you’ll never catch me, piggy!
can’t say much about this track or it won’t do what it needs to do. but it iS a part of a new Rooster Doctor EP, “When Pigs Die”, which i’ll be trying to get picked up by some sweet collective distro or label or something.
try to find a permanent back for a revolving seat
in a worldwide game of musical chairs
6 million ways to plummet, so have fun somewhere
somehow, some way, we find our paths someday
with some grrl, some boy, on some scheme some ploy
with some world, social world that gives a shit about us
til then, i play it solo, navigate on foot or by bus
no car, not now, unknown
most of my 23 years been in the same home
and that’s cool, that’s dope, that’s tight, just true
it’s been good for me, iS it good for you?
iS it good for you? if so, affirm.
cause together, we’re better, now let’s watch them squirm
watch this burn, watch the last triumph of this pesky worm
the snake, the octopus, some call leviathan
touchin us like dirty uncles everyday we buy in
my rap ain’t science, and i already done math
rock tops, cops stop or it’s gonna be a bloodbath
make science fiction chaos magick, call me h.p. lovecraft
now it’s back to the lab-rynth
some old bags of califa stash and some overdubbed sad synths
my lists are listless, feedback my desires on driftmas
these iS needles in haystacks if you think you can hang, sift
through the muck, the sty, the mess
i’ll be cleanin my apartment, my home, my nest
if you think that you think you know me best
this iS for you, let’s be out to get shit off our chest
vagabonds lost in iS. Rikshaw & rooster on words. count rushmore &the overhead projectors did the musick. rooster kind of produced this.
this song’s called ALLBLAQ! big ups to the black block, the whole damn block & everyone else resisting this bullshit commodified recycled, wish they would recycle lookin ass world. chaos will always reign!!!!!!!!!!!
this song iS either called, “sea”, “SEE”, or “c”, depending on if you ask me or Dom, who plays the instruments on it. i wrote these words while i was sitting in a jail cell in Lincoln County, Misery from violating weak ass probation. FUCK: LAWYERS, PIGS, C/O’S, JUDGES
AND COPS. big ups to http://fuckyeahcopsonfire.tumblr.com/
first off, fuck the lakers and the click they claim, midwest when we ride bikes equipped wit chains. kobe claimed to be a player…but…his wife fucked him, lamar odom told em he done had enough of dem, josh mcroberts has a butt chin, and rough skin. this iS a poorly done picture movie about the Mavs going up 3-0 on the Lake Show last summer, i wanted to trip out sports coverage and i’m pretty sure i at least did that. oh yeah, bare with me, but how do you spell drool?
gone n marinate on that for a minute
the city don’t think iS my oldest and dearest solo song, it’s been read acapella at poetry readings, amongst a band of 11 at The Way Out Club in saint loser (what up Grex!) and just played with me and the synths on tour all across the country, mostly out west. so when Luc at http://gatewaydrugstl.tumblr.com/ asked for a song for his first ever “Gateway Drug” zine/tape, this made the cut. it was also released as a part of a zine/cdr combo called “green iS the color of dead white men” on a west coast tour i did as barely free partial prisoners with holy!holy!holy!
how many names can i drop in one post?