit) Ghastly - Get On This Calum John - Get Low (Audio1 Edit) Nero vs. Nicky Romero - Crush On Toulouse (Ken Loi Mashup) Richard Fraioli & Daniel Illetscheck - Arcade (Danny Diggz Daft Punk Vocal Edit) Tommy Trash ft. JHart - Wake The Giant - Jordy Dazz Remix Junior Jack - E Samba x mix with U & I Deise Tigrona - Injeção Love Taps ft Maya Killtron - 04 - Back For More (Eyes Everywhere Remix) [The Remixes Vol 05] Chris Lake - Stranger Disclosure ft. Gregory Porter - Holding On - Armand Van Helden Remix Tiesto & Oliver Heldens - Wombass A-Trak - We All Fall Down feat. Jamie Lidell Jackal - Animal Style D'Maduro & Tropkillaz Ft. Bounty Killer - Murdara Sean Paul - Get Busy - Mastamonk & MGM Twerk Remix ROLL-UP-THE-GREEN Eva Simons ft. Konshens - Policeman Major Lazer dubplate Bishu - Shuffle Box Disclosure ft. The Weeknd - Nocturnal Lil Kleine & Ronnie Flex - Drank En Drugs (D'Maduro Sober Bootleg) TWRK - Helicopter (Bad Royale Remix) Lady Bee - Return Of The Mack - Mark Price vs The Chainsmokers Bootleg Sex 4 Money, Ying Yang Twins - The Whipser Song (Sex 4 Money Remix) Snow - Informer (D'Maduro Rudeboy Remix) Mark Ronson ft. Keyone Starr - I Can't Lose - Duke Dumont Remix Feder - Goodbye feat. Lyse (Original Mix) Chris Lake & Anna Lunoe - Stomper The Game ft. Skrillex - El Chapo Drake & Future - Jumpman Post Malone - White Iverson Falcons - Aquafina (ft. GoldLink & Chaz French) Migos - Look At My Dab Tyler, The Creator - SMUCKERS Major Lazer & DJ Snake - Lean On (feat. MØ) (Dj Phyer Remix) Travis Scott - 90210

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3. Pepper - Start You Up (The Green Version Mix)

  • Published: 2016-02-05T13:47:03Z
  • By Rootfire
Pepper - Start You Up (The Green Version Mix)

I close my eyes and I'm there, on tour with one of the bands that helped start this whole thing. Three guys pumping power and life into thousands of moving bodies. Swarms of beautiful girls swaying. I always dreamed of life on the road. Sweat. Summer. Sex. My mind flashes. The Green takes the stage. These harmonies are mind-bending. The beat- hypnotic, pulsing. I'm so lucky to be part of this magic. I open my eyes and head tilted back, I soak up Pepper's new single, "Start You Up" (The Green Version). I finally get my fix. Their 2013 self-titled album kept me pushing forward and since then I've been waiting for someone to take me back. I had been out of the game for two years when I was reintroduced to the scene by two of Hawaii's biggest powerhouses. Pepper and The Green made me remember why I do what I do. I had forgotten the sound of laughter in a green room- what it's like to travel the country with close friends. They taught me how to tour again. My gratitude is palpable as I groove to this track. Pepper has teamed up with The Green's Brad Watanabe to create something crisp and fresh, new yet familiar. Something indescribably and uniquely Pepper, with a twist of Green. It gets dirty, flowing through ambiance and dub, before being wiped clean and polished with a shine. Perhaps that's just what comes from putting these two together. IMG_6293 Brad welcomed the collab: "It was awesome to do this remix, I grew up listening to and jamming songs off Kona Town and always looked up to these guys." As did I, as did all of my friends. Thanks for taking me back. Thanks for the memories of a time when I only dreamed of this life, and of a time when I was brought back to life through this music. Thanks for giving me something to dance to till next tour. I'll meet you at the next party. Catch ya on the road. -Joshua Swain of The Movement Connect: Pepper: http://pepperlive.com The Green: https://thegreen808.com "Start You Up": iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/start-you-up-single/id1074446052

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5. INDISA x Ultra Cat - Roll Up The Green (Original Mix)

INDISA x Ultra Cat -  Roll Up The Green (Original Mix)

Follow INDISA: @indisa Follow Ultra Cat: @djultracat

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7. Wake Up Time

  • Published: 2011-11-06T23:51:35Z
  • By Lyla June
Wake Up Time

Hozho is generally translated as "beauty." It means so much more. It is dawn. The sun is conquering the sky and my grandmother and I are heaving prayers at the horizon. "Show me something unbeautiful," she says, "and I will show you the veil over your eyes and take it away. And you will see hozho all around you, inside of you." This morning she is teaching me the meaning of HOZHO. There is no direct translation from Diné Bizaad, the Navajo language, into English but every living being knows what hozho means. Hozho is every drop of rain, every eyelash, every leaf on every tree, every feather on the bluebird's wing. Hozho is undeniable beauty. Hozho is in every breath that we give to the trees. And in every breath they give to us in return. Hozho is reciprocity. My grandmother knows the meaning of hozho well. For she speaks a language that grew out of the desert floor like red sandstone monoliths that rise like arms out of the earth praising creation for all its brilliance. Hozho is remembering that you are a part of this brilliance. It is finally accepting that, yes, you are a sacred song that brings the Diyin Dine'é, the gods, to their knees in an almost unbearable ecstasy. Hozho is re-membering your own beauty. My grandmother knows hozho well For she speaks the language of a Lukachukai snowstorm the sound of hooves hitting the earth on birthdays. For my grandmother is a midwife and she is fluent in the language of suffering mothers of joyful mothers of handing glowing newborns to their creator. Hozho is not something you can experience on your own, the eagles tell us as they lock talons in the stratosphere and fall to the earth as one. Hozho is interbeauty. My grandmother knows hozho well for she speaks the language of the male rain that shoots lightning boys through the sky, pummels the green corn children, and huddles the horses against cliff sides in the afternoon. She also speaks the language of the female rain that sends the scent of dust and sage into our homes and shoots rainbows out of and into the earth. The Diné know what hozho means! And you know what hozho means! And deep down we know what hozho is not. Like the days you walk in sadness. The days you live for money. The days you live for fame. The days you live for tomorrow. Like the day the spaniards climbed down from their horses and asked us if they could buy the mountains. We knew this was not hozho. But we knew we could make it hozho once again. So we took their swords and their silver coins and melted them with fire and buffalo hide bellows and reshaped them into squash blossom jewelry peices and strung it around their necks. Took the helmets straight off their heads and turned it into fearless beauty. Hozho is the healing of broken bones. Hozho is the prayer that carried us through genocide and disease, It is the prayer that will carry us through global warming and through this global fear that has set our hearts on fire. This morning my grandmother is teaching me that the easiest (and most elegant) way to defeat an army of hatred, is to sing it beautiful songs until it falls to its knees and surrenders. It will do this, she says, because it has finally found a sweeter fire than revenge. It has found heaven. It has found HOZHO. This morning my grandmother is saying to the colors of the sky at dawn: hózhǫ́náházdlíí' hózhǫ́náházdiíí' hózhǫ́náházdlíí' beauty is restored again… It is dawn, my friends. Wake up. The night is over.

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8. When You Wake

When You Wake

From the upcoming album Minor Works in Major Keys. www.thegreenandbold.com

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9. Tommy College

Tommy College

TOMMY DID YOU KNOW? Tommy looks out over the river every night from a top floor room in a 5 bed house in a sheltered off suburban living block Dreams of a life, but doesn't everyone, of a life, with a four bed marble five star penthouse far from the river living just like a rock star a forgettable child, from humble beginnings, but its not a sin to be shallow cursed with a lazy shortsighted eye but it's not a shame to be hollow Tommy did you know they've been writing a song about you, it's an age old tale of a boy learnt to play a little guitar, went too far and the boy done sole his soul. Tommy looks out from gold rim glasses, listens to bruce springsteen says if these guy got they a piece o the pie well a boy like me's got nothing to fear so Buys a guitar and as time passes he arrives at a place where they pay free beer and the students cheer when they see time fly to a song they love to hear Gets rid of the specs, to get some respect, but it's not a sin to be shallow Learn how to smile in the mirror a while, it's not a shame to be hollow Tommy did you know they've been writing a song about you, it's an age old tale of a boy who learnt he a little guitar, went too far and the boy done sold his soul Tommy looks out from a slight left parting tinted with a silver streak and with five years gone well the boys moved on he's no more the silent unknown one no Sings of a heart that thought it was broken, but it turned out just to be cold and dead with a cynical head in a fucked up world just trying to be living They say that he lived his life in need, getting sympathy for the dark sad eyes and the long black shirts like a downturned lip kinda meant he was flirting Dead in the eyes with a heart of greed, trying to impress me with a minor chord and a depressed tone like how sexy it is to be lonely Never really loved much more then himself, but it's not a sin to be shallow Never really knew much of anyone else, But it's not a sin Tommy did you know they've been writing a song about you, it's an age old tale bout a boy who learnt to play him a little guitar, went too far and then the boy went and sold his soul. TOMMY COLLEGE Tommy college bought his name in school another fool for the Devil just a useless tool sold out his talent to be viewed as superficially cool, and swapped real talk quick for the ability to rule the mass with tune; see he was blessed with a good view, an enlightened sense of vision and a silver tounge too, and all his funds came easy from a silver spoon see he had every oppurtunity to make a little room but the concept of fame took his focus away and so he spent his days looking in the mirror trying to change Pierce the lip and shave the uni-brow you can learn a little music by the time you get to uni And be out with the crowd maybe form a little unit keep the conversation low to keep a mysterious image Keep your friends at a distance and your band leash, keep the girls always guessing and a spring in your feet Just make out like your arriving but your just about to leave, to be the life of the party got to work out how it breathes From green to brown leaves he'd perfected the image, starts a band with a girl and a black violinist and a drummer with spiked hair and a tattooed Penis, like a misfit crew, he called them Bite the Fuckin Bullet And they played fat shows in the campus holes and all the local pub venues till they were locally known And all the local girls loved it like a star in their home town, local girls fall before a city boy frown But the college boy had a little plan to wear crowns and so he played the girls loose never getting tied down The girls dug tommy like they wanted to help his little sad sack cutesy faced depressedy self but see he had his shifty eye on the kind of sket that little punks like Tommy would endevour to get And so looking round the campus in unclever regret he got to eyein up the girls he'd not been bothered by yet And saw a red haired beauty with a cross round her neck who had a look like she never gave a toss who was checkin her Tommy couldn't help but get to picturing wrecking her little jesus loving ass and so he wrote her letter the kind of cheese that slimy guys like these just breath I'm talkin fake sycophantic cliched thou's and thee's I want your soul in my life, we just have to meet, your a river of love and grace, won't you quench me please bending over backwards trying to make that wench be pleased, but he was benched, she's like boy won't you Unclench me please I'm not the kind of girl who gives it up for any singer yo, if you like it put a diamond on the finger by the centrepole The pussy whipped him, six months he spent to get on, and a man hates to fold on a good investment See Tommy played a good game, you can say what you want but when a girl plays a game see she plays it long He put a ring on the finger and his tounge in one, he was the first one inside her for a while it was fun They were celebrities in college, honeymoon in Hong Kong, and plus the gigs were sold out it seemed like everyone Wanted to be part of their lovely little Uni romance, see she was there with her friends at every gig they had dancing And so her friends bought there friends like they were all entourage, soon every motherfuck on campus wanted to be involved And every student in the class of two thousand and three, bought a copy of Bite the Bullets first CD Tommy knew that he could play but see he knew that the key to his success was the woman that he resented secretly And so he couldn't help but see the silver lining of the light When she had a heart attack watching a gig one night. this is something she lived with for a while, behind the laughing of her eyes and the beautiful smile she'd had a life filled with surgery and physical pain but she just laughed, said "the old tickers clicking again" She had a hole in her heart, nobody was to blame, but old Tommy saw the chance to up the level again Started trying to raise funds at the gigs he played, saying please help my lover get research to be saved Time passed and she just got worse, but old Tommy gave the girl a space in every verse And by the time she was wheeled in a chair to her class Tommy College had a space on his righteous arse On the daytime news basking in the false glory of a fake dude rising off've someone else's story and cause we love to watch while the world gets fucked well as Melody fell Tommy College raised up. Until the days she was too weak to even stand up, when old tommy got the crowd to put a lighter hand up and he'd say This is a song for my lover if you know a better nother then you better put it on I'm just a lonely type a brother with a heart broke lover and a sad sad song I'm gonna go to the river put my hands in the water and a pray to the one I got a hand full of charity a the neck of my string held up in the other one three years and the time flew by, the sad story made him household and nationwide Tommy and his melody, saving a life with a song and shit just seemed so right like it would never go wrong He played gigs for live Aid and for BBC 1, and for a while they were the couple that every teenager wanted but they knew this long story would become a short sonnet cause this bloody sunday had a black cherry sat right upon it SICK LOVE I love your cancer chic junkie sunk eyes, the blue vein ripple at the top of your thighs I can't believe, the wheeze as you breath and the grey of your skin is a porcelain prize I love the thin fringe limp on your head, the stone blue cold lonely eyes of the dead Down the phone, I hear the crackle of your lung and I know I'll be sleeping in a hospital bed tonight She wont be here much longer, you better get to know her now It's palliative, how much I care The pressures high, I can see from the green line. But It's M E on you, till your lips turn blue Emphycemiea Pneumoniea and Pluracy too; I should leave but I'm breathless under you A Flutter and a murmer and a hole in the heart, she's Bi-Polar and it's tearing me apart. Fey Grace laces every tread, your hazy eyes lazy lithium red in such beautiful dressing with your mood supressed I've got a stitched heart and your pulling the thread Peach skin, pristine bruised, Red green yellow purple and blue It's internal, I don't know what to do, I'm just a side effect of the placebo in you. MURDERERS back from the edge of madness, back from the edge of the world my love I am enveloped in encompassing sadness, reminded by the beautiful girls of our love from cally road up to the valens, the hooplah haunts and happens of our love at least we'll always have camden, the grays inn road and the worlds end pub oh Your past life, i think I knew you, we were someone else and we lived in regret as lovers, do you recall we were murderers Black is the edge of darkness, deep as the end of the sea my love Chomping at the bit of my harness, frustrated by the weight of the world as our love comes Crashing in a scene of violence, that old east london shoreditch pub falls deaf as the edge of silence, sated by the beautiful world of our love Don't take for granted my heart, thats what she said to me And went and wasted her words on a younger me At the astoria I will relive my tragedy wonder lonely from the angel up to silver street Dance away my pain at the old triple three Sleep in victoria and wake me up in hackey then use a day old pass to jump the 19 bus to finsbury park and to the memory Where I am still a boy, and only seventeen, where the stars are still that bright and the grass is still that green where the traffic in the air is our special kind of silence and the harmony of you would cast a voodoo over me and the nights would pass us by, and the weeks would die, till the ground was covered wet with all the morning light and the clocks just seem to lie and let the whole world pass us by and the canopy of concrete is a canvass for a street light bastard your last breath I will steal from you so to I'll steal your death and meet you where we wait forever until we'll be together again your regrets, I will take from you so there aint none left and I'll live in regret forever, as if I never said your name Your past life, i think I knew you, we were someone else and we lived in regret as lovers, do you recall we were murderers my curse in life is to see through you in a future tense, and know that as we lay as lovers, you will become my killer Back from the dead with purpose, back from the land of the lame with my soul all tourniqueted up to my sternum pretending to be one and the same with my soul from camberwell back up to morden, wondering the streets of south with my soul all black and apathetic with boredom, done with all the streets are drowning my soul TOMMY's REMORSE I’m so free, so free, don’t you wanna follow me oh my life, ever since you died I’ve been so Fuckin free, hollowed out the eyes and made a Home in the branches of a old and broken oak tree I'm so wild, don't you wanna colour my life oh my stars - never thought it be this hard I'm so fuckin dead, ripples in my head like the leaves on the branches of this old and broken oak tree of my home Your precious to me, so precious to me Salt and pepper, husband and wife Won’t you endevour through the stormy weather with me I want to keep you for the rest of your life I want you teathered to me, want you indebted to me Laying in bed for my love to arrive Come to heaven with me, I want to tear out your eyes And you’ll always need me to guide you home I never meant to kill you, I only meant to make you sick so you’d be like “feed me” and I’m like “be with me” This is my curse I killed her first and now kills my lover Please Hear my words of good advice, sisters, good friends and brothers Don’t slip inside you’ll die a little death like all the others Your lips collide with mine to steal our breath beneath the covers Don’t let our hearts connect through pressed flesh of heaving chest Those hearts that tangle us in passion with each sweaty breath It wouldn’t do us any good to take what we both crave Cause the scratching of my floorboards is the turning of a grave I think the ghost is up again, knocking on the window who's that out there? someone who cares? I think the ghost is up again, scraping up the stairs outside come inside to me, I'm everything you need I need everything, and you're everything to me; You're everything I need, come stand beside me I need everything, and you're everything to me, everything I need. The air that I breathe. And theres a bloodstain on the floor, that says you got what you came here for; I should have never been your whore, cause it's all that you wanted I’m so free, but she’s always gonna follow me, All my life, I only wanted her to treat me right We we’re so fuckin high but I’m not surprised t| hat I remember The way she changed from that early may till late December I just want to protect you Alice, I just want to make you smile Please Let me infect you Alice, I want to keep you for the rest of your life I want you teathered to me, want you indebted to me Salt and Pepper, Husband and wife Come to heaven with me, I want to tear out your eyes And you’ll always need me to guide you home

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12. Text Rage - bit poetry by R. Stevie Moore

  • Published: 2011-03-30T00:35:26Z
  • By txtrg1
Text Rage - bit poetry by R. Stevie Moore

SPOKEN WORD MARCH 2010 14 EVELYN PLACE #4 BLOOMFIELD NJ THE END OF THE BEGINNING'S ENDING THE NORTH STOPS HERE ALL RIGHTS REVERSED CDR available http://www.rsteviemoore.com/tp/textrage.html TEXT RAGE – bit poetry by R. Stevie Moore Didn’t wait, did I? Wouldn’ta mattered Cause it don’t Didn’t wait, did I? It wouldn’tve mattered anyway Cause it don’t, really. Lookin for Mr. Goodwrench It’s the Glimpse! Mama, mama! Children, stop your nursing! It’s the Glimpse! Lookin for Mr. Goodwrench Sick of singing about girls Cause I can’t find any Lookin for Mrs. Goodwrench Glimpse! I’m sick of singing about trucks Cause I can’t drive any I’m sick of singing about trucks Cause I can’t fyeng any I’m sick of singing about me Cause you won’t find any Glimpse! That look you gave me Fleeting You must be lookin for Mr. Goodwrench. Rob Grill Sweat in the folds under my breasts You crossed my mind a thousand times today Quality drugs? Rob Grill Mat said that This coming decade What’s on your mind, Rob Grill? The revolution is right where we want it Out of our control Sweat in the folds under my breasts Nabob gotcha shredmaestro DJ Kaili Menogue Pogue going rogue Roguer Freguson vs Rob Grill. Oh my English springer spaniel Doggystyle Staffordshire lamp Rockabilly rayon Shadowplaid shy Rainy Friday weekend is a good time to fly Strawberry buttermilk biscuit You need a love butter Just can’t risk it Oh my English springer spaniel Doggystyle Staffordshire lamp Butterdish descant en ser des ce kanter You know you need De love biscuit Butterdish smear Rockabilly rayon Shadowplaid shy I yam in love with Christopher Thai Census 2010 Wait a minute, U ain’t heard nothing yet Come full of pep! No admittance here [sic] Extend thy grasp A little travelling music Census 2010 Seeking solutions with Suzanne, oh I’ve heard that tearstained monologue you do there By the door before you go Packs a considerable wallop How did I not know that? Wait a minute, U still ain’t heard nothing yet Progress, extend thy grasp Census 2010 Twinge Tweenge twoange Go to your room Twinge Tweenge twoange Go to your room Hep me out heah Billy Hep me out heah Roger hep me out heah Pete hep me out heah Cud hep me out heah Joe hep me out heah Myron hep me out heah Squatty hep me out heah Vic hep me out heah. Almaden Mountain Chablis Gallo Merlot Cabernet Savignon Do you accept Bank Americard? No? Dad, I need that 20. I am looking for a guy or a girl To help me fix my acoustic guitar By putting a jack in the bottom of the strap peg So I can plug in my jack cord Directly into the bottom Anus of my guitar Can’t seem to take care of that I need a guy or a girl To get that done And bring it back And I can pay them Five figures in a reward settlement Y’see, what I been usin’ over the years Old school One of them acoustic pick-ups That you hafta insert into the round hole And there’s this awkward cord that comes out Not long enough Gets in the way of the strumming hand Maybe someday I’ll catch up to the times Check, please! Privacy’s comin Better hang up my blanket Privacy’s comin Better hang up my blanket Privacy’s comin Better hang up my blanket Privacy’s comin Better hang up my blanket Peace Pipe Hot and juicy teen pussy Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know It’s about taking it down a notch Naw, that ain’t right at all It’s about taking it down a notch Nawp, wrong again It’s about taking it down a notch How could you even know? It’s about taking it down a notch That’s what I just said Well, take it down a notch I’ll take it down a notch. The Reverend Victor Lovera once wrote: “Thou art god.” Monotheism Pah. Next up for auction: A box of Bonine Meclasine hydrochloride It’s an anti-emetic 8 tablets, it’s chewable once-a-day protection It prevents motion sickness It works 4 times longer Causes less drowsiness Bonine, people Works up to 4 times longer and Causes less drowsiness Than original Dramamine And this package is raspberry flavored Do I have a first bid? Bonine Directory assistance, may I help you? Yes? What’s the name? Frank? What’s that last name again? Balesteri, Frank Balesteri? E? Do you have an address? No address Many addresses I don’t have time, sir! I will luck him up Bales- E? With an i? Balesteri? Frank Bales- oh! Sir, Frank Balesteri’s dead. Flomax, part 2 I go to bed at 10 and 11 I have to get up at 2 To relieve my bladder Excruciating pain I go back to bed I gotta get back up around 5 To relieve my bladder It’s over 50 prostate enlargement Somebody explain Flomax Splain I come back and go to bed When I wake up around 7 I have to go relieve my bladder What shall I do? What’s that? You have sound for emphasis You are emphatic Turn it up I can’t hear it What’s that, you say? You have sound for emphasis You turn the volume up You are emphatic What’s that, you say? I can’t hear it Turn it up! 650 WSM,R. Stevie Moore And we just heard the new remaster From the original Breetles album called “Squares in Pairs” I think that came from 2000 1000 9 And going backwards we heard Lysie Pay for the Check She’s Buying Not the Only Girl Jolene Revenge part 2 (I like that one) And Hang On To Everything We’ll be right back / And we’re back now WBLS Celebrating the new remaster of “Squares in Pairs” Sort of an unknown classic by The Breetles From the year 1006 And here comes Side 2 Tracks are called: Their Day Now, that’s t-h-e-i-r day Possessive ‘their’? Their day, they owned that day And, sorry to get distracted Have you noticed with people having problems online With the 3 theres! T-H-E-R-E T-H-E-I-R possessive And even worse is the contractual T-H-E-Y-apostrophe-R E Which is They Are, R Then came: I’m Not Crazy Squares and Pairs Theme TV Station Why Can’t I Feel What I Say? Supervisor Blues Belgian Holiday And we ended the set, Wait, we haven’t started! This is the upcoming set, coming up soon We’ll be right back. / And welcome back This is WABC Good Guys And I’m RSTVMO And we just heard the complete Breetles remaster For his 2nd album from 1006, called “Squares In Pairs” Hope you enjoyed it Weather We got the weather? It’s been pretty amazing Here’s the intense weather. Tiger Wood Not Things are slow all over Dear Prudential LaBrea Tarboots Tiger Wood Not Uh uh uh uh uh Shiftless Uh uh uh uh uh I got so much class I ain’t even used yet Uh uh uh uh uh Vietti chili Uh uh uh uh uh Mad chill Uh uh uh uh uh Claptrap Uh uh uh uh uh GSTPO Uh uh uh uh uh Florsheim Uh uh uh uh uh Replace your divots Uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh Coo Coo Marlin I declare Uh uh uh uh uh Don’t lose your head To gain a minute You need your head Your brains are in it! Uh uh uh uh uh Perpendicular footpaths Uh uh uh uh uh Neely Auditorium Uh uh uh uh uh Set a standard, Stevie Dime store Lps Vegeterrible Hey Will.i.am My castile of quite Y’all ain’t nuh’in And I was right! My castile of quite Y’all ain’t nuh’in And I was white! Oh ok Get the kids all out of the room by now I got some fuckin’ shit to bring on you here Get the kids out of here I got some shit, I got some shit I gotta fuckin’ Lay on you people Get the kids out Alright, I’ll wait Every time you open your mouth I am privileged to hear it Bravo! Encore! Hey Sharifa Every time you open your mouth I am within earshot Bullshit! Bravo! Encore! Hey lady Every time you enter my building Holding your cellphone I am privileged to hear it Bravo! Encore! Hey twinge Little Miss Tweenge twoange Come up to my room Hey lady twinge Princess twinge twoange Follow me Come up to my room I’m never going to touch another Guitar again Woman again Drink again Drug again Computer again Cellphone again Obscenity again Law again Sharpie again Forklift again 1040 again. Stimulating talk Fine particulates Hideous lump sum annuity Telebrands Oscar Brand I was once a Cheshire cat And I never gave way to you. Go to your room, my sons Go to your room, Beaver Go to your room, Wally Go to your room, without supper. Bit poetra Jill Horny What’s for brekkie? Put 5-wk old baby in the oven 375, baked on premises Reffic refuses to referee I am writing as fast as I can think I am writing as fast as my fingers will allow Medium slow, sluggish Sluggo Nancy was Copas’ babe Indigent The Counts of Nowhere at Saunder’s Ferry boat dock, meet The Bitter Sparrow at Hullabaloo Bell Grimes Lane sucks Dickerson Road Spits it out, and gags Tastes like paint Thinner? And U call this dinner? I’ll take U to court, Jester Anyone for tennis-on? Close yet so far MP3, you won’t listen to me CDR, you still believe in me I wasn’t ready, aren’t you? Unlike you, I can do everything No visionary fulfillment Satch and Slip Mahoney Baloney pony express Sasha Frere-Jones-E Xray Anger manager You’ll know when you see it And you call this dinner? My DeSoto has been recalled For malfunctioning clutch Clutch Too much Crutchfield, Robin Meade Headline nuke And this was your health minute. Aaaauuugggh! What’s the matter? Well, I’m having a panic attack I have an anxiety disorder So, don’t panic. Relax! Oh, it’s that easy, is it? What’s your secret? She’s sound asleep. Well, I think it’s, uh, A B C, D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y & Z I Y Now I do my numbers 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 and on up 5 9 9 5 Y I reckon Hey how do I look? I just took a shower Notice any change? It’s a lot better, isn’t it? Come here, look You like it? I just took a shower. Saint Patrick Mathe The Alcoholism and Addiction Cure Chris Prentiss Corned beef and cabbage? Green Patrick The Alcoholism and Addiction Cure Green Chris Prentiss Corned beef and cabbage? The Green Alcoholism and Addiction Cure Chris Green Prentiss Green corned beef and cabbage? Bono Roo Be prepared What was that? Remember? Boy Scouts motto? Be prepared Bit poetry Jill’s warning What’s for brekkie? Put 5-wk old baby in the oven 375, baked on premises Home alone shark Some reasoning Is that your phone? You lost me, how does it feel? It doesn’t? Needs to be in on Teterboro calling Bit poetry And that’s our dinner? This is The Voice Living in 20-10 will be our subject for this evening 20-10? I don’t think so, not yet Two thousand ten But, like 19 . . in the past Eventually we’ll drop the “thousand” word And revert to “twenty” I hope that answers your question Pump up the jam Pump it up While the body’s thumpin’ Get your booty on the floor tonight Make my day Bit poetry. This is the Voice I’m inside of my own mouth room Voiceroom Living in 2010 will be our subject for this evening And category A What? You didn’t like the way I said that Take 2 Keep up good work Keep up good work Keep up good work Keep up good work Keep up good work Keep up good work Keep up good work Bit poetry. Did I tell you about this guy? I saw this guy I told ya? Naw, I didn’t tell ya yet Got a second? There’s this guy outside I was looking at him through the window He’s out over on the sidewalk near the hedge And I guess he worked for the company that has the building Or maybe the government Who knows, the town? He was doing some yardwork over by the hedge And I noticed he was trying to clean up some leaves That had fallen from the tree above That old tree You know that big old tree? He was cleaning up the leaves Right by the hedge He started cuttin’ up the leaves One at a time Cuttin’ up a leaf With a marshmallow Cuttin’ leaves with marshmallows I don’t know how he does it I don’t think he was having much luck It was across the street I can’t see that far I got my binoculars He wasn’t cuttin’ any leaves at all! How can you cut You can’t cut a leaf with a marshmallow Our tax dollars at work, I guess OK, I’ll get back to ya Hold on, goodnight. Please get just two rolls every two days Keeps them from spoiling Getting those little green dots Are those green dots harmful? I pick ‘em out And use the bread Not very good But I’m scared of those green dots Rs Gratia Rtis Rs gratia rtis Hurricane Cynthia Hurricane Julian Rs Gratia Rtis Martin Lewis Rs Gratia Rtis Hurricane Yoko Hurricane Shine Get 2 rolls every 2 days Talking as music As part of a heart healthy diet The soluble fiber in me Can help lower your cholesterol As part of a heart healthy diet The soluble fiber in me Can help lower your cholesterol As part of a heart healthy diet The soluble fiber in me Can help lower your cholesterol UPS truck’s here. BRB We’ll be right back B right back When we come back A disclaimer Welcome back Yeah I know, I’m not supposed to be singing Supposed to just keep this as talking But I’m just feeling so nice and good today It’s beautiful outside I just can’t resist Love is a many splendored thing. Someone will object And that’s how you know It’s a good idea. I miss krys The genuine article Which krys? Omg The wicked witch of the west The wicked witch of the west The wicked witch of the west The wicked witch of the east The wicked witch of the east The wicked witch of the weast The wicked witch of the weast Are you timing me? The wicked witch of the north The wicked witch of the north The wicked witch of the south The wicked witch of the south The wicked witch of the west Which krys? I want to record me reading text from the computer But that means I got to carry the microphone To the other part ofthe room It’s too much trouble I need to sometimes print out What’s on the computer So I can bring the piece of paper Over to the other side of the room Where the microphone is When will I get it together? Rs gratia Rtis Wellmont Zappa Volz had extra ticket Son couldn’t go January 16th 8pm Montclair I leave at 6:15 Dinner with Chris and Nancy Grace Have fun at home Save that burger and salad, Dweezil! Son of obituary Twinge tweenge twoange Go to my tomb Twinge tweenge twoange Insertion your womb Twinge tweenge twoange Doom and gloom Twinge tweenge twoange To whom (it may concern) Twinge tweenge twoange Danger looms Twinge tweenge twoange Billy Mumi Twinge help me out tweezers Enroll at Hume-Fogg Guh Guh Guh Guh Guh Guh You’re not listening to Michael Shelleyan Orphan Frank Balesteri had a rap group From Montclair/East Orange Circa 1992-3 Called The Orfinz Featuring the leaderman Git Loose (GL) FYI Ah, we’re back, it’s midnight WMFU motherfucker My name’s Uncle Eeef And we just heard a long set Errorism Beautiful Lullaby Going backwards here Edit Presley Closing Credits Those Mathematicians X 2 Blue Snowball Walk Softly darlin’ I’m Comin’ Ooh Lady John Mayer and Jessica Simpson Where’s My Whiskey? And we started out the set a long time ago With It’s Not True It isn’t Motherfucker Seeking Solutions With Suzanne Welcome This is the time of year When I so enjoy going outside And seeing all the little children with very little clothes on I take my camera and take pictures of them And bring them back Life is wonderful And youth is even better than that I remember back in Des Moines When we used to go out on the first day ofspring To the community company pool And everybody was half naked I couldn’t control myself It’s Adam and Eve So let’s all get together outdoors And look at the little children Get up close And bring your camera. Well, imagine that Where we going with this here? Trying to get comfortable Relax It ain’t gonna happen I need a massage The past twenty years And one wouldn’t do it I need about a hundred of ‘em Then check back for results My life has come to a halt. A bad habit tendency to work on: Stevie, don’t attack Just ignore. I’ve said it all before No one thought it was that important So I’ve stopped, for good. Now suddenly, it was important? Everybody’s doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it Pickin’ their nose and chewin’ it, chewin’ it Some think it’s candy, but it’s not It’s really cold boogers and hot snot. Yeah, this is the big bad blogster Headline newsanchor ladybabes Got this disturbing new trend Upturned Linguistics? They’re reading sentences Which end as if in questions? Slightly condescending? As if they’re intending to clarify? That which they assume that You don’t understand? Like you’ve not been paying attention? To them stating the obvious? The adult teacher instructing Us young students? Pupils? It’s kind of hard to describe it to you Without you hearing it So, my plan is to Hafta tape it Examples of proof Susan Hendricks and Christy Paul And some of the other ones who are Just as good as runway models In my book? Her behind is mine I got it real cheap: I found it. Her behind is mine You came in here with teeth, Do you wanna leave with teeth? Ye shall know the truth and The truth shall make you free. Her behind is mine That can be arranged I got it real cheap: I found it. Her behind is mine I got it real cheap. I found it. Would you call me a cab? You’re a cab! I gave at the office Why chance it? Let me finish! Liverwurst J Mascis on Jay Leno J-Lo for Jay Reatard Why chance it? Let me finish! Gift ban Asbestos The one who loses the least money is a big winner I have heard OF them but not their music I gave at the office Why chance it? You want me to do something else for you As if I don’t (already) do enough? Pole strap LLP – limited liability partnership I gave at the office Why chance it? Let me finish! My next album will be quite the stunner (just like my last ten were) Let me finish! Hat city intuitive I gave at the office Neither Chilton nor Hitchcock Why chance it? Let me finish! Text rage Solution? Hand sanitizer Text rage Solution? Hand sanitizer Bit poetry Solution? Mouth sanitizer Verify Text rage Solution? Hand sanitizer Text rage Solution? Get rid of those typewriters, Why doncha say! The little midget desks You carry around in your mouth And put ‘em in your ear Shocking Shocking Walkie talkie I’ll never do it! I need to gargle Do a search on gargle See what kinda keywords I could come up with To find the best results I’m putting all my eggs in one basket Pick yourself up, I’ll be hard to handle I gave at the office Unable to come to terms with you I’m putting all my eggs in one basket Gradually lost its luster This just ain’t a good day for leaving Debonaire fricke and frack Unable to come to terms with me Stubborn, kind, Othello Don’t move, if you know what’s good for you The advancement of colored pens Ctrl Alt Delete Rib rub Unable to come to terms with you I’m open for anything. Thumbs I’m gonna cut off all your thumbs, world Then you wouldn’t be able to communicate Thumbs You don’t see me sittin’ around with my thumbs Come over here, honey Look, thumbs! My left thumb and my right thumb Pickin’ away like an animal on the prairie I’m gonna chop off all their thumbs Thumbs Is this a comedy record? File under humor With Rudy Ray Moore In front of or behind Heh heh heh heh heh Morlocks The house is not in order Secure horizons Closet cosmosis The house is not in order Morlocks Transition device Assumes good faith Outmoded sensibilities Courtroom bathroom leak Morlocks The house is not in order Due process, we digress Hurry, see if you qualify Verify Posthumorous comptroller Acidic ridicule The house is not in order It’s pretty clear that you have no idea What you are talking about I couldn’t write a plain song if I tried When I have tried, it comes out as satire or parody or satire The house is not in order Dictatorial memorial But bet I didn’t, but bet, but bet Bet your life, Bett My father used to call my mother Bett I feel a cerebral hemorrhage coming on fast With fries Jealous, zealous, tell us, fellas Yella submarine sandwich from Subway The house is not in order The embodiment of progressive ideals This is the greatest day of my life So far Morlocks Blimpie base Don’t come back now, y’hear? The race is on And here comes pride up the back stretch Look out, coming by the wayside Liquid paper Nesmith white-out Racist trend Your racist friend Racist concept Racist conception Dark goes invisible It’s erased When the white son rises Comes up over the horizon Up your block Day beats night every time Well, the race is on And here comes love at the outside Liquid paper Nesmith white-out Racist trend Dark goes invisible When the white sun rises Comes up over that horizon Up your block Day eats the night every time. You can call me Ray You can call me Blu-ray But ya don’t hafta call me Johnny Ray, Billy Ray, or Diane Renay renal More is overrated Less is better More is underrated Less is unrelated To Mary Ford Tater platters My staff briefed me on it You may not right mouseclick this page But nevertheless I’m examining the logistics of your Buddy Lee Attractions parallel hamlet Glib contempt Cut the dailies I pout to get my way Get your coat I’ll get my coat Ursula Andress undress for me Send your email address to me But you don’t hafta call me Quincy Jones Heads out tails out Google’s doodle dandy Don’t leave home without it Spectre. Text rage Sexed up underage, child Can’t find no over age, like me Text rage To myself with my thumbs Overage in the cash register Musta gave back too little change back Text rage Sexed up over aged, like fine wine Still got some spunk left Pour me a glass Consume my seed Secede from the union Text rage Touch you Masterpiece flesh Tom Tresh Stop them! It’s a good thing I filmed her younger That girl’s gone now But I kept her purty body in formaldehyde On DVD Text rage? Spin man! Stevie Joe McAlister, Tallahachie bridgework Live to play live Been there done that Live to play live I don’t think so It killed me Now don’t be fooled I ain’t makin all this stuff up as I go along In every room, I got a a little blank sheet of paper And a writin’ pen And whatever I think up, I jot down Spin man! Keith Richards fingers Swollen bone joints arthritis points Hurts bad, pretty sad Stiff and numb Dead cartilage in my thumb Keith and Richard’s finger paints Spin man! Wordplay, never cared for it Can’t even finish a sentence Retirement requirement I myself put a small stuffed animal In the rear window of my car Lil Cutie on board Wordplay, never cared for it Susan Boyle crisis It’s the mileage that’s slowing me down Hey, a guy has to eat Johnnie and Jack, Jim and Jesse Floods across the nation Find the fatal flaw Wordplay, never cared for it It’s the mileage that’s slowing me down Harry Merry and the Must Mickie Most and the Gear Who’s you? Where you were? Wordplay, never cared for it Never cared for it. Move out! Y’all move out! Move out! Y’all move out! Move out! Y’all Move out! Hello! Hi, cat! What about it? What? Pearly gates Obit poetry BD Bondage & discipline Born and died Pearly gates Obit poetry Johnny maestro dead Everybody’s just standing in line Standing in line To die Sad?? Why y’all get sad? Lifespan means nothin’ They’re just Next in Line Pearly gates Obit poetry R U connected in their daily lives? Nawwww – they old Be glad Good riddance. Channel 5 Fox News Good Day New York New york fort Carolyn Gussoff pissed off Apparent homicide A lady giving birth Babies having babies having babies Some thug with gun Broke in and shot her head A robbery gone bad And Carolyn Gussoff is pissed off Monopoly money Cause of death: breath Can you smell the oral stench? Dental records _ and tapes Monotonous, honey And that makes Carolyn Gussoff pissed off Apparent homicide. Just 1 note Is that all you can sing? Just 1 note Is that all he can sing? Hey you guys, no music, remember? ======================================== http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/TheLaw/text-rage-leads-alleged-brutal-teen-beating/story?id=10148892

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13. Roll up the green

  • Published: 2016-09-18T12:47:17Z
  • By Stayhigh
Roll up the green

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14. Ey, Misha

Ey, Misha

Tim Williams: Voice Never Mind the Pushkin: Voice, keyboards Jon Platt: Guitars, melodica, drum programming, backing vocals Tench Coxe: The Bass Guitar Moscow Woman is a work of deep hybridity, perched at the threshold between light and dark, good and evil, baba and muzhik. The songs were written and recorded in several small spurts of furious activity (and a few longer dribbles), beginning in the summer of 2003 and wrapping up in the spring of 2005. The recording all took place in Jon’s Inwood apartment at 20 Sickles St., either on his half-broken four-track or Emily’s poorly understood computer. The album proper consists of the first ten songs, with the remaining three (making up the standard BABA-MUŽIK dozen) treated as bonus tracks. The first of these is Serge’s solo recording of “Sestritsa,” a song he composed, and the band performed in the early days back in Harlem. “The Bastard Son Of Madame de...” grew out of a failed attempt by Tench and Jon to do an arrangement for Tim’s idiosyncratic chord progression in “Madame de...” The song was never properly recorded, being designed mostly for its single live performance (where the programmable drum machine was replaced with the old 1980s Yamaha, run through a rubbishy FX processor that had a cool dry/wet mix slider). The bonus track version of “The Knight Of Pentacles” was the debut track for the band’s myspace site, swapping Japanimation horns for the original recording’s underwhelming backing vocals. Due to typical time constraints, all the songs in which Tim sings lead vocal were based on a single live recording on track 1 and an isolated double of the vocal on track 2. To make up for the sad inflexibility of this setup, Jon took the somewhat dubious approach of saturating the songs with overdubs. Never Mind the Pushkin and Tim were never in the same room during the making of the record, harmonizing in the flesh only for that brief electric hour, known as the Hamilton Hall farewell concert. Jon K. does not appear on the album, but his spirit pulses beneath its surface. Most of the songs were rehearsed with the Dane on drums during the sessions in Williamsburg that produced Coarse Fish (as a kind of pustulant by-product). The band thanked the following entities for the album’s intertextual references: Viktor Pelevin, Alexander Fet, Alexander Bashlachev, Dante, Alexander Pushkin, B. M. Gasparov, Viktor Shklovsky, Boris Pasternak, Fedor Dostoevsky, Wilfred Owen, the Smiths, Led Zeppelin, Paul Cezanne, David Bowie, the Gauloises Tobacco Corporation, U2, Depeche Mode, Nikita Krushchev, Max Ophüls, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Evgeny Zamyatin, Ivan Krylov, Sophia Parnok, and Riceroni. The cover star is Lyubov Orlova. LA PETITE MORD... words - Williams music - Coxe Like Gene Tierney, she’s truculent. And like the tooth fairy, she’s succulent. She’s the true image. She’s the goddess of victory. Like a rabbit on a mailbox, she’s precarious. And she glistens like a sailboat, she’s hilarious. She’s the true image. She’s the goddess of victory. There might be some places she hasn’t been, but she’s gonna fix up the Whitestone house again. She’s the true image. She’s the goddess of victory. ДЕВУШКА С ПРИВЕТОМ (GREETING GIRL) words - Platt music - Platt К тебе девушка с приветом подошла. У нее в глазах гласят колокола. Она себя в подарок принесла– вторую половину колеса. Слышь, братишка, да вот как тебе повезло– если гнаться за такой птицей не слабо. Она носит преисподнее белье и у нее во рту сплошное серебро. Ты умеешь юродствовать как и все, но о тебе никогда не напишут житие. А шапка горит у девушки в руке, и дует бурный ветер в голове. Ты заблюдился с ней в сумрачном лесу. Ни покидай эту бледную сироту. Останишься, она решит твою судьбу, разнежась, как Дельвиг на пиру. И с ней ты дойдешь до ядра земли, и скрутятся от жары твои мозги. Но на жару зашипят сочные шашлыки Ты проснешься и вернешься на такси. translation: The greeting girl came up to you, her eyes--announcing bells. She’s brought herself as a gift-- the second half of the wheel. Listen, brother, you’re damn lucky-- if it’s not too much, chasing a bird like that. She wears infernal underwear and has nothing but silver in her mouth. You can play the holy fool as much as anyone, but they’ll never write a saint’s life about you. There’s a hat burning in the girl’s hand, and a raging wind is blowing in her head. You got lost with her in a crepuscular forest. Don’t abandon the pale orphan. If you stay, she will decide your fate, languorously, like Delvig at a feast. And you’ll walk with her to the earth’s core, and your brains will curl from the heat. But juicy shish-kebabs will hiss on the heat, and you’ll cab it home when you wake up. ЕЙ, МИША (EY, MISHA) words - Platt music - Coxe We spent our days drowsily watching while you struggled with language, ladders, and lifts, standing high on your toes to peer over the cliffs, striking 13 without malice or guile. You hung suspended, a green herring fixed to the wall, a talking fish behind glass, under cream in a dish, the girls loving it, giggling and staring. You said to him, “Ey, Misha!” Would you ever say the same to me? You told us how you played at siskins with your bilboquet, shrouded in the smoke of “after the war”, in glasses and a sport coat, all miniature down to the hair on your chin. And what did you leave us? A dusty chest, a sailor’s diary of oceans vanished, a breathless cry to man the lashings, the tattered maps of an abandoned quest. You said to him, “Ey, Misha!” Would you ever say the same to me? Yours was a chiaroscuro vision, an Abyssinian goddess in a porcelain bath, like infant to mother as a meeting of spheres, one curve on the other rested while your etymologies dangled immodest. The clearest were the notes you withheld aloft in threadbare skies, arpeggiated pauses-- the sad, communal opera of mosses or ripples of light in a blue pond. You said to him, “Ey, Misha!” Would you ever say the same to me? But the sonata you played was ragged and mean. You drummed at the table, you pulled at your lip like some old Kapellmeister clutching his whip, plucking a rusty piano wire clean. If we were tired, your coattails were no roller ride. If we were cold, your overcoat was full of holes, stretched like a tent between invisible poles, trembling in the thin, planetarium night. You said to him, “Ey, Misha!” Would you ever say the same to me? MIDNIGHT PHONE CALL words - Williams music - Williams All the sand castles that I kicked over in your face, they don’t mean nothing to me now. All the fandangoes that our trip was never meant to trace, you made it up to me somehow. Midnight phone call renewed my faith in life. Midnight phone call gave me a new lease on dream. Midnight phone call. Thanks to tragedy and strife. Midnight phone call. Oh, well, I think I’m gonna scream, “Cuidado.” All the vile slanders that we spat down each other’s throats, it don’t mean nothing to me now. All the grand canyons that we sat and dreamed, those sunlit roads, you made it up to me somehow. Midnight phone call renewed my faith in life. Midnight phone call gave me a new lease on dream. Midnight phone call. Thanks to tragedy and strife. Midnight phone call. Oh, well, I think I’m gonna scream, “Cuidado.” “I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair. I am the shadow that walks there. Yet I have flesh both firm and cool, When dusk sails wavering down the pool. Shuddering the purple street-arc burns And after me a strange tide turns. I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair. I am the shadow that walks there.” All the love letters that I lost, lost and left behind, they don’t mean nothing to me now. All the phantasms that I crossed, finding my own mind, you made it up to me somehow. Midnight phone call renewed my faith in life. Midnight phone call gave me a new lease on dream. Midnight phone call. Thanks to tragedy and strife. Midnight phone call. Oh, well, I think I’m gonna scream, “Cuidado.” CLOSER THAN NAPALM words - Williams music - Platt A little slower, a little less room. A little louder, a little less room. Would you walk a little slower, man? There’s a danger I might get where I’m going before lights out. Might make it on time, then my friends won’t hate me. Might get there on time, they won’t hold it against me. Could you walk a little slower? Could you leave me a little less room? Could you talk a little louder, sir? There’s a danger I might remember a secret rhyme or the three things I told myself to remember today or who I’m writing to. Could you talk a little louder? Could you leave me a little less room? A little slower, a little less room. A little louder, and a little less room. Don’t mind me, I’m just here to watch, watch you glide through space on your way (I’m just biding my time.) (Tell a story, tell a lie.) to somewhere nice. What’s the rush? (Watching you dance.) There’s no rush. It’s laid back and I like to watch (In time and space.) (I don’t need any room.) as you consume, as you devour the space (Gonna thank you for your work.) (I’m in no hurry.) with words, with motion, you consume, (I must be stopped. I must be stopped.) (I have no thoughts.) (You devour the space.) till there’s nothing left. (That could be broken.) and I must be stopped, don’t let me through. (Tie your shoelace.) (By your voice.) (Consuming space.) NOT RATED (NOISE REDUCTION) words - Platt music - Platt You scaled the island’s vertical grid, but when the lattice slipped you were caught by the rain. And you were surely sorely missed, but the party still began and expanded. You arrived with that so sour look on your face, but the music enlivened you, saved us from you like sweet, modernist pears in some Eden far below God’s Eden, growing. And I held back, I was playing the snob while you and your partner played alchemist. And was it because the metal was flawed that dear old Tench took off his shirt while she kept hers? And in the morning you were sloppy still. You grabbed the waitress and upset the till. And all my wretched bile I spilled until cavemen battled in the dance hall, beats reverberated in a beer bottlekneck, and the red box of cigarettes never let us down again once the party girl came to the masquerade ball. But soon our attic party paled, so you took us down and east across to a castle in cultivated air, and soon, your body like a ghost, you held her close. One slept and shuddered while one humored us with a midnight walk, a shared secret smoke. The air was thick enough to punch, the room dark enough to make but left unmade. So we howled our anthems unrequited, climbing and sliding down the steep down the bank of our window on the too bright night, our slurred and desperate song three quarters gone. And in the morning you were sloppy still. You grabbed the waitress and upset the till. And all my wretched bile I spilled until cavemen battled in the dance hall, beats reverberated in a beer bottlekneck, and the red box of cigarettes never let us down again once the party girl came to the masquerade ball. КУЗЬКИНА МАТЬ (KUZKA’S MOTHER) words - Platt music - Platt Kuzka was the girl of my dreams. Kuzka, like a wind through a door. Kuzka lay there naked, with a crowded laugh and a molten core. Kuzka said she’d follow me to the end of the black brick road. Kuzka hummed her melodies to the beat of a disordered moral code. Kuzka said she’d show me. Kuzka showed me, that she did. Kuzka’s mother was a fantasy, a threat bound within a dare. While Kuzka lay there naked, I stood like a statue, through white eyes I stared. Kuzka’s mother spent the winter with the crabs down by the sea (где раки зимуют). But Kuzka couldn’t stop her mother from taking a spade and burying me. Kuzka said she’d show me. Kuzka showed me, that she did. MADAME DE... words - Williams music - Williams Lady of the forest, I’d like to ask your forgiveness. I might have learned something from you. I might have learned something, but I was busy being sixteen. Staring at the snow, smoking just like Belmondo, timidly despising your worldview. Leaving the fridge door open for the pot roast to rot in the sun was a bad move, but I hadn’t a clue. I was so excited, I was finally making friends, and it was just the end of being sixteen. Staring at the snow, smoking just like Belmondo, timidly despising your worldview. You took me to the old chateau where your kids could wander ‘bout the pond. But me you locked away upstairs to learn the quiet terror of boredom. I could have learned so much about charity and grace, but I was busy being sixteen. Staring at the snow, smoking just like Belmondo, timidly despising your worldview. Through the years the fog of hate has dissipated, the ironies of fate have made me sad for you. I was afraid of you, I guess, and now I’m not, but it’s too late. Pretty grim, being sixteen. Staring at the snow, smoking just like Belmondo, timidly despising your worldview. THE KNIGHT OF PENTACLES words - Williams music - Williams I met a stranger in an antique land. He said, “Beware the green man. Some of the things that cloud your vision are drugs.” I told that stranger my penguin joke, the innocent one that my mother told me. He told me one quite crass and vulgar. And I felt my own mouth a rotten cellar as I tried without success to retell it, but the name-dropping drew me on, and I’m vile. I neither like nor understand jokes, and it’s not only my natural lack of ability. I’d rather hear about the Egyptian tarot and wear a quaaludesque mask of tranquility. (Quaalude qua lewd.) I met a stranger in a savage land just waiting to be conquered by Japan. He said, “I know sometimes we act that way like you read in your demon-devil book, but it’s not a big help to perpetuate that unreflective state.” I neither like nor understand jokes, and it’s not only my natural lack of ability. I’d rather hear about the Egyptian tarot and wear a quaaludesque mask of tranquility. (Quaalude qua lewd.) I neither like nor understand jokes, and it’s not only my natural lack of ability. I’d rather hear about the Egyptian tarot and wear the credulous mask of civility. (Quaalude qua lewd.) МОСКВИЧКА (MOSCOW WOMAN) words - NMTP music - Platt/Coxe Ты москвичка моя, ну а я прыжок в тишину бела дня. Ты скворешник, в котором живет сверчок. Тот сверчок, это я. Ты мне пишешь стихи, я в ответ творю обезьяну в очках. По ночам я пьянею, с тобой говорю, вижу призрак лисицы в зрачках. Корова, бык, баба, мужик. Спасибо товарищу Сталину за ковору и за быка. Из кухарки сделали барыню, да и мальчика из сверчка. Ты москвичка моя, я твоя Парнок, ты найди в этом шик. Сан Франциско твой рисовый городок. Я и баба твоя и мужик. Корова, бык, баба, мужик. translation: You’re my Moscow woman, well, and I’m a leap into the silence of the bright white day. You’re a bird house where a cricket lives. And I am that cricket. You write me poems, well I compose the monkey in spectacles. I get drunk in the nighttime and talk with you, I see the ghost of the fox in your pupils. Cow, bull, woman, man. Thank you to comrade Stalin for the cow and the bull. They’ve made a lady out of a scullery maid and a boy from a cricket. You’re my Moscow woman, and I’m your Parnok. You go and find that chic. San Francisco’s your rice town. I’m both your woman and your man. Cow, bull, woman, man. СЕСТРИЦА (SISTER) words - Levchin music - Levchin О как светит мне луна, да не одна, то сестра моя родна воротилась до меня, нагуялася сполна. А я в сторонку отойди, да по полю да поди, да сестрицу не буди, да сестрицу не губи. Мне ты ворог на пути, ты мне помощь помоги, пока дочка погоди зиму с летом не ходи, да по лесом не води. То весна, моя весна, то сестрица мне родна то сестра моя родна, мочи нет уж без она, ой, красавица красна. translation: O, how the moon shines, and not alone, that’s my dear sister, she’s come back, she’s had her fill of wandering. When I go off away and into the fields, don’t wake my sister, don’t ruin my sister. You, devil on my path, help me please, wait, there, daughter dear, don’t be walking winter or summer, stay clear of the forest. That’s my spring, my dear sister, sister dear, I’ve got no strength without her, the girl is beautiful. THE BASTARD SON OF MADAME DE... words - Platt music - Coxe/Williams I stumbled, I pushed you, I asked you so nice. And you were laughing and lying-- you knew so very well. You fell asleep. You buried your head in its denim bed. You leaned so terribly far over the bar. You said: Oh? Really? Oh? Ah... You spilled your drink and smiled and asked that boy to dance. You helped me, limping our sordid way home. You fell asleep. You buried your head in its denim bed. You leaned so terribly far over the bar. You said: Oh? Really? Oh? Ah... THE KNIGHT OF PENTACLES (MYSPACE MIX) words - Williams music - Williams I met a stranger in an antique land. He said, “Beware the green man. Some of the things that cloud your vision are drugs.” I told that stranger my penguin joke, the innocent one that my mother told me. He told me one quite crass and vulgar. And I felt my own mouth a rotten cellar as I tried without success to retell it, but the name-dropping drew me on, and I’m vile. I neither like nor understand jokes, and it’s not only my natural lack of ability. I’d rather hear about the Egyptian tarot and wear a quaaludesque mask of tranquility. I met a stranger in a savage land just waiting to be conquered by Japan. He said, “I know sometimes we act that way like you read in your demon-devil book, but it’s not a big help to perpetuate that unreflective state.” I neither like nor understand jokes, and it’s not only my natural lack of ability. I’d rather hear about the Egyptian tarot and wear the quaaludesque mask of tranquility. I neither like nor understand jokes, and it’s not only my natural lack of ability. I’d rather hear about the Egyptian tarot and wear a credulous mask of civility.

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15. Episode 2: Giving Up the Green for the Green

Episode 2: Giving Up the Green for the Green

This week on episode 2, Black Lav is joined by his best friend Dill and they chop is up about stoner flicks, career moves, giving up weed for career and financial growth, high thoughts, and more! SEGMENTS: Roll up: Black Lav introduces Dill to the show and take a trip down memory lane. Spark up/Ice Breaker: “1 gotta go” Stoner Film/Show editions Cannabis Convo: Careers and Giving up cannabis for drug testing jobs. Music Munchies: Black Lav and Dill what they’ve been listening recently. High Thought: An un asked question regarding time and its conception. Plug of the Week: Hope Wiseman

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17. Count up the green

Count up the green

Go Buy My MixTape Support me

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18. Album (Wake Of The Green Temple) Preview

Album (Wake Of The Green Temple) Preview

titres: OCARINA OF TEMPLE CHANGE THIS FUTURE AWAKEN KEDALAMAN SUARA DAY OF THE DARKNESS GREEN FACE FLY AWAY

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19. Pick Up The Green Onions

  • Published: 2015-09-26T15:41:45Z
  • By RichB93
Pick Up The Green Onions

Silly 3am shenanigans.

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20. pick up the green sun

pick up the green sun

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