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Showing posts with label Moraga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moraga. Show all posts

Friday, March 29, 2024

The Vortext Chronicle(s)

With seas 
your eyes of 
azure greenlit 
sea-foam cares 
hair hard, salt soft 
in wide-strewn spray: 

Perigianne. 
The Greek-ish 
Antipodes 

Know when 
the Cypriot 
looks cool 
and shit 

I'll bind no knot 
to loose you, first 
but by fourth dates 
all claims run void 

The undertow suck 
Takes me first. 

Or this I vow: 

A Wedding Band of surf 
and spray and light and 
sand for one beach day 

whether permits 
the storm goes fast 
but darkness 

fits. 

Saturday, March 16, 2024

intro schema w/ parts sketchy

(KMD sample) "Since the day I was born 
I was on a mission 
Never played out of position
or missing or wishing
I came out kissing was no spank
on the back side 
Just oscillating nurses 
waiting for BLACK [ THAT ] 
guy, I I was talking way 
before I could crawl 
or walk. And what 
the ladies heard 
wasn't baby talk 
I'd drop a line like 
a bomber would drop 
a BOMB. Highly explosive 
but notice I was kool 
and calm, ready 
for action at the age of one the fun 
was just beginning I was winning 
[ hi-hat comes in, some guitar drone ] 
the ladies would come with arms 
open and hoping for a kiss 
and a hug. I'd strip down HAH 
and watch the ladies bug 
I stood up for a while 
then I started walking 
I heard some lady say 
"Look who'se talking" 
That's right baby you 
can't leave me [ HIM! ] 
alone 'cause if you can't 
please me don't tease me 'cause 
I'm [ FULL BAND CRASH 
IN ] BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE 

(former spoken by Mohandas 
Dewese AKA Kool Moe Dee)

Full band (low harmony vocal 
me): WE GOT YOUR YEAR 
IN ROCK RIGHT HEAR, BAE
BAE 

I came to be the one who'd stay 
THE ANTI-NICE the opposite 
of what you meant when you talked 
shhh-T I BACK YOU UP AGAINST 

that wall! Because you're indefensible 
You lost the last 
best chance you had you can pray 
Good luck 
You can Ugly it up, but 
I'm 
The Bad 
(S. Leone inspired guitar line 
and chords) I'M 
THE BAD 
DEEER, NEEER DEEEAH DAHH
AHM 
THE BAAAAD 
get 
off 
mah 
TIP 

CONSPIRACY 
is on my side 
Step to me you get took 
for a ride, they'll lock 
You up 
They'll hide the key 
Don't put your self 
through hell for me 
AHM SO MEAN I MEAN IT ALL
My soul is indestructible 
You really ought to doubt 
your "should" 'cause God 
He is Great, 
Jesus is Good, but 
I'm 

the bad 

(Whistling part) 

toot de doodle doodle doo 
BAH NAH NAHHHHH 
der REET der ROOTLE ROO 
DAR, NAR, NAHHHH
DOOTY DOOTY DOOOOO 
nah nah nah 

DOODLE-TOODLE-TU 

HIT IT 

Spoken: destruction is 
a creative act and I love 
to create so keep the hell 
BACK. 

_________________

Band intro: 
CFO & director of BASS STRINGS
COO & director of BOOM
CEO & lead of strings 

CCO 
& assistant to the director 
of strings 

______________

Band goes in to "DESTROY" 

"Rocking (To-Do)"

Here me out
I'm going to call a party. 
Here and now, inviting 
everybody. Bring 
your girlfriend bring 
your boyfriend bring 
your ex-girlfriend too 
everyone you've ever 
loved or even hated 
will do 

Just 
sit on down discussing, or 
get on up dancing 

State 
your mind or change the state 
your mind is in 

I would never tether you 
over what you hold, dear 
Bring your freaky twelve 
step program or your big 

case of beer 

We got rocking to do 
All man 
We got rocking to do 
All woman 

Now jump on up right 
and just for just one man 

'Cause only one man came 
to take his bird in hand 
shove it back under the bush 
Let it cheep-cheep a bit 

Tell that Courtney, Girl 
Next dive's for me let's 
swim still a bit, We 
Got 
Rocking 
TO-DO 
ALL MAN
has got rocking to DO-OOO, with 
ALL WO-MAAA,HANN 
has got rocking to do 

all man 
doo DAHHHHN HAS GOT 
ROCKIN' TO DOO, EWE 

with 

all 

woe 
mah 

han 


guitar solo? 

Bridge to the chorus 

Plug in the Saba Facebook Army
on backup and give me a front 
row metric ticket, please. 

Good 
girl 
Good 
boy 

Go doggo go

Harmonic Convergence '96

From the hills 
of Moraga I met 
the bull. He stood stock 
still with his big mouth 
full and I strode as I sang 
over those peaceful hills 

the song 

"We Got Rocken To Do" 

It Kills.