Harmony Holiday - B-Sides from my idol tryouts lyrics

1. Just like in true life The wild geese approaching treason, now federated along one keep May we find a rafter 2. I like the way you don't Go into the cabin That is how I like it: methodically, mythically, my accidents are protests Are my only protests, they are never accidents 3. We even misprism the past Turn our waltz on the face of another To turn on To turn against Opposite statements that express the same, sometimes, or binary like the lines: Man is something to be overcome, what you you done to overcome him Or Just how far can you push the heroic guy to being evil And how far can you push the villain to being somebody you can Care about Or Floodtide beneath you, I see you face to face 4. Check out your mind Masquerading with dawn It was invented by the press Press harder (press not push) The bell, the liquor, the deck of card crisp hardships surfacing as clovers and nights at his club getting low, if they ask you to sell them, don't On the Corner, (side 1) try Thinking of one thing and doing another 4. Repeat: But we are Only getting rich in order to repeat these trips 5. But we are getting rich in order... So neither group can be understood except in relation to the other As in/ As out/ As excuses for true stories— It's just that his pa**ion costumes his thoughts Not just his past Not just a fat vacation Sunday Also an emaciated smoke break Also broken into images of smoke The way smoke moves From tobacco Or factory chimney Your mouth Your vandalised memory In order To get rich Someone has to work there and believe it into disappearance 6. Wealth: I am farmers/I am a thief Fame money/anonymous fame/factory farmed/black thief/by black I mean/ Buy black I mean We are what sells Thinking to ourselves: Something in me wishes this wasn't my poem— That emotion is glory or— Still? 7. Compliments: The only one I want is (the) speechless/ Ness, (he) nestled in me bold and hip like a broken risk 8. Peaty Greene, Casius X (who's that) Jack Johnson, Blind Tom Wiggans, Bama the Village Poet, Gregor Samson, Fred Hampton, Josephine Baker, Lester Young, will you give up your d**h for me? Teach me why I am a destiny 9. If you think about me, and you ain't gonna do no revolutionary act, forget about me, I don't want myself on your mind 10. Anyway, innocence. Man is something to be overcome, what have you done to overcome him. Digitally pacing the stage as his future and his past, a full body holograph of 2Pac Shakur. But then when he got shot no b**hes came out, no music, nothin'. Just some critics' unphased mumblings: man you were marvelous but your co-star the gun was a bit over the top 11. Rehearsal for God Bless the Child I wanna get it right Let's start with 'rich relations' Green sides of goldsides I immediately had to get a drum instructor a trumpet teacher and a sword twirling coach. Get your silence together. Hope is final 12. Super soul/supra soul/hip hop's egoless self-agrandisement is the next Toll/phase on the free/way, high/way, autoroute, or space between proof and privacy in loose weather 13.The man you love is walking home in Hollywood. 5 or 6 police cars come up, about 8 cops around. You fit the description, you always fit the description, you fit the description of a robbery in the area. A black guy, wearing jeans, 5'8," the whole thing 14. He had dreams of really hitting it big with his stereo store He'd play samples of Caetano Veloso singing 9 out of ten movie stars make me cry, I'm alive!, or— One thing leads to another, but the kid is not my son or god bless the child that's got his own - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23017#sthash.idUggLS8.dpuf