I’m gonna play my vinyl in the urinal, and that’s final Life is bad when you're sad Ain't you glad they took you out of school, coz you were cool Chicks don’t understand your waveband, don’t know the beat, take a seat Let me explain, give it plain, feel the pain, I’m on a higher plane Take a shot, I’m hot, fire around my soul, like coal burning in the night, dynamite Touch the aura, stars at night delight in my plume They give me room to shine, divine Radio waves take me further down DJ thinks it’s cool to swear, records on air, doesn’t understand, I’m on a higher plane Can’t explain to lower creed, we give them seeds to grow, and still, they sow Watch them bow and scrape, no escape, see them run Radioactive fallout kills the pain, don’t eat the fruit without the silver suit Read the signs, stars are on the wane, I’m on a higher plane Black women wear white to shine the skin, purify the race, educate the masses to a greater state White man loves black, he sees the dark touching deep, can’t sleep without the thought, black women enslaved to bleed, chained and made to sleep White women wear black to get back, we’re all insane, you know where I am Now we’re on the moon, and very soon to change the smile to gloom Looking down I saw Iran Pressed a button during sandwich break, changed the map forever Rediscovered China on a trip to Mars, now there’s just a wall Made the six o’clock around the globe Jupiter seemed a distant star, and we all went to sleep Tomorrow was another day to play.
A "Howl"-ish, Rap-ish, rhythmic rant of relevance...sanity eludes us...radio buttons, red buttons, "Ground Control to Major Tom"...war-rooms, mushrooms...up beat, down beat, dead beat...Finger-snaps & cigarette smoke to you my brilliant friend!
WOWZA! You've taken the beatnik riffs to a whole new level of relativity! Your rhymes & barely-connected free association felt like I was being drawn forward along a path of stones, narrow & wobbly, about to fall into the water as I try to keep up with the snappy pace of your fanciful journey. To me, this has the deliberate crafting I want to see in a piece that is apparently haphazard . . . a lesson to all the fledgling young riffers who are abundant on this website lately! *smile* (((HUGS)))
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
You're so right, Margie. It was a haphazard night.
This feels beatnik and topsy turvy radio all at the same time...im spinning and clicking my heels screaming I wanna go home and I can't get no satisfaction all in the same breath!
i feel all of this Paul ..frustration, anger, loss of hope, disappointment .. whew ..even the safe haven of the bathroom urinal has a certain scent that is discomfiting .. good vinyl or no .. the thing i really like about this poem is the spectrum it takes me to ..technology and Orwellian realities put us all they way out there ... looking down at such a small thing ... button in hand ... we don't have to all be the same to accept our differences ..we don't have to be ashamed to speak those differences out .. we don't have to all live together together ... just in the same neighborhood ..or only next door ..or a ways down the holler .. i love different ... ominous closing when the players seem to lack the abilities and sensibilities to even be watchers of the game :(
E.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Thanks Einstein. The game seems to change everyday. But the division is so tangible now.
Looking down I saw Iran
Pressed a button during sandwich break, changed the map forever
Oh I love this Paul! Its hilarious. We are crazy, Our leaders are clowns. How can we expect anything but doom and gloom in this mad chaos and inconsistencies?
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Yeah, one day we'll wake up to find we're dead. lol
yes, we are all insane...i kept humming that steve winwood song....
we are so knee jerk with our reactions to everything nowadays...or we hide in the bathroom listening to vinyl...good old vinyl...hiding in the past...
significant write...one way or another we try to shine...those who do naturally---others look up to.
j.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
To many buttons to press. That appears to be the problem.
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