Posts Tagged ‘Music’

Lyric: “Examination of What” (Digable Planets)

December 4, 2007

one day..while I was sipping some groove juice I realised..that in the
span of time we’re just babies..it’s all relative, time is unreal.

we’re just babies, we’re just babies, man (x 4)

every man’s a planet and the props are there to get it
insects roll together with the spirit in our orbit
life, it comes & goes and you do not punch a clock
I don’t take shit for granted, I think of scott la rock
also of tyrel and battles at the borders
my cousins in the joint and the homeless grippin quarters
the forests are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinkin
don’t cover up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin!
dwellin, yes, you’re dwellin as the norm is itty-bitty
figure eighty-fitty for a smidgen of the city
in the serengetti, be ready for a box
but beware of the shanks and the pistols and the glocks
if your peoples don’t getcha, you still ain’t off clean
the politicians’ mask is worse than Hallowe’en
I write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick ’em
now tell me who’s the vics and tell me who’s the victim

chorus [butterfly]

what is really what is really what is really what:
– if the funk don’t move your butt
– and if the box don’t make you hot
– and if the cats don’t dig the raps
– if your life ain’t got no spice
– or if the guns just wreck your fun
– or if some shouts ain’t in the house
– or if your crew ain’t down with you
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Lyric

December 4, 2007

FLAMING

(Syd Barret)

Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown.
Yippee! You can’t see me
But I can you.
Lazing in the foggy dew
Sitting on a unicorn.
No fair, you can’t hear me
But I can you.
Watching buttercups cup the light
Sleeping on a dandelion.
Too much, I won’t touch you
But then I might.
Screaming through the starlit sky
Travelling by telephone.
Hey ho, here we go
Ever so high.
Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown.
Yippee! You can’t see me
But I can you.

Lyric

December 4, 2007

INNER LIGHT (george harrison)
Without going out of my door
I can know all things of earth
With out looking out of my window
I could know the ways of heaven

The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows

Without going out of my door
You can know all things of earth

With out looking out of my window
You could know the ways of heaven

The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows

Arrive without travelling
See all without looking
Do all without doing…

Profile: Terry Riley

November 25, 2007


Born in Colfax, California, 1935.

This revolutionary composer proposed new ways of exploring the artificial labyrinth of sonoric patterns. Electric mantras cyclically weaved in search of transcending the usual dimensions of recorded sound. He is considered as one of the most significant contributors to the creation and development of minimalist music, which was based in a mixture-distortion of serialism, indeterminacy and, over all, (a)tonality.

During the 60´s and 70´s, Terry Riley became famous for his “all night flights” which included sonoric improvisations of Riley’s organ harmonium and tape-delayed saxophone playing non-stop sessions that lasted from eight to twelve hours.

Influenced by Karl Heinz Stockhausen, Riley has worked, among many others, with La Monte Young, Steve Reich, Rova Saxophone Quartet and John Cale. Big league musicians like Philip Glass, Toru Takemitsu, Kronos Quartet and Scratch Orchestra, have performed his compositions.

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