The Nation is going madcap; voters are like trapped vomit within a plastic bag;
And the Black man defends his nitrous oxide,
All the while viper snakes moan the Tuskegee syphilis blues to pastor
Ku Klux Klan weeds; smoke their flesh out! –
Ain't got the Black man's Nobel Prize for nothin', aye?
Ought to represent these protesters at bigot crossroads;
Each divided Donald as a potential messiah.
Schools of street tramps burn his images over the counter;
So true are the African-American riots.
Now you're flying at memorial day,
Like cops do on the run from gang fire;
Hang on buddy, you'll make it to your grave just in time.
Being worthy of color is a well-paid job,
So I ought to color myself first thing tomorrow morn.
Before I sell my bone marrow on the Republican market,
And before Clinton is caught doing the Monica Lewinsky to Brother Putin.
Mother Russia has never felt trumpier than on these sold out elections.
Because democracy, my children, is the best make believe business of the crooked –
Just like unemployment is the greatest make believe business of the underprivileged in the inner city.
He has been one of god's best votes ever;
The name is Donald. Donald Trump.
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"A most wonderful sound,
i was a fly, flying through a city,
i flew into houses,
saw drug abuse,physical abuse,things that are kept secret to the Naked eye,
I flew over to another part of the city,into another house,
families enjoying their meal,round a table,
i looked upon their children,(don't take that wrong turn in the future for I have just witnessed the other side.)
the Music makes me fly onto the streets,raining,Stars and smogs and smokes visible,
reflections of Neon from puddles,observed by a beggar,
i fly across the road into a jewellery shop,
an old man and a young lady,giggling,trying on diamonds that with my fly vision,I looked into the diamond and I could see death.
the young lady became in slow motion,she looked over at a younger man with pining eyes.
I flew to a Hospital,I witnessed somebody dying from a Gun shot wound,claret a plenty,
surgeons,nurses,doctors,machines working overtime. I flew away from the scene with that familiar sound of a machine making a sound of death.
i flew to a restaurant and sat on some bread,made myself sick and had a snack.
i flew around the cities and Schools,witnessing this very strange place until BANG!!
i flew into silk Steele,oh FUCK!
Music,what a journey!
If I may add,
further on into your beautiful sounds, I saw a room what looked like aboard a vessel of sorts,lights flickering,occasionally showing cryogenic chambers,
the room was shaking violently,A mass light appeared from a window,
The Glass on the chambers reflected liquid fires and I saw faces inside them,
They were sleeping,The rattling noise from your majestic sound became a ship,breaking through Earth's atmosphere."
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"very strange music. like experimental alchemy..."
"The Music gives me the impression of a challenge to pre-established patterns ... and in some way seems approaching to the nature or the core of the human soul. I always have the impression of a journey through different human landscapes..."
released November 9, 2016