| Monday, September 08, 2003 |
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To commemorate the new blog title and mindset of the beat gen and subculture...here's the groove for you: best done with a black turtleneck, goatee while being armed with a bongo and really cool incense.
Oh Lord, Good God, the Omni present Groovy One
I bid thee to forgive us
For if we are the sum of all that we own
Then take pity on us
For we amount to zilch.
Yes all Seeing One, beat us silly
WIth a big willy nilly (whatever)
That which we own, we take not with us
When the heavens claim their own
but hell, we try. (forgive that phrase)
Gucci, Mucci, Mambo Jambo, we collect
Like a starved glutton let loose at a buffet
forgive us, for we think by buying class, we become class
It's crass.
Oh beatmaster, with the moves so slick
Tell me, Oh Mighty One, what makes you tick?
For if I am made in your mould, how can i be so cheap
As not to know right from wrong, and to speak with a voice so deep
I besiege thee to look upon us with pity
For we forget the nitty gritty
Of what it means to be human, to care and to love
Instead, Oh Good One, we roast thy dove
in the name of Bilateral Agreements and Most Favoured Nation Status
I know, you think it's so tasteless
Show us the way, make us see
That really, to live is just to be
Humble and kind
So we bind
As one.
- taken from Trigger issue 008 |
posted by maldita @ 2:35 PM
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