Who here's heard the heated words of Saul? Is it just me, or is this stuff brilliant? The fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence as i take flight on bolts of lighting claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me i of the storm you of the sea we of the moon land of the free what have i done to deserve this? am i happy? happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle-class existence i see through smiles and smell truth in the distance beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter lies are hereafter where tears echo laughter youÕd have to do math to divide a smile by a tear times fear equals mere truth. i simply delve in the air and if thatÕs the case, all i have to breath and all else will follow, thatÕs why drums are hollow, and i like drums drums are good but i cant think straight i lack the attention span to meditate my attention spans galaxies here and now are immense seconds are secular, moments are mine, self is illusion, musicÕs divine. noosed by the strings of jimmyÕs guitar i swing purple hazed pendulum hypnotizing the part of i that never dies, look into my eyes are the windows of the soul. itÕs fried chicken collies and cornbread, its corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil. its the stolen blood of the earth, used to make cars run and kill the fish. who me? i play scales. the scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas my sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen tress and we are the echoes of eternity, echoes of eternity, echoes of eternity maybe you heard of us, we do rebirths, revokes and resurrections we threw basement parties in pyramids, i left my tag on the wall, the beats would echo of the stone and solidify into the form of light bulbs, destined to light of the heads of future generations theyÕre releasing it up in the form of ohm. Maybe you heard of us. If not then you must be trying to hear us, in such cases we canÕt be heard we remain in the darkness unseen, in the center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception, clothed to the naked eye, five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence and that's the only fact, in fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and iÕll telegram iÕll hologram iÕll telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. god and i are one. times moon times star times sun, the factor is me, you remember me, i slung amethyst rocks on saturn blocks Ôtil i got caught up by earthling cops. they wanted me for their army or whatever. picture me, i swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be today, tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything else. i am simply saturn swirling sevenths through sooth the sole living air of air and I, and, and all else follows. reverberating the space inside of drum hollows. package and bottles and chips and tomorrow then sold to the highest nigga. i swing to the tallest tree, lynched by the lowest branches of me, praying that my physical will set me free cause iÕm afraid that all else is vanity mere language is profanity, iÕd rather hum or have my soul tattooed to my tongue and let the scriptures be sung in gibberish as words be simple fish in my soulquarium. and intellect canÕt swim so i stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock. iÕm tired of trying to understand. perceptions are mangled matted and knotted anyway. life is more than what meet the eye and I, so elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurb and your thoughts leave you third (eye)solated. no man is an island but i often feel alone, so i find peace through OM.
your not the only one, his albums are amazing. I first heard of him at Bonnaroo when i seen his show, he blew me away. But i dont think you can label him as hip-hop.
I've only heard "September 12th" awesome awesome, until it gets to that part near the end that has some really out of place beatboxing (where the tempo is picked up)
He went to my school once like 2 years ago and my class had him twice a week. He was doing some poetry stuff.
what school did you go to? I'm falling up flights of stairs, scraping myself from the sidewalk, jumping from rivers to bridges, drowning in pure air. Hip Hop is lying on the side of the road, half dead to itself. Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh, like jazz, stuffed into an oversized record bag. Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition. Diamond studded teeth strewn like rice at karma's wedding. The ring bearer bore bad news. Minister of information wrote the wrong proclamation. Now everyone's singing the wrong song. Dissonant chords find necks like nooses. That nigga kicked the chair from under my feet. Harlem shaking from a rope, but still on beat. "Damn that loop is tight." Nigga, found a way to sample the way the truth the light. Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight. Niggas are gonna die. Cop car swerves to the side of the road. Hip Hop takes its last breath. The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter onto a yellow pad, then balls the paper into his hand, deciding he'd rather free-style. "You have the right to remain silent." You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to remain silent. And maybe you should have before your bullshit manifested.
Yeah...I gotta admit that I am not into hip-hop or rap really... But man, Saul Willims I like! I saw him on MTV (God forgive me...I am weak) and he blew me away. I will listen to Public Enemy and NWA on occassion. Yeah...I know...they're like 15-20 years old...but what the hell. That was my two cents.
.....ever since i came across him...or him to me... I've bought everything he's ever spoken written..spat...souled.. I had the chance to see him live months ago.. Unlike anything in this realm. It further allowed me to taste and just immerse..in the understanding.. truley..just.. ah.
i saw him live once when i saw the mars volta he's a crazy, crazy man. talking about hummers on the moon and ish
