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What About Us

[Intro]
La da da da da
La da da da da
Da da da
 
[Verse 1]
We are searchlights, we can see in the dark
We are rockets, pointing up at the stars
We are billions of beautiful hearts
And you sold us down the river too far
 
[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?
 
[Verse 2]
We are problems that want to be solved
We are children that need to be loved
We were willing, we came when you called
But man, you fooled us, enough is enough, oh
 
[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?
 
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?
 
[Bridge]
Sticks and stones they may break these bones
But then I'll be ready, are you ready?
It's the start of us, waking up come on
Are you ready? I'll be ready
I don't want control, I want to let go
Are you ready? I'll be ready
'Cause now it's time to let them know
We are ready, what about us?
 
[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
So what about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?
 
[Outro]
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
 
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
 

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No Love

[Intro]
We're gonna do it like
We're gonna do it like we're supposed to do it
 
[Hook]
Don't nobody got no love for Smith
There ain't no peace, there ain't no justice
And it seem like much of a muchness
But right now I really couldn't care much less
Don't nobody got no love for Smith
There ain't no peace, there ain't no justice
And it seem like much of a muchness
But right now I really couldn't care much less
 
[Verse 1]
I'm the lost, the found
The good penny, the bad pound
Getting me down
That's the reason for me dancing
I shake my tush to the pictures in the music
Immune to the decadence, I found some meaning
Places I've been in, slapping the demons
Cleansing the heathens, Land's End to St. Stephen's
Rhyme with no reason, son of the fifth season
Soon as I'm on the case, soon as I'm leaving
Artisan outlaw, long-time looney
Black George Clooney, moody in the midnight
Fifteen tablets, check my prescription
I seen the shrinks and they say that I'm too pristine
I said I'm too sta-quo with a government health risk
See my todger with the luminous piss
 
Chorus
 
[Verse 2]
Wayward son of a Johnson, no Charlie, no Bronson
Steady we on some, looking to lump sum
Pull up a gumption, thanks for your function
There ain't no assumption
She said, 'Me know son, please bring the lotion
For good body tou'ing with the good body motion'
Bitter or habitual
Flinging my bling-bling, this my inkling, to walk with the in-thing
Outernational ghetto hoo-rah
Big-time passion, splash the hoopla
Cigars on pushbikes, first-class flights
First-class trains, people look at me strange
They don't know my name but they know my pain
Cause I'm the dude in the corner getting steadily caned
 
Chorus
 
[Verse 3]
As the hip-hop Holy Ghost touches my spirit
I'm spiritually uplifted, that's what the spirit did
And now I'm known and I'm prone to the feeling of having a buff pocket but still wanna go stealing
Rap life, you should've taught me better
From the very first day when I very first met ya
I seen the trends, the fads and the phases
The whole host of points of view brought to the stages
The sound of 'P' made me feel more conscious
Tuned up my mind to the system design, but
Those were the days, the era of yester
Now the whole scene's progressed to pimps and OGs
Now I'm the fogey kicking the bogey
With nothing in between and no place for me
Yes I'll take to the trends and split the cliches
I'm a pimpernel man, U-V-A
Defender of the soul fight and the soul decay
Cause no...
Nobody
 
Chorus
 

Strange Meeting

It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
 
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, -
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
 
With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
“Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
 
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
 
“I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now...'
 

Mad Passionate Love

They was makin' mad, passionate love
Mad, passionate love
There in the park they was 'appy as a lark
Billin' and cooin'
They was makin' mad, passionate love
Mad, passionate love
There all alone, in a world of their own
Doin' their wooin'
 
He whispered 'I love you
My 'eart's all a twitter over you
We'll feather a love nest
If you love me too'
 
They was makin' mad, passionate love
Mad, passionate love
Then the lightning flashed
An' the thunder crashed
So the two little birdies flew away
So the two little birdies flew away
 
(He whispered 'I love you
My 'eart's all a twitter over you
We'll feather a love nest
If you love me too')
 
They was makin' mad, passionate love
Mad, passionate love
Then the lightning flashed
An' the thunder crashed
So the two little birdies flew away
So the two little birdies flew away
Aaahhh
 

Voices

(for Lucille)

Our voices race to the towers, and up beyond
the atmosphere, to the satellite,
slowly turning, then back down
to another tower, and cell. Quincy,
Toi, Honoree, Sarah, Dorianne,
Galway. When Athena Elizalex calls,
I tell her I'm missing Lucille's dresses,
and her shoes, and Elizabeth says 'And she would say,
'Damn! I do look good!'' After we
hang up, her phone calls me again
from inside her jacket, in the grocery store
with her elder son, eleven, I cannot
hear the words, just part of the matter
of the dialogue, it's about sugar, I am
in her pocket like a spirit. Then I dream it —
looking at an illuminated city
from a hill, at night, and suddenly
the lights go out — like all the stars
gone out. 'Well, if there is great sex
in heaven,' we used to say, 'or even just
sex, or one kiss, what's wrong
with that?!' Then I'm dreaming a map of the globe, with
bright pinpoints all over it —
in the States, the Caribbean, Latin America,
in Europe, and in Africa —
everywhere a poem of hers is being
read. Small comfort. Not small
to the girl who curled against the wall around the core
of her soul, keeping it alive, with long
labor, then unfolded into the hard truths, the
lucid beauty, of her song.

15 Feb '10