Today I went wading through the creek and conquered the island. Then we made a black power rasta cake! The fist is red because we humans all bleed the same. Black power!
土曜日, 6月 25, 2011
BLACK POWER!
Today I went wading through the creek and conquered the island. Then we made a black power rasta cake! The fist is red because we humans all bleed the same. Black power!
水曜日, 6月 08, 2011
CONTRAST
"The wise speak only of what they know, Gríma son of Gálmód. A witless worm have you become. Therefore be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving-man till the lightning falls." - Lord of the Rings, J.R. Tolkien 1954
"This is the number one song in heaven
Written, of course, by the mightiest hand
All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master
They always follow the Master and his plan
If you should die before you wake
If you should die while crossing the street
The song that you'll hear, I guarantee
The one that's the rage up here in the clouds
Loud as crowd or soft as a doubt
Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing
The song filters down, down through the clouds
It reaches the earth and winds all around
And then it breaks up in millions of ways
It goes la, la, la...
In cars it becomes a hit
In your homes it becomes advertisements
And in the streets it becomes the children singing... " - Sparks 1979
"You wanna know what we say in da club?
A bay bay
Whites folks, gangstas and the thugs
A bay bay
...
When I see a bad chick I'm hollerin' out
A bay bay, a bay bay
I hope y'all ain't wit ya boyfriendz
'Cause I don't care what dey say
And I don't care what he say or she say
I'm in da DJ booth takin' pictures wit da DJ" - Hurricane Chris 2007
"This is the number one song in heaven
Written, of course, by the mightiest hand
All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master
They always follow the Master and his plan
If you should die before you wake
If you should die while crossing the street
The song that you'll hear, I guarantee
The one that's the rage up here in the clouds
Loud as crowd or soft as a doubt
Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing
The song filters down, down through the clouds
It reaches the earth and winds all around
And then it breaks up in millions of ways
It goes la, la, la...
In cars it becomes a hit
In your homes it becomes advertisements
And in the streets it becomes the children singing... " - Sparks 1979
"You wanna know what we say in da club?
A bay bay
Whites folks, gangstas and the thugs
A bay bay
...
When I see a bad chick I'm hollerin' out
A bay bay, a bay bay
I hope y'all ain't wit ya boyfriendz
'Cause I don't care what dey say
And I don't care what he say or she say
I'm in da DJ booth takin' pictures wit da DJ" - Hurricane Chris 2007
日曜日, 6月 05, 2011
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