29 July 2012

I want my soul city back

Conversation between two monkeys chained inside a broken box with singular small window that looks out a violet river sitting a spectacular soul city of incredible wall graffiti, touching words and never-ending love and warmth:

Red monkey: It’s not funny I thought it was most tempting.
Black monkey: Are we chained for life or what?
Red monkey: Yes we are bound forever and can never be in that soul city anymore.
Black monkey: Is it all because of that peanut we ate?
Red monkey: Don’t forget the gatekeeper warned us beforehand.
Black monkey: But then whoever thought a peanut was forbidden?
Red monkey: It’s peanut from inside but diamond from outside.
Black monkey: Should I agree with you?
Red monkey: You’re late now enjoy the life in bondage.

Black monkey: I want my soul city back.

22 July 2012

I know how to unbelong the world and sing

In front of the glossy gate there goes this role model
I'm a super slave i'm a super caucasian slave
Buy me and will do all lickin stuff and know what
I'm bery bery proactive bery creative
Europe africa or asia me is the most seductive
I'm a super slave i'm a super caucasian slave.


A deafening thump fills the altogether air
The king shows up on the big digital screen
And stomps I’m a devil bludsuker by burth
Iaam bery bery keen I’m the dustbin king
I’m a big hole in this sleeping city
Fill me and live in my sleeping city
Iaam bery bery keen I’m the dustbin king.

It’s a stranje world behind the shiny ball
Praising the mindless outer
When the inside rolling to falling legs
And pressing the genius inner.
So what if I don’t sell so what if I’m not a hole
So what if I’m not a slave so what if I’m not the king
So what if I don’t belong to the sleeping city
I know what to do in the rain
I know how to unbelong the world and sing.