May 2010
2 posts
Janelle Monae, "Neon Valley Street"
“We met alone, forbidden in the city Running fast through time like Tubman and John Henry But the time was wrong Illegal aliens moaned It’s such a pity that the city’s just a danger zone Atomic blues bombing hearts like Iraqis in Babylon The droid control will take your soul and rate it Berate, slay it You hate it and debate it but you don’t get caught And outlaw...
Bless What I Stole
A Prayer If there were coins among us, there would be no need for blessings And the fullness of feeding and sleeping would not bleed away before it could be felt But tonight we mourn for these comforts; too angry to lament and too tired to raise our heads, we threaten To burn holes into the air around ourselves and disappear Yea, but those of us who remain labor to keep pity at bay We yell...
