Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

...the song and then
it really begins, I'm
talkin' bout real "LIVIN!"
I'm a bird soundin
hear the trick or treat
turn it all around
it's all bout livin
lookin at 2 am. stars
beaches
dust of fairie tales
dippers
jack the rippers
streets of poe and mo poe people
punctuation and language
torn asunder
as under
kurosawa's bridge
depths
bowels of twilight zones
on the outer limits
of bamboozled
yes we were there
shitkickers writing the
everblasting
poetry be thy name
no blame, nor shame
just ham and bacon
eggs so easy in the frying pan
no pig out mind ya
children of the word
hallow be thy Action
et spiritu sanctu
divinorum................

ah da man is live,
supersized rhymin' to the
beat of a conga, still singin'
poe-tree songs all along
the BWI highhhhhway,
ramblin' 'em out with a
whisper 'n' shout, gettin'
down to it and i can hear
his words ring in my ear
while i stare out the misty
window, watchin birds and
squirrels know spring
is almost here ...
yah da man is alive!
so clear his voice and i am
trippin' on it, man,
yeah, trippin' on it, brotha!