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Saul Williams - Fearless

Tekst :

I don t know whether to laugh or cry
and I don t know whether to live or die
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
it cuts like a knife
she s out of my life
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, there s no love in there
I move on, move on

dear God, I wasn t breast fed
and most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music
I m no musician but the pain has been instrumental
my sense finally tune the instruments of - of - of
of being lonely, of being lost, of being loved, of being human
man I could use a metaphor but I can t get beyond this shit
I could use someone to talk to
but most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music

I am a poet who composes what the world proses
and proses what the world composes

I am a poet who composes what the world proses
and proses what the world composes

damned indescion and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
and I don t know what to do
to get it through to you
get out of my life tonight
get out of my life
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, cause no lovin fair
I move on, move on

she had nothing but time on her hands
silver rings, turquoise stones and purple nails
I rub my thumb across her palm
a featherbed where slept a psalm
yay though I walked, I used to fly, and now we dance
I watch my toenails blacken and walk a deadened trance
til she woke me with the knife edge of her glance
I have the scars to prove the clock strikes with her hands

and I don t know what to do
to get it through to you
and I don t know what to do
to get it through
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, cause no lovin fair
I move on, move on, I move on

Saul Williams - List of demands

Tekst :

I want my money back.
I m down here drowning in your fat.
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack.
I ain t afraid of you.
I m just a victim of your fears.
You cower in your tower praying that I ll disappear,
I got another plan, one that requires me to stand.
On the stage or in the street, don t need no microphone or beat.
And when you hear this song, if you ain t dead then sing along.
Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room.
I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom.
I didn t think that it would be a song that you would hear,
but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear.
I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part.
Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart.
I ve taped you to my heart dear girl, I ve taped you to my
heart and if you pull away from me you ll tear my life apart..

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

Ecstacy, suffering, Echinacea, bufferin.
We aim to remember what we choose to forget.
God s just a baby and her diaper is wet.
Call the police!
I m strapped to the teeth and liable to disregard your every belief.
Call on the law!
I m fixin to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl.
Call em up now!
cause it s about to go pow!
I m standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs.
Call up a truce!
cause I m about to bust loose.
Protect ya neck, cause, son, I m breaking out of my noose.

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

Saul Williams - Lalala

Tekst :

Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon
of shaolin before you pluck the strings
of my violin, my life is orchestrated, like
london symphony, concentrated. Niggas waited
and waited. i m birthday wistles, belated.
blow out the candles, i wait in the
darkness, like a vandal. the silloutte
of set in this mirror on the mantle.
fire place is in the heart. water
places the art round the island of
desiring wheremost primitives stalk
sacrificing their daughters, but these
primordial waters carry a feminine
agenda that no man ever taught us.
true they captured and caught us,
transported, sold us, and bought us. they
constituted and lawed us, distorted truths
that they taught us. we rebelled, then
fought us. we conformed, then
they formed us. Now these niggas rhyming
bout material possessions. My adidas are
three years old, like my daughter, niggas
rhyme bout alize and need to rhyme about
water. but out of chaos comes order
out of chaos comes order out of chaos comes
order....Fake niggas run for the border
LA LA LA LA LA LALA LA LALA LA LA
LA LA LA LA
in a past life i was a woodcarver s knife
the sharpened blade of a woodcutter
the eldest son of the chief s brother:
maker of drums. we scraped the
inside of goat hides to seek the hollows
where sound resides, offering the parts
we did not use to invoke the muse.
music of the ghettos, the cosmos,
the negroes, the necros: overcomers
of death, disciples of breath. dissection
of drumbeats like Osirus by Seth.
breakbeats into fourteen pieces.
dissembled chaos, organized noise.
a patchwork of heartbeats to ressurect
true b-boys. be men let s mend
the broken heart of Isis. age of
aquarius. mother nature is furious
while you rhyme about being hardcore be
heartcore. what is it that we do art for?
metaphor. metasin. it s an age of
healing. why not rhyme about what you re
feeling? or not be felt. deal w/ the cards
you re dealt. calling tarot readers and
sparrow feeders to cancel the
apocalypse....metaphorically speaking
(meta: greek for beyond)

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