if i could re-write history
in words like piano keys
(each tone strikes a cord
until we are both in harmony)
then i would write "we" a symphony,
serenade you with stars,
and up-beat flute music
through depression in our hearts.
i would bend reality to my will
all for your "i will"...

I should make this into a youtube someday. Someone get on me about it and make sure I do? Please and thank you! :)


Airplanes: B.O.B. ft. Hayley Williams
(this is just the rap rewritten, perhaps the podcast is to come...)

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)


I’m wishin on falling stars that come from my eyes
You can call them tears, I call them scars of a former life
I got my back to the wall straight swingin -miracles-!
Like a black single mother. understand that it’s spiritual…
So, I’m wishing on falling scars with the ruefullest grin
Wishing that it’s the last one that I see, again
I know I’m not supposed to tell what I'm wishin' 'bout
But I’m hoping that, for once, I can wish out loud…
Soliloquist conversations: “Dear Self
I ain’t got much left, and it’s all on the top shelf
It seems like all I do is keep on coming up short"
And by Self I mean God, I hope you’re listenin, sport
And by ‘sport’, I mean me. God lookin' MIA
What’s the address to Heaven, so I can On-star Him the way?
I know You know where I live, but You ain’t visited in so long,
That, no disrespect, I thought I’d help You along…


Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)


I put my -soul- on a track til my eyes drip reality
And I can’t hear what you say cause life steady shout at me
If you could only understand what my life is truly like…
if you were only able to see me at night…
Then you might understand my thoughts and my fears
The nightmares that attack when you’re not in my ear
The only thing that I fear…is sleep and my dreams
Die a little every day, something’s gotta change. Yah mean?
I’m swear’n my dreams and Christ are all I’ve got left
Plus my word and my balls, my pen and my fam, def
They’re talking slick promises, but never can deliver
The “she”s keep saying “forever” when they really mean “never”
I’d settle for “right now”, if it was absolute
And I’d settle for being hurt, if it was all truth
But I’ll settle for nothing. I want the whole pie, or no grease
No, what I -would- settle for is a little peace and true sleep…


Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)


(B.o.b. Airplanes lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com.com/bob-airplanes-lyrics.html)

Breathe deeply of this portrait of America that was,
and the America that fights to still be

Found in the back corners of Rockwell paintings
Or lurking inside of empty Mason-jar cups
Where Cool Whip containers become Tupperware
And cups hold re-usable chicken grease
Where Soul Glo’s the hair grease
Picks proclaim Black Power
And every kid is raised by the Nana on the block
Where the fire hydrant sprays like an aquatic dragon
During the hottest of days in the city’s inner streets

America the Beautiful, from purple mountains to potholes
Where every person may pursue the happiness that they choose
My country of origin, the land of my birth
Where my flesh will one day fertilize the earth

America the Beautiful, where eagles fly high
Even after nine-eleven and nine years of “why?”
How beautiful the child’s smile, dimpled with innocence
The wino on the corner opening doors, so chivalrous
The dream and reality. Immigrants and slaves
Manifest Destiny and Tea in the Bay
Coble-stone streets and horse-drawn Amish folk
Stove-pipe hat, eyes of coal, and a button-nose

Where Miss Ella and Sara both sang songs to soothe
And Lady Day sang of Strange Fruit and the blues
The melting pot where “wrong” and “right” sometime seem relative
And any living man may well be your relative

Yellow and black men; red, brown, and white
An entertainer in a G5, a Mormon on a bike
Saturday soul-winning, sawdust-floor revivals
It’s about city-street cleaning and community survival
A plethora of differences, but everything in common
No kings or royalty; you have money, or you’re common
“In God We Trust” as we breathe and stretch
Overpopulation? “Young man, go West!”
Welfare, Healthcare, and HMOs
401k’s and movies named “Blow”

This aromatic air smells of coffee flavored skin
Of butterscotch and buttermilk
White chocolate and mint
Of licorice and chocolate
Bananas and mango
All manner of people, religion, and bent

Be careful how you breathe for the paint is still wet
The edges are still rough, so some colors are seen as threats
This imperfect perfection, the dream of a globe
This “Beautiful, for spacious skies…” country holds my -soul-