Saturday, January 21, 2006

Listening to Wyclef on A Lazy Saturday Early Afternoon (Just Love)

inhale.
wycleeeeeeeef.
inhale.
wyceeeeeeeeeeeef.

The headphones are smart. My ears are thankful.
But the pressure increase is enormous.
Even with my mouth shut.

"trust me when i tell you this
one day you will be missed
someone will replace your kiss
you want to be hard core,
like the rapper jadakiss
Or a thug like me-e-e
will be up in your ho-ouse, ho-ouse, ho-ouse, ho-ouse
cooking breakfast in the morning"

*crackle, crackle,
crackle, crackle*

"... all my people live on."

it's always been more about the feeling inside me
than the sounds in the air;

it's always been more about the feeling inside me
than the sounds of the sounds in the air;

it's always been more about the feeling inside me
than the sounds of the sounds of the sounds in the air.

sounds of the
sounds of the
sounds of the
sounds of the
sounds of the
sounds in the air.

"... so sing along street children..."

it's universal
and divided
and devicise

it's universal.
now, that's love.

it's unversal.
and that's enough.

there's just love.
just love.
just love.
just love.

Just.
Love.

inhale....

wycleeeeeeeef....

in. hale....

wycleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeef.

"...for the love of life, stop it!
... wyclef, we loved the fugees, the score
but did anybody give you any strange package to bring on board.
... when will the violence
say peace
say peace
we don't want no war no more."

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