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Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip




Альбом Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip


Angles (12.05.2008)
12.05.2008
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The beat that my heart skipped sounded like this:

Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
to make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
and the dissidence of miscreants
Especially in this instance
with the never ending persistence
to use the words in each sentence
as if they were blunt instruments
to beat a hole in the defence
of this beauty and her innocence
which serves to just build resistance
in spite of all my good intents.

The beat that my heart skipped
This is the beat that my heat skipped
This is the beat that my heat skipped

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I’ve heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we left a lot of people upset
And what we had wasn’t really what we’d come to expect

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I’ve heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we left a lot of people upset
And what we had wasn’t really what we’d come to expect

Well good God damn and other such phrases
I haven’t heard a beat like this in ages
To miss such a beat would have been outrageous
But when you heart skips a beat its ruthless and aimless

She caught my attention in her fishnets
Then she reeled me, expecting nothing more than kissed necks and quick sex
But that weren’t the case with this platinum princess
She’s attracted my interest
So I wanted to impress...
Upon her all the positive things
That come form having more than just a one night fling
But that’s something that’s easier in theory than in practice
Since pick up lines are tactics
To get prey to the mattress
And this actress
Is practiced
In shunning such theatrics
When put upon daily by tactless geriatrics

So my genuine advances are met with real scepticism
Throwing complements but she just straight elects to miss them
Her lips were put on this earth for dispersing wisdom
God forbid I suggest she lets me kiss them

But I really want to know what she thinks of me
Because I’m loving every idiosyncrasy
But I ain’t one to jump through hoops to make a first impression
Been there, done that, learnt the worst of lessons
We want to be loved for who we appear to be instead of who we are
So our real selves take a backseat behind the pomp and the façade
And that’s as true of the rude boys, downing pints and acting hard
As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard

This is the beat that my heart skipped

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I’ve heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we left a lot of people upset
And what we had wasn’t really what we’d come to expect

Beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I’ve heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
We just left a lot of people upset

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I’ve heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we left a lot of people upset
And what we had wasn’t really what we’d come to expect

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I’ve heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we left a lot of people upset
And what we had wasn’t really what we’d come to expect

Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
to make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
and the dissidence of miscreants
Especially in this instance
with the never ending persistence
to use the words in each sentence
as if they were blunt instruments
to beat a hole in the defence
of this beauty and her innocence
which serves to just build resistance
in spite of all my good intents.

The beat that my heart skipped
This is the beat that my heat skipped

. . .


"Underground intelligent hip hop development
Progression is our intent, ladies and gentlemen"

They say possession is nine tenths
Well we possess mind vents
To filter the rhymes sent
From deep down inside
Hence the precision and timing
Essential to rhyming
If you wish to pierce the cerebral lining
You see image is nothing
Imagination is everything
Is there anything you wear that's more important than what you think?
I think not... as I bump Aesop
Cruise to Herbie Hancock and fuckin' rock out with Snot
You wanna look for me?
I'll be in charity shops
I ain't buyin' my shirts
I'm buyin' my damn pants and socks
Bitch-what?
This shit's inside of me
I ain't riding the beat
It's the beat that is riding me

I ain't an alcoholic
I just drink a lot
And maybe I'm a genius
Or maybe I just think a lot
My intellect in retrospect compared to some...

"Ay yo Pip you know that second verse was all straight garbage?"
What you talkin' 'bout man it's not that bad... it was alright.
"I know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Give these fuckers something new!"
What am I supposed to do? What...?
"Come on man"
Alright man, how about this?

I remember hearing Mos Def rhyme the alphabet
I just sat there in silence
As a sign of respect
I knew what I had to do
And that's what happened next
I rhymed the periodic table to stay one step ahead
See in the periodic table hydrogen is number one
'Cause hydrogen is what puts the shine in the sun
Through nuclear fusion and when it's done
It leaves element number two
Helium... helium is the second lightest gas that there is
So we use it in balloons we give to little kids
Then there's lithium often used to treat mental problems
Beryllium don't conduct electric currents, it stops them
Boron can be used to make things harden
And that smoke that's coming out of your exhaust, carbon
Carbon is arguably the most important element
And nitrogen in the air is almost eighty percent
The rest of the air is mainly oxygen
And fluorine is the lightest of the halogens
OK that's enough teaching
I ain't trying to bore ya
I'm just trying to be a positive role model for ya
'Cause in my town I'm blessed with many role models
So many that sometimes the mind just boggles
See KRS is my teacher
Slick Rick's my ruler
Chuck D's my preach'
I'm just a preschooler
I've still got growing to do though
I ain't trying to fool ya
But compared to all the other kids in my class
I'm much taller
I'm much taller

. . .


Theres a weight over me today
its somthing I have to say
love you too much to leave
dont like you enough to stay

My heads in a mess
and im stressed
but i guess its a test in the quest for happiness
and the rest of that mess
so i best just acquiesce
even though iv grown tired of you

And that aint ment to sound spitefull
im just trying to be insiteful
when i write all my emotions
In the night fall all the stuff i try to bottle
just come out and the sad fact is im so tired of you

Love, its a werid thing aint it?
theres no way to explain it
but i swear as well as pain
there should a juggle to sustain
the same level of mundane
and its numbing me through

i often wonder if il miss you
and have the erge to kiss you
if an issue was to hit through
to this heart and outwards issue
and said issue was to be to just ignore
and i walked out on you

the chances are id fall apart
and suffer seizures of the heart
as my chest begins to smart
the very second up to part
i want to go back to the start
but then again maybe id just feel new
maybe id get my life on track
and start to focus my attack
on all the things my life just lacks
and start to claw my passion back
instead of living like i have
half commited half relaxed
id have nothing to lose

Theres a weight over me today
its somthing I have to say
love you too much to leave
dont like you enough to stay

I guess lately iv had too much time to think
and yeah way too much to drink
when paper meets the ink
over - thinking is the chink in my armour
thats just what i do
and iv always been that way
your forever questioning each day
and every pay thats made(?)
that maybe made me lay my busy mind(?)
or maybe paper finding problems or resons that might not even be true(?)

see we got together so young
before (?)
but flowers dont grow up as one
each one finds its way to the sun
and thats exactly what weve done
weve grown up seperately too
and for afew years now this has been the problem
and these realisations
i wish that i could stop them
but iv realised that love is all we have in commen
and deep down you know thats true
but then surely that im still in love with you
is there somthing we can do?
to get us through into persue a brand new point of view
on how this gap grew between me and you
so theres a weight over me and id hate to have to leave
but in fate i dont belive
and the state between me and you isnt great as you can see
so ill keep thinking this through.

Theres a weight over me today
its somthing I have to say
love you too much to leave
dont like you enough to stay

Theres a weight over me today
its somthing I have to say
love you too much to leave
dont like you enough to stay

Theres a weight over me today
its somthing I have to say
love you too much to leave
dont like you enough to stay

. . .


What do you mean keep it real, could someone please explain
When reality's just light interpreted by your brain
And if mine and your perceptions ain't one and the same
Which one of us is normal which one is insane
The skin never forgets a deep abrasion
Yet your brain often forgets deep conversations
This annoys me due to the nature of humanity
Want to remember the good, not just the bad things that happened to me
And yeah, I understand the minds an intricate tapestry
So is the skin and that still records damage, see
This scar above my eyebrow's from when I was a kid
And my skin has kept a record of the damage I did
Twenty some years down the line from that very day
Documentation of carelessness and the price that you pay
Yet it's over complex brain that sits inside of my head
Can't remember the last things me and my friend J said
I don't want to be just devoid of desire
I don't want to be another bird on the wire
I don't want to be just a log on the fire
I don't want to be that at all
I got a heart rate that's erratic
I guess god fucked up the schematic
I can't hack it and I panic and that makes it go pneumatic
Causing landslides t-t-t-tearing up my insides
Sometimes I think I'll live forever, but I know I won't
When I really should be working on my flow I don't
I just sit here and read extracts from this note I wrote
Trying to find something that is worth a quote
Fixing up mad Bitches like lobotomy stitches
When I hit a tight rhyme see my leg it twitches
I ain't into this game for the fame or riches
Good to write tight rhymes, street poems and scriptures
Now what's the point I'm making? Why I am saying this out loud?
Am I convincing myself or pandering to the crowd?
You can hear every word, you would still never know me
Like Sean Penn could win 10 Oscars but he'll still be Spicoli

. . .


In recent year there's been a lot of pop acts singing about being beautiful
or someone or something being beautiful.
Now, i know this ain't a new thing but it just feels as if these
people don't really know what beauty is and by bandying it around so often
it starts to loose all meaning and worth.
you see "beauty" and "beautiful" are powerful words.
It's more than just a physical thing.
It's more than just a nice pair of tits.
Bring the beat in and let me tell them what I think beauty is....

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so i told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x2]

Now for me to get my definition of beauty across to ya
i must request your attention for the immediate future
It won't take so long as to put you in a catatonic stupor
As i present my case study example: Tommy Cooper.
If you haven't heard of Tommy I'll do my best to explain.
Tommy Cooper was in the entertainment game
Every granddad in Britain can do a Tommy Cooper impression
With a selection of gags, hand movements and facial expressions
His uniform was a suit and a red fez hat
He would combine jokes and magic tricks "just like that"
He'd drift between the two with the most cack handed transition
He was two part comedian and one part magician
Mistakes and mess-ups were a bit part of his show
Which were real and which were planned only he would know
If he messed up or a certain joke bombed
He would start laughing at himself and soon the laughs would catch on
See Tommy gave no regard to class or grace
His only goal was to put a smile on every single face
All his life Tommy lived to just make people laugh
Whether onstage or at home he would just be acting daft

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so i told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x2]

Whether it appropriate or not become somehow unconnected
Because making people laugh was his only objective
But there's one thing in life no man can avoid
This thing will leave the hearts of loved ones empty and void.
Death will ALWAYS cause hurt and pain
it can take weeks before a smile is on your face again
sure where reminiscing there can be great happiness
But at the immediate time theres just searing pain and nothing less.
On April 15th, 1984
The London Pallaium was the scene of Tommy's show once more
It was a full house and he had the crowd eating out of his hand.
Everything, as usual, seemed completely unplanned
And in what seemed like a finale Tommy dropped to the floor
Causing the room to erupt into laughter and applause
the curtain closed, lights went out and there was no encore
Everybody left their seats and headed for the door
Unbeknownst to them they had witness Tommy Cooper's death
He had given his all until he had nothing left
Now please note that at the moment that this entertainer died
Even with a room full of people not one tear was cried
Much less, they rose to their feet and they laughed and clapped
Now tell me one fucking thing that's more beautiful than that...
Cos' I'm sure i cant think of one.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so i told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x4]

. . .


Hip hop is art
Don't make another pop hit, be smart
Take it back to the start
Like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart

Don't get me wrong, I ain't dissing Dizzee Rascal
I'm just using his beat as a single example
It was the first big hit of its kind in the pop charts
Spawned a lot of shit with profit in mind, not heart

Channel U's full of "UK sound and ringtone",
Think they should all have "p45s to bring home".
Prancing about like they're the next big thing,
'cos their cousin's got an 8 track and their mate Daryll can sing

These kids getting above their station and sayin',
They're a vessel through which a higher power's conveyin':
"My lyrical content is a miracle, God sent"
My name is Scroobius Pip, I say fuck all that nonsense!

Their lyrical prognosis is like spiritual osmosis
In that everything they say evaporates into boasts - it's a joke!
I've listened and I can't even find one quote
Worth using as a reference or even as a footnote

Most of these kids could get their guns out and kill me,
But how many got the skill to inspire and thrill me?
I've got a holster, I keep biscuits in it,
It wears into your brain leaving big fat blisters in it.

Who'm I better than? I'm better than I used to be,
I'ma keep on getting better so you better just get used to me
You think that's a cop out? Then hear my point truthfully
'cos chances are, this is how you should be

If your only goal's to be as good as Scroobius Pip
Then as soon as you achieve that your standards have slipped
If your goal is always to improve on yourself
Then the quest is never over no matter how big your wealth.

Hip hop is art
Don't make another pop hit, be smart
Take it back to the start
Like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart

. . .


Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.

My name’s Mark, I go to Uni and College, don’t socialise that much, I just revise and use knowledge. At times I find that hard become a virtual recluse and let my belt of interruption hang decisively loose. But I came here to learn, that’s the life that I choose and if people think I’m boring then they can bring their abuse. See, a lot of people think I’m boring and say that maybe I’m a weirdo and maybe I’m gay but that’s cool, ‘cause when I get a good job and good pay I’ll get a house for just my brother and me some day. That’s the reason I’m here, just to build for the future. If it means better grades I’ll even sleep with my tutor.

Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.

My name’s Paul, I’ve been a guard for six months and the shop that I guard is better than most dumps and I like it here, my boss is a pro, he’s taught me tricks of the trade other guards wouldn’t know. He’s taught me in this game there’s some rules you gotta bend and not to forget these thieving pricks ain’t your friends and appearance is key there’s a message to send and above all it’s your fellow guards to defend. The other day my boss was stabbed by some low-life psycho, He’s in hospital now so every night that’s where I go, he’s on the brink but he’s showing no fear though ‘cause if he dies there, he’ll be dieing a hero.

Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.

My name’s Keith, I ain’t so much a racist. But when I reach out my hands I decline the place. I work security in a shop, in charge of 5 other guards, I got all their respect ‘cause I run this shit hard. I nicked one kid today, didn’t show enough respect and attention. I grabbed him by his neck as my form of redemption. Didn’t do no harm, just made sure that it hurt, it ain’t going by the book but believe me it works. Then I sent him on his way, this little shit knows the score now. I saw a little bit of fear, he won’t darken my door now. That’s what I do, stop these kids from decline, do what their parents won’t do. Put down some boundaries and lines.

Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.

My name’s Billy. I’ve been beaten since I was three, Mum died when I was born and Dad takes it out on me. He ain’t a bad man, He just gets drunk and feels alone, I tend to go for walks and hope he’s asleep when I get home. Don’t like to talk about it though. As I said, it ain’t his fault, it only happens when he’s drunk as a last resort. Tried to get him a gift, to show my support, but had no money and I stole and I guess I got caught. At times like that, I tend to switch of my mind, stare blankly into space and let what happens unwind. I seemed to anger this guard, he put his hands around my neck, he said it’s time for me to learn some manners and respect. It hurt. I’ve had worse before, it made me realise life is just a series of wars. I went straight home that day and locked the bathroom door. Took a blade to both wrists, they won’t hurt me no more.

Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.

My name’s Mark and today I was told my brother is dead. I returned home from university, tears on his bed. On his pillow I found his suicide note and read what had happened that day and what had fucked up his head! The anger I felt there are no words to express, I filled with so much rage there is no way to digest. I grabbed a knife, I went to town, it was time to regress. Back to an eye for an eye, last breath for last breath. I went straight up to the counter, I said I’d like to speak to the guard who nicked my brother on Tuesday of this week. As the girl knocked on the door and disappeared out of sight, I put my hand in my pocket, gripped the knife tight. This was it, as she pointed me out to the guard, My hand began to shake I held the knife so hard. As he approached me, there was nothing to say. I stabbed that Fucker eight times, before they could take me away.

Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.

. . .


Hey There, how, how’s it going?
Long time no see.
I know I haven’t been around much lately
But…it didn’t seem like you wanted me to be
The last time I sent down a message you nailed it to the cross
So I figured I’d just leave you to it, let you be your own boss

But I’ve been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it’s amazing how you’ve grown.
With your technological advances and the problems you’ve overthrown,
And all the beautiful art you’ve created with such grace and such finesse,
But I admit there are a few things I’m afraid have impressed me less.

So I’m writing to apologize for all the horrors committed in my name,
Although that was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.
All the good I tried to do was corrupted when all the religion got into full swing,
What I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.
My teachings taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,
Interpretations taken to many different ways and hidden meanings discovered

Religion became a tool, for the weak to control the strong
With all these new morals and ethics, survival of the fittest was gone
No longer could the biggest man simply take whatever he needed
‘cause damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded

Some of the deeds committed in my name just made me wonder were I went wrong.
Back at the start when I created this, the foundation seemed so strong.
See all the elements were already here, long before I began, I just kind of put it all together
I didn’t really think out a long-term plan.

I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky
So you could navigate the globe or simply watch the sun rise
I covered the earth with plants and fruits,
Some for sustenance and some for beauty
I made the sun shine and the clouds rain so their maintenance wasn’t your duty
I tried to give each creature its own attributes without making them enveloped
I gave you all you all your own space to grow and in your own way space to develop

I didn’t know such development would cause rifts and jealousy
Cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly
You see, I wasn’t really the creater, I was just the curator of nature
I want to get something straight with homosexuals right now: I don’t hate ya
I was a simple being that happened to be the first to wield such powers
I just laid the ground, it was You that built the towers

It was You that invented bombs, and the fear that comes with them
And it was You that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems
You invented terms like just-war and terms like friendly fire
And it was You that didn’t know when to stop digging deeper, when to stop building higher
It was You that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
And it was You that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth
It was You that used my teachings for your own personal gain
And it was You that committed such tragedies, even though they were in my name

So I apologize for any mistakes I made, and when my words misconstrued
But this apology’s to mother nature, cause I created YOU

. . .


It's tragic; you tried to cut yourself in half,
But this isn't magic; in fact it's something much more dark, or more dramatic
Self harm, that's what they call it.
'Cause it just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do,
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your little sister?
I mean, you think your life's been bad,
And by no means am I belittling that,
'Cause I know the troubles you've had
But a teen finding out her big sister chose death over life,
Finding out instead of turning to her with your problems, You turned to a knife
That's a whole lot of pain to deal with,
And a whole lot of damage
And the only role model she has is little more than words
engraved in granite.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, how about your parents?
God knows they've done all they can to support.
Yeah, you didn't go up in a mansion,
But they gave you the best life they could afford,
And the second that last bit of life tickles out,
and your lungs cease to breath,
They've fail the most important task that they will ever receive.
They failed to give their child a life that's worth living,
And that's a failure as long as they live, of themselves, is unforgiving.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your friends?
How did they fail to see this coming?
I mean, you can only hold so much pain,
And recently it seems like the tap's been left running.
Families grow distant, but it's meant to be your friends you can rely on.
They shouldn't be there for just fun and drinks.
They should be the shoulder to cry on.
They should be the ones you turn to,
When you can't talk to your family.
But they failed to because although you didn't ask for their support,
It should have been mandatory.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, what about me?
What kind of boyfriend am I?
Instead of living a life I was a big part of,
You would rather die.
Instead of fighting though together,
And turning things around,
You decided the grass is greener
On the other side of the ground.
Of our shared lives there was nothing worth living
for as far as you could see.
So if that's the case for you
Then what is there left in this life for me?
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, your sister,
your parents, your friends, and your partner
So you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then fuck everybody else cause that ain't something you've got to live with
The magician's assistant
Too many problems to list them,
Not enough people to listen.
The magician's assistant....
The magician's assistant......

. . .


One-two-three-four-five... four, three, two, one

When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident

I'm sentimental
Oh no, I mean I'm said to be mental
When I don't get what I want
I find it's hard just to be gentle
Gentle? The rental of some self control
When you lose your mind
Is when you start to find your soul unfold

This morning when I woke up
All the thoughts that I had just broke up
Broken fragments of my dreams left me choked up
Distant memories I'd repressed all spoke up
Oooh fuck!
This was something that I wasn't expecting
My dreams solidified and started asking me questions
And the deeper I looked into their hate-filled eyes
I realised they were you, only in disguise

So I jumped to my feet
How the fuck did I become so weak?
Too soon did I admit defeat
I grabbed a pen and start writing to the beat
And I wrote:

When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is everything

As time went by
I realised you can't just drop out
But I'm telling you man
It's hard to block out
The sound that rebounds and resounds
And resounds again
Off the walls of my mind
'cause I miss my... friend

But now I'm on a mission to mend
Everything that broke and make it glisten again
Strip down redesign construct and improve
While the rest procrastinate I'll be making my move
I hope in years to come I've elevated
But chances are I'll be inebriated
But that's cool
As long as my mind ain't sedated
And the things that I've learned
Haven't been erased and wasted

When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes

When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident

. . .


Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim
Thou shalt not worship pop idols
Or follow lost prophets
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, John Hartmond, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrisson, Jimmy Hendrix or Sid Barrett in vain.

Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a peadophile, some people are just nice.

Thou shalt not read NME
Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they became popular
Thou shalt not question Steven Fry
Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover
Thou shalt not judge lethal weapon by Danny Glover

Thou shalt not buy Coca Cola products
Thou shalt not Nestle products

Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriends best friend, take drugs, and then cheat on him
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily

Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls pants...
...use it to get into their heads.

Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you've done your shitty little poem or song, you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar, week in, week out Because you once saw a girl there that you fancied; that you're never gonna fucking talk to.

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals.

No matter how great they are, or were.
The Beatles were just a band.
Led Zeppelin , just a band.
The Beach Boys , just a band..
The Sex Pistols , just a band.
The Clash , just a band.
Crass , just a band.
Minor Threat , just a band.
The Cure , just a band.
The Smiths , just a band.
Nirvana , just a band.
The Pixies, just a band.
Oasis , just a band.
Radiohead , just a band.
Bloc Party , just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys, just a band.
"The next big thing", just a band.

Thou shalt not give bad word to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those in english speaking countries.

Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the 4 elements and never will be.

Thou shalt not make repetitive, generic music x4

Thou shalt not Pimp My Ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When i say "Hey", thou shalt not say "Ho"
When i say "Hip", thou shalt not say "Hop"
When i say, he say, she say, we say; "Make some noise.", kill me.

"Ah, I've forgot were i was, hang on..."

Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak, like me.
Thou shalt spell the word "Pheonix"
P-H-O-E-N-I-X.
Not, P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.

Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at a club last night by saying; "Izziiit"

Thou shalt think for yourselves.

And thou shalt always, thou shalt always, kill.

. . .


Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
Place my faith in the belief that the general public,
Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet,

I ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom,
Well not just yet,
But if there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say "FUCK IT"..

Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does.

A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up,
or being in a dream, or dream like state.
Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work..
You might say I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't.
Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that.
I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be.

...Right

I was walking along through unfamiliar streets,
And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around.
I don't know where I was but it had a feeling of New York,
But not New York in real life the New York you see in old films,
I can't really explain why it just had that vibe,
Every step I took felt somehow more dramatic.

So I kept walking and down an alley behind a bar
sitting on some metal steps I saw a man,
From the look and smell of him it was clear that he enjoyed a drink,
But he wasn't in such a state
I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him,
With due care..

"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by 'we' I didn't really get,
But all the same I took a seat next to him on the step,
He said "You'll meet a few people before this day is through,
Who will administer advice and guidelines to you,
Now what each of them says I'll tell you now is true,
But whether or not you take this advice is for you to choose",
At that point he acted as if someone had whispered in his ear,
Which, since noone else was there, was pretty damn weird,
Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard,
And he cleared his throat for a second and said "Listen here,
In this life you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant,
For years I was smart, I reccommend pleasant,
Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence,
But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent",

With this information I was encouraged to walk on,
I continued alone through these empty streets,
Thinking over what Elwood had said but at the same time thinking
about how fucking strange the day had been so far,
I was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest,
And a guy said "Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there",

I looked up,
He said "Hi, pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler,
I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from ya,
I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today,
And you may think that a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say,
But it's said that observation, not old age, brings wisdom,
And I observe every single life lesson I'm given,
I won't attempt tell you how to love or be loved,
Because you get a different genie each time that lantern is rubbed,
But I will offer you advice on dealing with life,
Its ups and its downs,
Its troubles and its strifes,
Now I'm sure you've had times when you've felt down or angry,
Wanted to lash out, punch a wall and be manly,
But the question I pose now will offer you a plan B,
And maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family,
How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,
And then just be.. in.. a good mood?
That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact,
You control your emotions it's as simple as that",
He walked off then, leaving me to contemplate this brief encounter,
I'd barely had time to realise
I was being taught something before he was gone,
And I was back on my way.

On I walked and almost immediately I spotted the next guide,
And he couldn't be clearer.
This guy was standing on the street corner and pacing back and forth,
Skinny lookin' guy leather jacket tight jeans, retro look,
I'd rarely seen someone look quite so uncomfortable in their own skin,
Twitchin', smoothing his hair back,
kicking the floor and looking up and down the street,
He clearly didn't enjoy waiting around so I approached him quickly,
To put him out of his misery,
And to let him start his.. spiel.

"Hi my name is Billy Brown,
I ain't gonna give you some quote,
Instead I'm gonna use some stuff that YOU wrote:
'Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
Cause the villain in the films is always backlit,
Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
Cause the villain in the films is always backlit,
Now I find it pleasing to defend myself with reason,
But this clock is always sitting on my back,
tick, tick tick,
Then, no explosion but participants errosion,
Like a picture over overly exposed and,
Like a fox that's been run over in the road and..'
Basically what I'm trying to say to you is,
You don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you,
Getting all pent up and angry about stuff just eats away inside you,
What's that other line of yours..
'If you can't forgive and forget,
How's this,
Forget forgivin' and just accept that that's it',
See that's how it's gotta be.
Then you can fall in love, get on with your life and be free",
Almost before he could finished this sentence he was off down the street,
Hands in his pockets, hurrying away..

Now quite accepting of the totally surreal time
I was having I rounded a corner,
And continued onto my next encounter,
Resigned to the fact this was some dream or hallucination,
I made my way through the now dark street,
To the one window that had a light on,
I walked through the unlocked door which incidentally had blinds down,
And a sillhouetted figure like a film noir scene,
But sadly no sign saying Private Eye.
As I entered a voice promptly said..

"This journey's almost over, I'm the only one left,
Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Walter Neff,
The other guys have taught you things of great positive worth,
But I'm afraid I'm here to bring you back down to Earth,
See you can live your life in control and be nice,
But even that will not promise you a happy life,
You may think yourself in general to be a nice guy,
But I'm telling you now - that right there is a lie,
Even the nicest of guys has some nasty within 'em,
You don't have to be backlit to be the villain,
Whether it be greed lust or just plain vindictiveness,
There's a level of malevolence inside all of us,
You can paint yourself an image and live in your own little dream,
But this ain't a dream, it's one big silver screen,
So when you think you've got your happy ending don't ever forget it,
It ain't over til you hear the sound of your end credits,
You'll be waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for you feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of these tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for you feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of these tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does"

. . .


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