2008/07/20

Osirus

Two days after
Ol' Dirty passed
Harry Bornstein
duct taped a 40 oz.
to Allen Memorial Art Musuem
and renamed it in Dirt Mccgirt's honor

Ol' Dirty's Officla Mixtape

so begins

my beef w/ allmusic.com



July 20, 2008 The Fugees-The Score

Laurel Canyon California circa 1968:

San Martín

Meet me at the corner of Jorge Luis Borges and Avenida Santa Fe, and we'll walk a block to Kentucky Pizza. Later I'll take you down Thames, to MALOUVA and there we ingest Malbecs from 2004 and beyond. Oh the future is grand, as we take a turn down to Hollywood, not so far away, but as Liberacci rolls over in his grave, we take in all the sights of Mundo Bizarro's brand of brutish behavior. A quick survey, the scene, a sighting of slight figures, slim, slow, sultry figures, locomotive motor train whistle blowing through my brains.

Again, Levon Helm will simply not leave my head, his drumming too idiosyncratic.

You better stop and think about what you're doing:

The Solution

Before

Before there were hipsters
there was Harry
Before there was ketchup
there was corn syrup

Out in Dubai
they're building
a man made island where
it's land locked
and dry
so why change
the world
for some
white
collar
tourists?

Before they brought back
the dead of next year
they tried their hardest
to squeeze the square peg
in to the round hole

Vagina
anti-inflammatory
Eric Mangini
formerly of Foxboro's
fine facilities

There's a plague
and it's eating away at
the population's base
and we worry
when our parents say
that we are more spoiled
than they are
because we see
first hand
the destruction of man
and we think that it's
time to place blame
not upon ourselves
us, we're great
and progressive
and kind
and we might be
running late
but surprise!
we're resiliant
little carnivorous
mammals
and we'll move on
when we find
the real source
of our divine
worrying over
the race of life's sport


No support, none whatsoever, as we cascade down the mountainside's cool breeze's glide, reminiscent of a bath in KY, I wonder why I didn't cover my face. The awkward moment, like a fart at a funeral, left cupid to wander and wonder if his arrows were defectively plumed; I told you I loved you, you told me confusion, I guess I don't listen while speaking, but who does anyways, am I so far inside my own head that I can't see the problems are remedies? 420 friendly listed on craiglist for apartments in New Amsterdam, time to get my brain fixed.