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Hope you’re all well. London is both sunny and absolutely freezing at the moment, I think it’s going to be another iced-over winter. I’m looking forward to the days when I don’t have to come to work because of it. Then I can work on playlists all day, which is why we’re all here, right? Of course, you don’t want to hear from me all the time, and truth be told neither do most people here at the site, so make sure you get your best (and worst) playlists submitted to us. Check the Submission Guide on how to do so. Keep those playlists a-comin’!
My playlist today is entitled Poets Union, and it’s a collection of songs featuring my favourite verses, lines, spits and flows. You might look at the list and think that there are some dubious choices, but hopefully I present here an appreciable bunch of lyrics and performances. By way of a blurb, I think I’ll quote a favourite line or two from each of the songs. You can just leave this here and listen to the playlist, or read on for these snippets from the songs.
Take it easy
On Coming From A Broken Home
“Maybe there are homes that are hurt, but there are no real lives that hurting will not reach,
But not broken.
Unless the homes of soldiers stationed overseas, or lost in battles are broken,
Unless the homes of firemen, policemen, construction workers, seamen, railroad men, truckers, pilots
Who lost their lives, but not what their lives stood for”¦
Because men die, men lose, they are lost and they leave.”
“Yeah, the settlers laugh,
You won’t be laughing when your covered wagons crash!
You won’t be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother’s flags into rags!
You won’t be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs! You won’t be laughing!”
“I’m a soldier,
These shoulder’s hold up so much, they won’t budge,
I’ll never fall or fold up,
I’m a soldier,
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble,
I will never slip or stumble.”
Forgot About Dre
“Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off.
What? ‘Cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad,
Tryna get this damn label off?”
Old School Rules
“I draw on anything for inspiration.
A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station.”
“Only one side is allowed to have bombs.
It’s like making a soldier drop his weapon,
Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin’.
Obviously, they came to portion of his fortune,
Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion.”
“Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb.”
“With this mic device I spit nonfiction.
Who got tha power? This be my question.
Tha mass or tha few in this torn nation?
Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?
Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
Tha pig who’s free to murder one Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?”
“Now it’s 96 and white people say, “Forget it.
It’s all in the past.” And some even regret it.
‘Cause they think we’ll set it.
Now my missions to get federal
So I can raise a black family without true devils.
And you know how that goes….”
“‘Rhythm:You have it or you don’t.’
That’s a fallacy.
Every sprouting tree,
Every child apiece,
Every cloud you see.”
Talk To Strangers
“Talk to strangers when the family fails and friends lead you astray
When Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay.”
“Mr. Nichols, you fail to see that you”™ve always stood outside of this window, perched on the threshold of oblivion,
Countless man-made stories above the truth.
For so long you”™ve stood facing the setting sun,
Mistaking the complimentary unified duality of nature as being right or wrong.
Good or evil.
God or devil.”
I Can’t Go To Sleep
“America’s watching, blood-stained ink blotches.
Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college
What’s the sciene? Somebody? This is trick knowledge.”
“And the days of our lives are like beads on a string
and there’s one common end for both beggars and kings.”
Best Of Times
“The most difficult thing that I did was to recite my own words at a service,
Realizing that the person I was addressing probably wasn’t looking down from Heaven,
or cooking up something in Hell’s kitchen,
or trying to listen in or eaves drop from some other dimension.
It was self serving, just like this is.”