- but i feel guilty like the flight went down and my cell phone wasn't on airplane mode / rose from the concrete, reverse the flows of the ponzi schemes, cripwalk to a conscious beat, hip-hop is a compost heap
- by the time you get this message i will be behind the wheel, watching dotted yellow hexagrams stretch into the dark; left hand surfing on iced tinged winds, chewing up a cardboard box / don’t say a word, i found it on the map, calculated it; just a half a day to get from where you’re not to where you will be; my hair is filthy, i’m breathing coffee, i can barely feel the trace from the only time you kissed me on the face, question mark; space / i’ll see you once the sun shines through the glass above the dashboard
- flobots - by the time you get this message
- disorganization, forging nations of papers predestinating superhero capers, light sabers my neighbors consist of mint cookies, bent books, keys, three tennis balls, peanut butter, a japanese chicken clock and when it falls on eight thirty i'm hurting it's early and my hair is dirty, teeth as if beneath a highlighter, not pearly / i keep my eyelids analogous to a successful venus-fly trap, telling my left brain it's saturday well he must buy that / now there's so many people and so many places and so many faces that the only way that i could ever get you all together would be to die / how unlikely i found someone to soothe my psyche so write me cause you make me wanna pull a nike / i lack the vocab to enter a discussion of exactly what makes you a winner, hot springs roommates fall into place summer too soon all in the case of i wonder who knows what goes up under two close cut birthday twins i just can't seem to pin down why it relates to inside her, i spider cause she's fly / father time patricide / added one to myself and i couldn't help melting to nothing, subtraction / whatever you attach to is what you become, one plus one double horizontal line one
- jonny 5 + yak - 1011010100101000
- east timorese, guatemala and mumia, the beast seems to reach where they got a walletful of wealth, so cointelpro police going to hell, "no justice, no peace" is the onomatopoeia / d.a.r.e., drugs are really expensive
- jonny 5 + yak - onomatopoeia
- i can make money open up a thrift store, i can make a living off a magazine, i can design an engine sixty four miles to a gallon of gasoline, i can make new antibiotics, i can make computers survive aquatic conditions, i know how to run a business, and i can make you wanna buy a product
- i don't know the source of the passport errors or how four hours produced a miscarriage, but when it comes to populations too disparaged, gaza's on the list right below gay marriage
- it had to be simpler back in the day when our folks were pretty certain they could find someone, now none of it's assigned, we just want a date, whether deaf or blind or dumb, i look at your number and wonder if i should call you up and invest a dime in a message with text that doesn't belong to me but it would ease my mind to know if the songs i'm singing are in a key that you can comprehend, in tune with the thoughts you're pondering, if so we can both stop wondering if, and be together like donner and blitzen
- it used to be stupid to say 'revolution', we way over used it, daze and confusion, looped it out, rallies and felt a deep therapy, put it on tv to sell a jeep cherokee
- flobots - run (run run run)
- it's the sound of a gat and the sound of a drum, but whatever you attach to is what you become, one plus one, double horizontal line one / live by the sword, die by the sword, but jesus christ; we shot that motherfucker right between the eyes
- flobots - on loss and having
- the answer's obvious, we switch the consonants, change the sword to words and lift continents
- we are building up a new world. do not sit idly by. do not remain neutral. do not rely on this broadcast alone. we are only as strong as our signal. there is a war going on for your mind. if you are thinking, you are winning. resistance is victory. defeat is impossible. your weapons are already in hand. reach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom. fight with tools. your fate, and that of everyone you know depends on it.
- when she called 'em out and said she was from the south, they shouted, "why is a nice, southern lady makin' trouble for the governor?" she said, "i guess i'm not your type of lady, and i guess i'm not your type of southerner"
aug 9 2016 ∞
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