To Rev
... And three hundred years from now, will not we be with the ones once called Apachee?
In the beginning there were the seeds of many fruits. Human scientists didn’t invent seeds. They only try, individually, to deal with seeds, nationally, the best they can try to sometimes, and to replant the potential of the body of this earth in the minds, and through the gardens of our landscapes. The bible begins by talking about the seeds of the fruits. And it immediately frames this in the context of the statutes, because the arrangement of the statutes of this Republic, and of international laws that had been liberated, as well as had been tortured, been terrorized, and had been held to an ongoing captivity, through them, it is essential to understand, by means of a source beyond individuals continually born to this beyond colonization. This that called the devil. No! You’ll see no devil here, my brother, Reverend, just the glow of a mighty blaze to kindle here. I kindle.”
“Ok, hold on now. Hold on!”
“Reverend, I’m the kid with Mrs. Johnson.”
“I’m Mrs. Johnson.”
“Oh, but a woman named Mrs. Johnson used to babysit me. I was there with her. And no one had a better seat for that speech than us, Reverend, Mrs. Johnson didn’t even flinch. The speech was so good, for one second, I look over to see the reaction of my Mrs. Johnson, and, or my other Mrs. Johnson, if you will.”
“My mother?”
“Wait a second! Wait a second! You were the little boy with Mrs. Johnson? And you’re calling your mother, huh?” (Rev puts his head in his hand again. I continue)
“Rev, and I still remember the reaction of your mother, which was no reaction, because I’d looked over to see her reaction before it had happened…”
“What happened?”
“The guy gave the best speech we ever heard. I think that’s what the Reverend wanted to note the speech for. And everyone was into it. We all felt bad for the this little lamb. Which it was a miniature horse, but he’d kept telling us to think of it as a lamb.”
“Wait a second. Wait a second!”
“Reverend, for one second, I looked over at your mother; you know; to know, myself, to know how to react to it. But I remember it like yesterday, Reverend. I look over… I look over. And in the same moment of my astonishment at the reactionless attention of Mrs. Johnson, your mother, who you were the thought of her mind, be you, having been in Georgia, with her family.”
“Wait a second.”
“Get back to the speech?”
"Oh…"
“Me and Mrs. Johnson are right in front of it. I look at her for one second. During that second, and for at least a second after it, she had no reaction.”
“From what!?”
“Wait a second! Wait a second!”
“The blood! I look over for one second. I hear the sound of a sword unsheathing, and see blood go all over your mother’s white church clothes. Instantaneously. And still! She had no reaction. She just looked at me, and then right back at the old man, who was now tangled in people who jumped in to defend her blouse. And then it almost got calm for a second. And then…”
“Wait a second!”
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Rock the street.
Toc...
Talk, Ticky, toll...
Fire to the sticky.
Play the game with me.
Roll...
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Right to the street.
The way to go.
Fight to be peaceful.
Radio.
Bright shining wheels on the highway ride.
Stepped on the real after stride.
After stride.
And they play the radio all night after night.
And they get right.
And they get to see to the sight.
Oh, but the world don't have to learn how to fight.
And we could play the radion, on, night after night.
Can't we get right
(GUITAR SOLO)
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Romulus Says: Don't stereotype all autocrators.
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Now beg my pardon, neighbors.
Alife, the garden, favors.
Fight for the peace...
Gather every burrow.
Let us rock all the streets...
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Tanks and trucks.
The wars and big bucks.
I'd be more subtle, but the street m**********.
Tanks and trucks.
The banks and big bucks.
The answer is build gardens.
And the right way and stuff.
Hydro-electric,
In ways all throughout.
I speak the truth and let it rap through all out.
Can't just be morons.
Been done, that, for ages.
It's time for more, ya'll.
And I've mind for the sages.
Tanks and Trucks.
Don't make me continue.
I'll change your mind, soul.
I see that within you...
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First of all.
Romulus is a virgin.
The first.
The last.
And no other version.
:)
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What!? Check my country:
There is always light in California.
Standing where the pretty day goes by.
There is always light in California.
A listen to my lonely lullaby.
Well maybe that's why the day goes into morning.
Morning 'till the next one comes along.
Maybe that's why the day goes into morning.
Ta head out west ta bring that country song.
To California...
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Mirror after mirror that i look in ta see.
It just keeps getting clearer.
I'm the best ever be.
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You're the fool, eyes...
Left in the darkness.
Low cloudy skies.
You're the fool, eyes...
Cool mind see right through. Yeah.
When the tear cries.
And stands up for you ooh-ooh.
Well, you're the fool, eyes...
Sweet tears fall right through.
Sweet tears follow you ooh - ooh...
These years, like I do...
These tears are for you ooh - ooh.
ooh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh-woah.
Oh, only for you ooh-ooh...
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This is off the top of my head. And I'm messing around a bit. But I have one like this I was going to send. But it's yours for nothing. Part of my application process:
They call me fifty.
Five times ten.
Ya ask me nine ways and I'll tell ya again.
Ya multiply the five, ya'll.
By ten every time.
Ya get ta fifty and ya level the mind.
Rhyme!
Ta fa fa fifty in time.
Ya back it up a bit.
Ya sit it out, or ya dance.
Ya leave hanging or you're clappin' your hands.
The rap, the real understands.
I said I'm fifty so get clapping your hands.
P.S. - I got a way better version of this. Help me out.
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Lonely days.
The dark will fah all.
Rain will leak.
And none will cah all.
And they run away.
Can you sing? Play...
All I want to say is please stay.
Help me find my lover.
Teach me how to dance.
With the rain gone.
Baby, gentle, now here's your chance.
Dance! Let's dance. Let's dance!
Honey, put chore body my hands.
Teach me how da dance.
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