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To whom it may concern: Keep that [REDACTED] boy running.
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Like Encyclopedia Black I'm tryna solve this case of you.
It's brand new mystery for a kid detective to investigate.
Like a Hercule purple Poirot prequel
backing into blue.
As the beat inside my head begins to syncopate.
But love is already funky.
So when you go to paint it
It don't need no nothing extra
If you try too hard that ain't it.
I drop the needle for the first surprise
I gotta wait and wait and wait for track 9
Right out the gate she say that she "alive alive alive"
And all she want is to get up and buggy jive.
I could do that.
Brandi says the shampoo line repulses her
It's the line she loves to tell us that she loves to hate
I get it, girl: but I’m about that dulcimer
Cuz hold up! This ain't no Dorothy D.N.A.!
Cuz love is already funky.
So when you go to paint it
It don't need no nothing extra
If you try too hard that ain't it.
If you try you got to fight it
So be cool like Mrs. Parker
If you keep the loud parts quiet
Then the quiet parts hit harder.
The quiet parts hit hard.
She is cellophane.
"This is your obsession."
I go on about her too much.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
I am tender to the touch.
"Have you solved the crime yet?"
Sherlock Homeboy's on the case.
"Have you lost your mind yet?"
I've only lost my faith.
The crime is all mine.
But the quiet parts hit just in time.
Got to get some. Got to get her.
She got a mo betta blue. I just gots mo meta.
She got hers and I gots mine.
And she's in my blood like holy wine.
So just the facts, ma'am. I'm tryna solve this case of you.
Just the facts, ma'am. I'm tryna solve this case of you.
I swear I swear I ain’t tryna do what you do.
I'm just a kid detective tryna solve this case of you.
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Law of Averages
04:31
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Billy says what Jimmy says. That:
"All the filth that we've been taught
About ourselves can take years to purge
Before we can walk the Earth
Like we got the right to be here."
Jimmy set his mind free. I'm still working on it.
I ain't your average American.
I've been talking to myself more lately.
And I've been using the n-word on myself more lately.
As a term of endearment.
As a term of solidarity.
As a term of sincerity.
As a term of hilarity.
I keep telling Jimmy: this is how I'm working on it.
I keep telling Jimmy: this is one of many many ways that I been working on it.
I ain't your average American.
It's a term of endearment
It's a term of solidarity
It's a term of sincerity
It's a term of hilarity.
It's a word of warning.
It's a word of caution.
It's a talisman of mourning
And of our collective exhaustion.
I ain't your average American.
I am more than your average American.
I am just your average [REDACTED]
"The force of the world is immense... and time is real."
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She's standing still on the dance floor
Cuz she ain't never been this high before
She wanna to slip out the back door
But she can not move.
She wanna party while the world burns
She was all ready for the line dance
She was just about to shake it in her hot pants
To another fake country song with a hip hop beat
But she can not move her feet.
She wanna party while the world burns
Sometimes you wanna escape the world
with a little thrill.
But the world catches up to you
in a little pill.
And the world sets off tiny explosions
in the center of your mind
to remind you.
there is no escape from time.
She wanna party while the world burns
She aint never been this high before
Now she’s just a silly metaphor
Out of the nightmare and into a bad dream
She can't even move her lips to scream.
She is staring into the void
She is staring into the void
Her sense of self is destroyed
She is staring into the void
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Oh no!
Please do not tell me you started writing your song with the words first.
You betta tuck them words away and forget 'em until a proper groove comes.
You betta tuck them words away and forget 'em or I will put you in a world of hurt.
If you don’t start with the music, the song could go to hell.
So put first things first, let's do this.
Let the words reveal themselves.
La la la.
You wouldn't drop a new dance move and come up with the beat last.
You wouldn't choreograph into thin air and just be waitin for the groove to come.
If you're doing it right then writing the words is just like shaking your ass.
If you don’t start with the music, the song could go to hell.
So put first things first, let's do this, baby. Let the words reveal themselves.
La la la.
Choreograph. And dance. And that ass.
If you don’t start with the music, the song could go to hell.
So put first things first, let's do this, baby. Let the words reveal themselves.
Shuck and jiving. Buggy jiving.
The rules I live my life by through the failures and successes
It is rules like this I write by, but baby rules don't sell no records.
As we wallow in our wretchedness we all still dare to dream
I say rules don't sell no records, baby rules don't flow into streams
So I'mma just scream to be free.
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They could be cute if they weren't so sad
Tonight they gonna get bad
For six minutes and a half
The heart it ain't no confidant
The heart just want the parts it wants.
He got the wife and kids at home.
But a doggie needs a bone.
So he's out here on his own.
He is yet another man who
forgot he got a left and right hand
She is falling for his lines.
A seventh glass of wine.
The comedy is divine.
Her man is home alone
He does not ever have to know
It could be vain it sho ain't smart
The heart just want the parts it wants.
Lizard brains and tingly parts rule us all.
"April is the funkiest month
Breeding the One out of the deadest ass
Remixing earth, wind and fire,
Stirring dull roots with purple rain."
What if I wrote a little revved-up Beatlesesque love song that is not a love song?
What if I wrote a little silly not love song just so I could introduce the funky part?
I wrote it so fast I had to steal the bridge from a song I done already wrote
I stole it from I song I done already stole from Stravinsky and Chayevsky
Is cheating like stealing a song from yourself
That you already stole from somebody else?
Is cheating like stealing a song from yourself
That you already stole from somebody else?
Six minutes, thirty seconds: BOOM!
How does it feel in the after?
Is it worth your life? Or losing your wife?
Is it worth the lies to cover up the lies?
And we rationalize and we rationalize
and we rationalize and compartmentalize.
It's really what we're the best at.
It's what human beings are the best at.
They are staring at the ceiling
Totally unfeeling
The comedy is ending.
It's just over.
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7. |
Vivienne
01:57
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Oh – Vivienne! Was there ever such a torture since life began!
Oh – Vivienne! Was there ever such a torture since life began!
To bear on one's shoulders,
biting and wriggling and raving and scratching, unwholesome and powdered, did insane, yet sane to the point of insanity.
Reading his letters, thrusting herself on us, coming in wavering trembling ...
This big bag of ferrets.
Oh – Vivienne! Was there ever such a torture since life began!
Oh – Vivienne! Was there ever such a torture since life began!
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8. |
The Ghost of Alexander
05:58
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It's midnight at Twilight, first night, swing set adventure
She's just a stranger right next to me
The drinks have got me singing out of tune so she be like:
"You must be from Schenectady."
Don't sweat it boy, you ain't done nothing wrong here.
Don't sweat it, boy, of course you belong here.
If it gets too painful, he's got all the answers
Your guardian angel is the ghost of Alexander.
Curled up on a Sunday with a jazz book
To unpack the myth of Old Glory
It's beautifully written so I can't put it down
But it's a messy story.
The professor assures me we’re supposed to dislike the bad guy
Because he's singing replacement songs.
But I've seen the letters where Francis sings them songs, too
So maybe I do not belong here after all.
That's in the past boy, of course you belong here.
Not since 1820 we ain’t sung that song here.
If it gets too painful, he's got all the answers
Your guardian angel is the ghost of Alexander.
So don't worry, boy.
These folks ain't gonna do you no harm.
They welcomed Alexander with open arms.
So his ghost has got your back
For as long as you stay black.
"The dream was already behind him
Somewhere in that vast obscurity
Where the dark fields of the republic
rolled on under the night.
"And blessed are the dead that the rain falls on."
Professor heart-and-soul-searching whaddya know
It turns out: nothing is what it seems.
Alexander ain't yo ghost, he's just a box of bones
That they dug up to service yo dreams
To the tap tap tap of their pats on the back
they found it very necessary
To drag them bones into the colored section of the
Picklebury Cemetary
But the brotha said nothing about his African past
The brotha said nothing and nobody asked
The brotha wasn't actively tryna pave the way
That may not be passing but it sho' is strange.
Skeleton marionette cakewalk dancer
Skeleton marionette positioned to pander
Don't call me ungrateful for just wanting some answers
My guardian angel is just the bones of Alexander.
Just a box of bones.
"To whom it may concern: Keep that [REDACTED] boy running."
"And blessed are the dead that the rain falls on."
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9. |
Make Me Water
07:16
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They say Jesus walked across the Sea of Galilee.
And Matthew and Mark and John
Each tell the tale a little differently.
But Luke? He skipped it in its entirety.
Lord, make me water.
Lord, help me to me flow.
Maybe Luke was just jealous of Jesus’s abilities.
Maybe Luke’s suspicious mind engendered disbelief.
Or maybe Luke thought the brotha was
Too much showing off His divinity.
Lord, make me water.
Lord, help me to me flow.
So she says:
“What you mean, you wanna flow like water?
We are all already water.”
The Lord, that day, He made the human brain
About seventy-five percent water.
And the Lord, from the start, He made the human heart
About seventy-five percent water.
So what I’m saying is:
We are all already water.
We are all already divine.
So open up that bottle.
Tonight, let’s just be wine.
I am falling behind. Y’all got me unstuck in time.
Sending me back to the future like I’m some Big black Marty McFly
I’m dropping this beat here in the city of my birth
The city that lights and hauls the Planet Earth
See, we be just around the way from where my family used to went to church
At Friendship Baptist, where daddy had his trial sermon and began to serve the Lord
Teachers on strike. Momma walkin the picket line.
Granddaddy calls this place “Scheneticutt.”
Mohawks called it the “Place Beyond the Pines.”
And my day care was around the way with Sister Dix at Refreshing Springs.
And messing around on Proctor’s stage for graduation
Cuz my band picked a song I can’t sing.
I am “unstuck in time,” as Vonnegut says. “So it goes.”
We chased Sambo’s out this town to catch a Jolly Tiger by the toe.
We did it generally and electrically. Like Thomas Alva Edisonally.
I see some of y’all rolling your eyes saying: “That’s just being all politically correctically.”
But it’s really just about opening yo heart and treating other mother fuckers respectfully
So raise your cape! And open your heart like sesame.
This town got the best of me
Y’all can see how it’s effected me
Cuz I will cut you like a vasectomy
If your heart ain’t big enough for Schenectady.
Lord, make me water.
Lord, help me to me flow.
Jesus... walking on the water.
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Buggy Jive Albany, New York
BUGGY JIVE is a soul rock singer-songwriter quietly uploading music from a basement somewhere in Upstate New
York.
Equal parts Zeppelin and D’Angelo and Prince and Joni in sound and sensibility, his lyrics often mine the literature of the past to make sense of the present – from Ellison to Morrison to Eliot to Didion.
“Literary Kravitz,” as some say.
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