I am
I am searching
I am searching for faith, beauty and hip-hop
I am searching for all those who died between hip hop and heaven
And all souls set adrift and free from bedlam
With headstrong lyrics that rise like smoke from silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the thunder with the rasping edge
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies, serpentine roads and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we really lost our century in an hour?
Are we devoured by blind faith in the powers that be?
Are these words as tense as drawn bow strings?
Shall we rebuild the tears like sap from rubber trees?
Answer me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down jackets with your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
Answer me you soliloquists with clenched fists ‘round the mike
Answer me you angels in adidas
Tell me
Do m.c.’s still howl rhymes into the purple black of midnight?
Do they still fight to make arrangements with deities courting them with a jangle of gold and silver bangles on their wrist?
I need yearning voices of mangled passion
I need rehearsed create those style of faith and fashion
I’m searching for hip-hop beats, stomping feet to implore the ? ? ringing across the seagulls to muffle the sun
I’m searching for perfumed cherry blossoms and ?
You see there will be no toast to the future in the banquet table of ?
No golden petals weaving a carpet of light
No hint of arrogance on puckered lips
No wind-swept islands and dreams of sun-lit silence
No riot of flowers and beauty magnified through outmost attention
And no free-style incantations to save the souls of man
I’m peeling off your straitjacket so you feel the sun my friend
I want wings, a feather, and booms so we can fly like birds to better lands
I’m wondering
I’m wondering how temples are now smokestacks
I’m up all night in silvery moonlight with palms of ? ?
Who stole my afro-pick?
Who licked my fingertips to sooth scratches from the vinyl groove?
Has anybody seen faith, beauty and hip hop?
I have to find faith, beauty and
Hip hop

Quote van de dag:

Who stole my afro-pick?
Who licked my fingertips to sooth scratches from the vinyl groove?
Has anybody seen faith, beauty and hip hop?
I have to find faith, beauty and Hip hop

Attica Blues, Test Don’t Test Lyrics from The Quest

Iets wat in deze video subtiel wordt verbeeld is een besef dat ik mijn hele kindertijd heb gehad. Sinds mijn kindertijd heb ik het als een vreemde toevalligheid van het lot beschouwd dat dit leven hier zoveel kansen biedt. Dat in vergelijking met een ander mensenleven welk op hetzelfde momentum op een andere plek in deze wereld is begonnen. Is dat de lulligheid van karma?

End Exploitation and Trafficking
video for MTV’s Exit Campagn
http://www.mtvexit.org/

Zo de vakantie is geboekt!

Hehe eindelijk, ik ben er een week tussenuit.
Naar een yoga retreat van Orit Sen Gupta LINK.
eMails worden na 24 januari weer beantwoord. Mzzltf George.

In het artwork van Heidi Wyders nieuwe CD werden enkele tekeningen en foto’s van me gebruikt. Deze bloemenslinger die ik in 2004 in Varanasi tekende staat centraal in het ontwerp. Best mooi gedaan.

“Always forgive
Keep balance
Feel no Anger. no tension.
Always feel Love
Bless people always
Only Soul, nothing else,
Search for that soul in you
Become more and more aware
Find Atman (soul), find peace
This is more than love
This is much higher”

Heidi Wyder/ You are The One
Met de stem van mijn Guruji.

Bestel de CD hier: myspace.com/heidiwyder of hier kriyasource.com

And also a new album by Radiohead, (Underworld and Radiohead, I have flashbacks to the nineties).