"You Can't Be Alive In No Time But NOW!"

Here I present a selection of the Lyrics from a track called "Life In Marvelous Times"-in my oppinion one of the best tracks(lyrically) to come out in 2009.The lyrics are by Mos Def - a modern master of word,not only in the context of hip-hop,Mos has for years been drawing a grim depiction of what a perverted fairy tail our world is.

"grey heavens! good grief!
hungry bellies!bright gold on they teeth!

The windows on the Ave look like sad eyes
they fix their sharp gaze on you when you pass by
and if you dare to stand, you can see em cry
you can watch em scowl
feel them prowl
while they study every inch about you
fast math measuring what you amount to.

The laughter, the screams!
the numeral, the song of Psalms
the book of dreams!

ends don't meet where the arms can't reach
mean streets.Even when its free it ain't cheap.
on going saga, terminal diagnosis,
basic survival requires super heroics.
.................................................
No space in the budget for a cape.
it's when you gotta fly by night to save the day
Crash-landings routinely happen.
Some survive, others never rise from the ashes.

from hence I come
so here we go
signs and wonders all along the road

some lies open
some lies close
some stretchers role with no lies at all.
some riders don't know what they riding for.
Hands on the wheel and their mind is gone.
Wherever you ride, whatever your lane,
this road called life is a beautiful thing.

And we are alive in amazing times .
Delicate hearts, diabolical minds.
Revelations, hatred, love and war.
and more and more and more and more
and more of less than ever before
it's just too much more for your mind to absorb

It's scary like hell, but there's no doubt
we can't be alive in no time but... NOW!!!"

Take it bothways.

Truck North in "Singing Man" by The Roots from their 2008 album "Rising Down"



"Uh, what you're witnessing is true dedication
Charged by the call and the cause of the nation
Countdown, minutes away from detonation
A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination
My manner, seems patient, inner rage lies
So deep, I can taste it, let's sacrifice lives
Past the first sensation, to paradise I fly
Delusions are lighting up the midday sky
The last days of mine spent in extreme secrecy
Wolves dressed like sheep occur more frequently
Too much faith to be scared, the petrified both fled
Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call
Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them all?
In the name of the merciful, sing me a song..."

"The Confessor"

Joe Walsh from The "Confessor"

 

"If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
what you see is only on the surface.
If you try to see the meaning hidden underneath,
the measure of the depth can be deceiving.
The bottom has a rocky reputation…
You can feel it in the distance, the deeper down you stare
From up above it's hard to see, but you know it when you're there.
On the bottom words are shallow,
on the surface talk is cheap,
and you can only judge the distance by the company you keep."

If you can't fix it,don't brake it!

I want to share with you this heart-breaking speech by young Severn Suzuki.She stood infront the UN in 1992 and gave a woeful,threatening warning for our arrogant ways and the abuse that our planet endures from it's most prominent children.Listen and hear.

Severn Suzuki to the delegates of the UN 

"I am the captain of my soul!"

William Earnest Henley



"Out of the night that covers me,
          Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
          For my unconquerable soul.
In the Fell clutch of circumstance
          I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
          My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
          Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years,
          Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
          How charged with the punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
          I am the captain of my soul."Are you a captain,or a first mate?

Some 100 years ago.

A great quatation from Anton Chekov,echoing a warning more than a 100 years old.

"Man has been endowed with reason, with the power to create, so that he can add to what he's been given. But up to now he hasn't been a creator, only a destroyer. Forests keep disappearing, rivers dry up, wild life's become extinct, the climate's ruined and the land grows poorer and uglier every day."

"I Have A Dream

Those words and their author need no introduction.And even though they are neither neglected,nor forgotten I can't pass them by and not give them their rightfull place in this developing collection.

Martin Luther King Jr., August 28, 1963, Washington D.C.

"I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day."

Man will prevail

An excerpt from William Faulkner's "Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech",December 10, Stockholm, Sweden. A true virtuoso of the spoken word in one of his rare blessings to the public.

"I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail."