(Norris Wilson/George Richey)

Imagine a world where no music was playing
And think of a church with nobody praying
Have you ever looked up at a sky with no blue?
Then you’ve seen a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you’ve seen a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you’ve seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture heaven with no angels singing
Or a quite Sunday morning with no church bells ringing
If you’ve watched as the heart of a child breaks in two
Then you’ve seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture heaven with no angels singing
Or a quite Sunday morning with no church bells ringing
If you’ve watched as the heart of a child breaks in two
Then you’ve seen no picture of me without you
Then you’ve seen no picture of me without you

What good is a photograph of you?
Every time I look at it
It makes me feel blue

What use is a souvenir of something
We once had
When all it ever does is
Make me feel bad

I wish I could tear it up
But then again I haven’t the guts
I wish I could throw it on the fire
I wish I could
But to say I would
I’d be a liar

What good is a color print of a little baby doll?
When just one little glance is enough to make me feel dull

I wish I would misplace it
But then I take such good care of it
I wish it would disappear
I say I wish
But then I relish it being here

What good is a photograph of you?
Every time I look at it
It makes me feel blue

Tu amor me ha robado la calma
se ha metido despacio y sin miedo muy dentro de mi ser
tu amor se ha aferrado a mi alma
me ha quitado hasta el sue?o y aunque ha sido
muy bello, te tendr? que dejar

Despu?s de beberme tu aliento
que dif?cil se me hace tener que dejarte y no poder
me duele muy adentro del pecho
la tristeza me abraza y de veras me mata
no volverte a ver

Y a pesar de todos, te amo y a pesar de todos, me amas
y aunque yo est? lejos, cuidar? de cerca tus pasos
Y a pesar de todos, te amo y a pesar de todos, me amas
luchar? a distancia para que lo nuestro no muera

Porque un amor como el nuestro a los ojos del mundo
no es nada aceptable s?lo es un error
porque no podemos amarnos si los dos nos deseamos
y tener que dejarnos, nos destroza a los dos.

Yo s? que t? sufres lo mismo, que te duele dejarme,
no verme y callarte este gran amor
dejarnos, no queremos dejarnos
pero ellos no entienden, porque amores como este
no se dan a mont?n.

Y a pesar de todos, te amo y a pesar de todos, me amas
y aunque yo est? lejos, cuidar? de cerca tus pasos
Y a pesar de todos, te amo y a pesar de todos, me amas
luchar? a distancia para que lo nuestro no muera.

Y a pesar de todos, Te amo

A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams

And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea

On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me

I’m sailing on this terrible ocean
I’ve come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like ???’s childern
And there’s only one way to be free

He’s shy and he speaks quietly
He’s gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me

Even if it’s easy to be free
What’s your definition of freedom?
And who the fuck are you, anyway?
Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck am I to say?
What the fuck is really going on?
How did the cat get so fat?
Why does the family die?
Do you care why?
’cause there hasn’t been a sign
Of anything gettin’ better in the ghetto
People’s fed up
But when they get up
You point your fuckin’ finger
You racist, you bigot
But that’s not the problem
Now is it?
It’s all about the money
Political power is takin
Protecting the rich denying the poor
Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House
And I wonder how can they sleep at night?
How can they sleep at night?
How did the cat get so fat? (x4)

At some turning point in history, some fuckface recognized that knowledge tends to democratize cultures and societies so the only thing to do was monopolize and confine it to priests, clerics and elites (the rest resigned to serve), cuz if the rabble heard the truth they’d organize against the power, privilege and wealth hoarded by the few- for no one else. And did it occur to you that it’s almost exactly the same today? And so if our schools won’t teach us, we’ll have to teach ourselves to analyze and understand the systems of thought-control. And share it with each other, never sayed by brass rings or the threat of penalty. I’ll promise you- you promise me- not to sell each other out to murderers, to thieves… who’ve manufactured our delusion that you and me participate meaningfully in the process of running our own lives. Yeah, you can vote however the fuck you want, but power still calls all the shots. And believe it or not, even if (real) democracy broke loose, power could/would just “make the economy scream” until we vote responsibly.

“Friends.. Romans countrymen.. lend me a dollar! Ahh ha!” > Damon Wayans
“How much? A dollar.”
“One dollar..” > Dan Akroyd
“I got your money.. I got your poor measly..” > Eddie Murphy
“One dollar..” > Dan Akroyd
“Can I borrow a dollar?” > BizMarkie
“Nigga you ain’t shit.. you wasn’t shit when you was here!
I seen you do that shit all that’s the same shit
you was doin round the poolroom nigga
It ain’t nuthin — let me have a dollar”
“Can I have a dolla? One dolla”
“One dollar..” -> Dan Akroyd
“How much? — A dollar.”
“One dollar..” -> Dan Akroyd
“One beer? Man you gotta give me a dollar for a beer”

[Twilite Tone]
Check this out
One time, steps a man
Common Sense and the Unamerican Caravan
The true b-boys, dem dere and we in here
Yeah, ya know, from the Southside of Chicago
and we don’t front
Who me? I am Twilite Tone
Babylon dread, Bumstead, and we come like DIS

[Common]
This the start of somethin big
Methink I knows ya gonna dig it
It’s time to plant the seed
Hip-Hop’s the tree and I’ma fig it
Figure it out, the mic, I’m rippin it like a ligament
Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit’ll get lit just like a cigarette
I’m a b-boy so don’t test me, many rappers don’t impress me
You try steppin into my city I’ll, Snipe em like Wesley
So you best be on your way, I’m doper than Marion Berry, hey
Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes but I’m not Mary Kay
Some say I’m dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest
My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey kid, CATCH
These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget ugget uggets
with some peas and a hole in the bucket (cool, cool)
Dear Liza, Minelli, I jam like jelly and I got
helly what, helly what, HELLY RHYMES
I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks
Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks
Now what do niggaz do when they got not food
Skibbidy skap and busta bust a rap
So I pick up the pen and then begin the thoughts to get to pumpin
Hopin like all the people let me talk, let me say somethin
Cause nothin for nothin leaves nothin, I got nuthin to lose
I put, nuttin in my notes, I’m not your host when I got nuttin to use
Dues gettin credited, now I debit my bank account
Not on a blind date, could I see me taken out
by some glutteus, glutteus, maximus, maximus
I’m spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis
Spectacular, the papes I Count like Dracula
You can’t cut the rug, because you suck, MC Vacumn Up
Rappers I skip on like Walter Payton
Their ain’t no way or half-step, and flex a rhyme like a bicep
Some steps with concepts, but umm, WHO cares
Not even the damn People Under the Stairs

[Twilite Tone]
Interruption, interruption
True b-boys runnin shit
Unamerican Caravan, beatin you down
Den dere’s de man who don’t stop
Yo Com, come back with some Sense, UHH

[Common]
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (what?)
A-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (yeah!)
I’m comin around the mountain high as lower than a valley
I’m the cat, from the alley, from the back, I’ma rally
and tally up points, rollin joints, risin to the tops
Somewhat of a playwright, cause like a stage I got props
My crew’s a strange brew, a drink a day’ll keep the stink away
We been through AA, but hey, what can I say?
Say say say, what you want, but you’ll pay the con-se-quences
Cause Mister Common Sense is (yeah)
not gonna take it, so leave you better believe it
Even if your name ain’t Ripley, cause Ripley don’t know diddley
Hit me one time, two times, for the U-AYYY-C
Heyyyyyy, but anyway
I hit a skid, and I peel out like MC Eiht, damn I kill it
Earn my money the old fashioned way – I steal it
Stop thief in the temple, I hit

Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Columbian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco, and the East,
Fly by morning light

We’re on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We’ll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best

Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon
We burn the midnight oil
The fragrance of Afghanistan
Rewards a long day’s toil
Pulling into Katmandu
Smoke rings fill the air
Perfumed by a Nepal night
The Express gets you there

(G. Sutton, L. Kingston)


We’re just a pair of old sneakers
Stringin’ each other along
Sometimes I feel just like a heel
‘Cause I know in my soul, that it’s wrong

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
Kickin’ each other around
Eight times a week, we play ‘hide an’ cheat’
‘Til we’ve run that game in the ground

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
We know that cheatin’ is wrong
We’re just a pair of old sneakers
And we’ve been in the closet too long

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
Worn out an’ comin’ unglued
Both wearin’ rings, feelin’ ashamed
Tryin’ to run from the truth

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
And nothin’ can tear us apart
Living the lie and Lord knows we’ve tried
To stop walking on each other’s heart

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
We know that cheatin’ is wrong
We’re just a pair of old sneakers
And we’ve been in the closet too long

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
And we’ve been in the closet too long

G. Sutton, L. Kingston)

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
Stringin’ each other along
Sometimes I feel just like a heel
‘Cause I know in my soul, that it’s wrong

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
Kickin’ each other around
Eight times a week, we play ‘hide an’ cheat’
‘Til we’ve run that game in the ground

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
We know that cheatin’ is wrong
We’re just a pair of old sneakers
And we’ve been in the closet too long

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
Worn out an’ comin’ unglued
Both wearin’ rings, feelin’ ashamed
Tryin’ to run from the truth

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
And nothin’ can tear us apart
Living the lie and Lord knows we’ve tried
To stop walking on each other’s heart

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
We know that cheatin’ is wrong
We’re just a pair of old sneakers
And we’ve been in the closet too long

We’re just a pair of old sneakers
And we’ve been in the closet too long