Hip Hop in the Northeast of England

Chris you have to remember not to rap this as it will sound like Goldie Looking Chain but worse.

The theme should be church-y?

When I were a lad, Hip-Hop WERE Hip-Hop
See Malcolm X preaching on Yorkshire Cliff Top!
So come back with me as we burn fifteen candles
(When I had a C.B. and I had my own handle)

A Verse and a curse, packed lunch and sandwiches
School boy and Sony would merge with the Bitches
But "Ho-s" and misogeny always felt wrong
(and I wanted to state that early in the song)

My-Black-Psalms-made-my-"friends"-restless
Their cultural zenith? Whitesnake and their set list!
And as they stacked shelves at weekends at Netto
I studied the scriptures of ghetto libretto

I took my Eucharist with P.E. and Def Jam
NWA and The Real Roxanne on
c-90 sermons with pent up performances
MY Sonic Sustenence and Hip Hop Hypothesese!

The only phat beetz around these parts
Grew in Saltburn allotments with artichoke hearts
I, Podgy-Faced Pioneer sticking to sea coal
Lonely Rap pilgrim, North East culture-hole

Obscuring the Sound of The Surf and the land
I fucked up my mum and dad's stereogramme
When trying to mix beats and with none of them matching
Offending my Gran with my ill fated scratching

See, there's one thing I have to tell you
I don't know if you heard don't know if you heard
It's that Hip Hop in The North East of England
Can be absurd Can be absurd

Now any good beat boy or girl will tell you that
The difference 'tween the hip hop and the rap
Hip Hop is the life and t'other's the song
I'd be really ashamed if I got this wrong

And even before they coined the term Bling
I didn't buy Gold or a cheap Ratner's ring
Hang with the homies that would have seemed mad to me
Besides, my town only had just one black family

So in the tradition of keeping it real
I did try some more on my school's reel to reel
I'd be lying when saying the results were spectacular
But I learned not to fuse rap with my vernacular

And as time went on it ocurred to me that
I never was going to carry a gat
And although, generally, I was in sonic heaven
I couldn't afford an AK47

My walkmans' headphones to my ear-bones alone
I thought of my friends with their dull metal clones
While I contemplated untied sneaker shoes
Forgive them f'ther for they know not what they choose.

possible midi to expand on :
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/d/a/daretobe.htm

Ani, have you been to Patagonia?

No, but I have been to
Earth's Driest Place:
Chile's Atacama Desert

And Australia's Pinnacles of Nambung is nice.

So,
In the largest GYPSUM Dune
In the deepest crevasse
In the narrowest SLOT Canyon

And
Near the Earth's biggest MUSHROOM rock
And in superheated vents deep deep undersea
With BLIND shrimp and GIANT tube worms

Scientists think lightning switched on the PRIMAL SOUP.

The Joint Global Ocean Flux Study

Pacific Ocean Means Peaceful Ocean!
Rift Valleys and Fault Zones

The ice took on
The colours of the sun

Rose and reddish yellows
Weathering grey faces
Crystilline corners
Razored edges

Then I swam down to:
The Bentley Subglacial Trench
2537 Metres below sea level

Volcano Talk

THE VERY CONTOURS OF OUR WORLD
CAN CHANGE OVERNIGHT

MAGMA AND STEAM AND VOLCANIC ASH
FLINGING VAST QUANTITIES OF SUPERHOT ROCK

DECAPITATING A MOUNTAIN
LEAVING A HEADLESS BURNT OUT RUIN

YOU CAN STILL SEE THE MARKS ON THE HILLSIDE
WHERE THE FIGHT FOR LIFE TOOK PLACE

Three Volcanoes

1631 Vesuvius killed 4,000 mainly from ashflow
1803 Krakatoa killed 36,417 mainly from Tsunami
1902 Santa Maria killled 4,500 mainly from resulting disease

Find rhymes for this and the others :

Thirty Six Thousand Four Hundred and Seventeen
(Kathleen, Obscene, Halloween, Routine, Submarine, Yellow Green)

Tsunami
(Army, Affecting Christian, Atheist and Islami / Swami)

Eighteen O Three
(Banshee, Pot Pourri, An Intolerable Degree)

Warp And Weft

Warp and Weft
Eleven Benevolent Elephants
An Argyle Gargoyle
A Murder of Crows
John F Kennedy
Jury Service
The Bikini Alert States
007
Blood Group Compatibility
Man Alive
More Than Eleven
Tweak of The Thumb, 51
Bang on the Drum, 71
Plasma/ White Cells/ Red Cells
Chin to Cranium
Ear to Ear
Trophosphere
Tropopause
Stratosphere
Exosphere
St Luke is The Patron Saint of Artists
A Bloody War on A Sickly Season
Tachycardia
The Ridge over The Top Lip

Sex, Sugar And The Broken Hearted

Are you really, TRUELY hungry ?
Do you really NEED a biscuit?
Maybe pour yourself some water?
Cos I'm not sure you should risk it?

Sex and Sugar for The Broken Hearted
Nectar in The Veins for Those Who Parted
A fleeting lid on satiating
Minutes later, back to berating

In the mirror, in the shower
Gritting teeth wars with willpower
Put a lock onto your fridge
Nothing in there builds a bridge

Dot's Gospel

Idea

With the help of Eastenders researchers, look at all the occurances where Dot Cotton cites a Biblical Scripture. Then take the storyline at the time that she was going through and make a project based on the correlations, forming a kind of “Gospel of Dot.”

Shopping List Fun at Realfoods 1

Shopping List Fun at Realfoods

Big Jar of Yeast Extract for B12
Big Jar of Crunchy Peanut Butter
Big Jar of Low Sugar Jam
Big Jar of Pear and Apple Spread

Thesauras Fun at Waterstones 1

Dictionary and Thesauras Fun at Waterstones

1. Incandescent
2. Sign-Writer
3. Signet Ring
4. Deep Seated
5. Liquidation

Late April 2005

The Granton Requiem

The Granton Requiem

The Zoo Museum Warehouse
On a working class estate
The Guard there knows me well enough
To smile raising the gate

A hundred thousand wooden cubes
Of hides and teeth and bones
Like the last shot in chapter one
Of Indiana Jones

A curious creature pickle
Requiem-like in formaldehyde
Suspended in it’s jar
I very nearly cried

Asymmetrically limbed
When production line created
Designed by mere whim
It was swiftly liquidated

Born in a clumsy body
Neither skilled in fight or flight
I left work for bed and cocoa
I thought about it through the night

My Third Eye / Windows Song Notes

My Third Eye Notes

I’m so bleary eye-d, It’s even foggy in my 3rd Eye

Kiss Me Now
Kiss Me Then
Kiss Me Doll
Kiss Me Hen
Roll with Me, Lass
On the softening Grass
So the whole world
Can see your tattoo-ed ass.

But it will never work
It’s a Fact
You Are Windows
And I am Mac

Kiss Me Now
Kiss Me Then
Kiss Me Doll
Kiss Me Hen
One step forwards
Nine steps back
You’re on Manoeuvres
Under Attack, It’s a fact
You are Windows
I am Mac