Pixels
by
Patrick Jean
by
Patrick Jean
Currently reading:
The Doors of Perception
by
Aldous Huxley
"To be shaken out of the ruts of ordinary perception,
to be shown for a few timeless hours the outer and inner world,
not as they appear to an animal obsessed with
survival or to a human being obsessed with words and notions,
but as they are apprehended, directly and unconditionally."
inspired by William Blake's quote
"If the doors of perception were cleansed
everything would appear to man as it is,
infinite"
DEF POETRY JAM
Sarah Jones
"Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
The real revolution ain't about booty size
The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you don't drives
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls
Baby your Notorious revolution
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche, in my bush
Your revolution will not be killing me softly, with Fugees
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring no plan
And produce little future MCs
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a Jeep
With LL, hard as hell, you know doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Your revolution will not be you smacking it, flipping it or rubbing it down
Nor will it take you downtown or humpin' around
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not have me singing, ain't no nigga like the one I got
And your revolution will not be sending for no drip, drip VD shot
And your revolution will not involve me, feeling your nature rise
Helping you fantasize
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
No no, not between these thighs
Oh, my Jamaican brother, your revolution will not make you feel bombastic
And really fantastic
And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic
You will not be touching your lips with my triple dip of french vanilla,
butter pecan, chocolate delux
Or having Akinyele's dream, hmm a 6 foot blowjob machine, hmm
You want to subjugate your Queen? Uh huh
Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cause you made me a few bucks?
Please brother please
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
And making me believe I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown
Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed
And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes
I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego
We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common sense
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense
But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status
To express what you feel
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs.
Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real revolution
You know I'm talking about the revolution
When it comes, it's gonna to be real"
Erykah Badu
"Friends, fans, artists must meet.
Which one are you, which one is me?
Friends, fans, artists must beat.
Which one are you, which one are me?"
WAKE UP YOU SLEEPY HEAD PLAYLIST
Sogg- AMIINA
Terrapin- BONOBO
Song 1- DJ KRUSH
O'Venezia Venaga Venusia- NINO ROTA
Le Long De La Riviere Tendre- SEBASTIEN TELLIER
Billie Holiday- WARPAINT
New York, New York- CAT POWER
Six Underground- SNEAKER PIMPS
The Rip- PORTISHEAD
Desafinado- JOAO GILBERTO
Stardust- JOHN COLTRANE
Quand Les Ghettos Bruleront- FONTAINE & ARESKI
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