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“Pick any totem, make it your own. Ramsey Lewis. Build your lexicon, brother. Nine touch nine.”
To reach. To reach the crowning block.
To reach for the crowning block of a temple, the man-made mountain top.
Viewing is a new wave action. Pick up the control; press caption.
“Whistling in distance” is the caption. It evokes a tepid reaction.
Struck dumb by real life, so we submit to reality shows.
They tuck em in saying “goodnight, tell me something only Kim would know”
Struck dumb in a real sense, no penchant for self-defense.
They tuck em in saying “good night”, alibi airtight.
Mole hills in the real life stand in for reality goals.
They’re flipping homes like hurricanes, setting that cash aflame.
Scared to death of the real life, so we submit to reality shows.
They tuck em in saying “goodnight, tell me something only Kim would know”
Got a peek at the good life, felt weird some immeasurable way.
One glimpse and we all went bust, live feed’s absolute must.
Obsessed with the good life, sipping lean in a balcony suite.
The simplest garments with exorbitant prices, a fuck boy fantasy.
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Don't Stop The Rattle
03:04
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Hear that rattle? Alert the Wards.
Another basement’s getting flooded with a rowdy and exuberant young bunch.
They got a new style, and their tender ears are getting bent.
Stop the rattle, you stop the event.
There’s no sense in bringing law enforcement to this.
The kids are merely living in this steam.
They got a new style forged in cultural discontent.
Stop the rattle, you stop the event.
Sure is getting crowded, fixed capacity.
That‘s what I call a party, yeah, welcome to the team.
You know, we’ve got a code. Here’s the code.
Sweet D Eddie, spinning samples into gravy.
The speaker’s blown, surely no one is complaining.
A little obscure, sure, but I knew what he meant.
If you stop the rattle, you stop the event.
Use a stick to poke what’s left of the creation.
Crack the lid up on some fresh imagination.
A five-spot in the bucket, is an evening well-spent
Stop the rattle, you stop the event
Here’s the code: 8361*
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Probably No One
03:53
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Face of an incompetent jerk, the brazen novice goes to work in the great demarcation.
Living in the great demarcation.
How much can one position hurt?
You’re slouching, tucking in your shirt in the great demarcation.
You could leave a note at your desk listing every point you could stress.
But who’d read it? Probably no one.
You could wave every right to be had.
You could pray to the god of your dad.
Who’d believe it? Probably no one.
Mondays come down every week, caffeine to keep me at the peak in the great demarcation.
Tuesdays spent signaling defeat, the caffeine brainstem starting to leak in the great demarcation.
A list of grievances, a kind of whistling, mosquito feeding near my ear.
What good is patience?
Comrades aplenty that won’t defend me.
No, not this year, and not the next one.
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The Galvanizer
02:56
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The Galvanizer’s stepping out.
Got his own mirror in the fun house.
A quick review of assets, and he’s on his way…
Check. Make visual contact. Assert power, check.
A Market Man conducts himself casually above both sides of lawfulness.
And I’m a smiling pastel jock, trimmed and brimming with a synonym of confidence.
I’m the Galvanizer, please don’t.
“Austere! Austere!” is not the cheer, while out cavorting with associates.
The dotdotdotdot spends quickly, yielding platinum leases in mispronounced locations.
If the reservation’s wrong, I’ll shut it down and make you all wait.
Then I might disrespect your evening with an unsurprising focus on emasculation.
The Galvanizer is stepping out, yeah.
I set it quick, and I get it quick. Zih zih.
Check. Make visual contact. Assert power, check.
Accountant flipped her wig at all the extralegal games that I been playing.
Attendants clean my messes quietly as long as I continue paying.
The Galvanizer is stepping out, yeah.
I set it quick, and I get it quick. Zih zih.
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Big Pop Plays Standards
02:37
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Poppa don’t mind that he’s losing time ‘cause everyone is there even when they’re gone.
Pulling all-nighters, disassociating’s perfectly alright in theory.
Resolute as his tenure winds around a singular point that a human designed
It’s understandable when melodies hit.
Just add it to the Real Book; we’ll keep it, shug.
Meanwhile, I wanna live as the arrogant foil to chance chemical bonds from an erotic conception.
I like to improvise, waving left and right, building repertoire with practice.
Panic sets in as the hours wind around a singular point that some human designed.
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How can I get myself between the pillows of love in a volume of space when the mass isn’t up?
I’ve got to get to the happenings to get with what’s happening.
The force of attraction, relative to distance.
I’m in a state, want some comfort to claim,
Looking for warmth in a vacuum.
Time is a lark, and my energy is waning
Looking for warmth in a vacuum.
What’s in a screen name? What’s on the screen?
Something to occupy most human beings.
Want to reach out and touch everybody.
Low hanging memes, feline vids, and karate.
Who feels empty now, is it you again?
Draw a real deep breath, hold it, count to ten.
Time is L' arc and your energy is waning
Looking for warmth in a vacuum.
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7. |
Let Beauty Be
03:24
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Define beauty beyond what you see.
Some don’t garner favor with ease.
We find a heap of opinion as we develop our own.
But it’s all mysterious and mostly un-shown.
Take that for instance. I’m saying.
Hands free, nothing you need.
Hear, child, let beauty be.
Spoil not if you disagree.
Hear, child, let beauty be.
Let the beauty be.
That is totally fine.
It’s not always pretty, and not always unique.
Slightly faulty is San Andreas to me.
We’re posted right on the line of
Definitions of what we’re supposed to be.
Pff. Take a look at that. Alright.
Hands free, nothing you need.
Hear, child, let beauty be.
Spoil not if you disagree.
Hear, child, let beauty be.
Slightly faulty is, San Andreas to me
We’re posted right on the line.
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8. |
Iteration du Jour
02:12
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You feign obligation toward invites and such,
Act like your schedule is all filled up.
But you wasted the morning. You wasted the evening.
You wasted the morning, and you wasted the evening.
Get another round, a new iteration.
The top spins around, a new iteration.
You waste the next morning, you waste the next evening.
Yes, the pattern grows appealing.
Here’s another round, a new iteration.
The top spins around, a new iteration.
Hobnobbers innovate their way into social delight.
Leave the house, well you just might
Get another round, a new iteration.
The top spins around, a new iteration.
You wait for a warning that warrants heeding.
Got deliveries direct, now you're never leaving.
You send out for grocery.
Send out for cleaning.
Check online for products.
Check online for meaning.
Finding little, just enough to keep returning.
There’s very little, just enough to keep returning.
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9. |
Efficiency Now
02:50
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Efficiency now in a temperate room,
White walls and activities for us to pursue.
Efficiency now, you are scratching your mark into chipboard antiques that were flawed from the start.
The best you can hope for is a comfortable seat.
But you’re still on a quest for that optimal seat and some efficiency now.
Efficiency now, put the problems to bed.
Solutions are ready-made, at least that’s what we’re fed.
Efficiency now, the edifice gleams.
But the soul is deficient; do you know what I mean?
Ah, the best you can hope for is a comfortable seat.
But you’re still on a quest for that optimal seat, and some efficiency now.
Ah look, you have a creative manner about you, well…
Effective at work, effective at play,
Satisfactory marks to close out your day.
Efficiency now, you are still in the race, no time for reflection, no time for embrace.
Ah, the best you can hope for is a comfortable seat.
But you’re still on a quest for that optimal seat, and some efficiency now
Ah look, you have a creative manner about you
But creating issues, well, that’s not very efficient.
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10. |
Give Me Voltage
03:39
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I lost my charge at the battle of tedium
While texting blanks into the crypto-abyss.
Spent the last few missing all the pocket games.
Education don’t prepare you for this.
There was a fleeting thought, and then it vanished.
Without a power source, how will I manage?
Lift the curse of power shortage. Just give me voltage.
To get out this headspace, crucially.
Impatient to resume.
Another lightweight summoning some fortitude.
I’m checking outlets for arcing and sparking.
Got a fork in the wall and some rubber gloves.
Got to charge before disembarking.
I had a message, typed, and then it vanished.
Without a power source, how will I manage?
Keeping digital reams of lists, incompleted.
And that’s not the worst of it, won’t even eat at a less than 3 star.
Permanently consulting a device, a division of effort between man and nearly anyone else amounting to keeping digital reams of lists, incompleted.
I lost my charge at the battle of tedium
While texting blanks into the crypto-abyss.
Spent the last few missing all the pocket games.
And yes I’m lightly irritated by this
I had a message, typed, and then it vanished
Without a power source, how will I manage?
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11. |
The Goes Our Guru
04:04
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Who will enlighten with a glimpse of what's to come or a metaphor in living's ways?
Here is your guru, kid.
He phoned from where he is and is asking/angling for your hard-earned pay.
Wanted to be a person of interest, craved freedom from logins,
Missed the point in words of inspiration.
On the valley’s edge, staring into majesty.
Morning meditation, afternoon lectures.
Everything in focus pinpointed nothing.
And there goes our guru.
I was lacing up my robe when I saw a linen blur streak across the green.
We got an inadvertent mantra. No beanbags in a circle.
No greenery in the rumpus room.
We had our share of substances adjacent to youth.
And now that all of that's done
I feel like a person of interest,
Found freedom from logins, found the point in words of inspiration
On the valley’s edge, staring into majesty.
Quite a vision.
There goes your guru, kid.
Shhh, statement time.
Shared a good cry with contemporaries, and that is totally fine.
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12. |
Southern Living
01:40
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A kind of whistling in the distance.
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Record label located in NYC. Specializing in music for adults.
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