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Truth or Dare

Cast: Cassandra Scerbo, Brytni Sarpy, Mason Dye, Harvey Guillen, Alexxis Lemire, Luke Baines, Ricardo Hoyos, Christina Masterson, Heather Langenkamp

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Mason

It is but natural
to commit crime.
It is but natural
to get punished.

There are commission
and ommission
and you my mason
make all correction.

That I can take
free respiration
in this temple of
devotion.

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Harvey

The whirlpool of controversies to ignite a spark,
And like an Irish-born with words to the masses!
For i want to do the unthinkable with my lover and,
My name is Harvey with her calabash of love.
Yes, her calabash full of water!
Because i am in this unfair world with the parking lot;
And i need time to understand her well being.

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Tie-Dye Sky

In the future flying cars
In the future we're on mars
In the future there's world peace
The future you will never leave
Those things are hopeful rants
Daydreams of a hopeless man
Told of grades he pisses pants
Scarred by ignorance
Knowing nothing of distance
I do respect the dreamers
Those hippies in the clouds
They aren't all too eager
To play their wondrous sounds
Fighting injustice with justice
Evil with good
Saving the earth, walking barefoot
Hell maybe Im just not that hood
Someday them and I will fly
And paint a tie-dye in the sky

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Cassandra

The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers
Hooked in the stones of the wall,
The storm-wrack hair and screeching mouth: does it matter, Cassandra,
Whether the people believe
Your bitter fountain? Truly men hate the truth, they'd liefer
Meet a tiger on the road.
Therefore the poets honey their truth with lying; but religion—
Vendors and political men
Pour from the barrel, new lies on the old, and are praised for kind
Wisdom. Poor bitch be wise.
No: you'll still mumble in a corner a crust of truth, to men
And gods disgusting—you and I, Cassandra.

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Some Choose to Dye Quickly

It gets a little bit harder,
To expand upon one's tolerance...
As the hair begins to gray.

Growing older,
Sometimes isn't done with patience.
And the thrill of each day,
Comes when staying as far away...
From the sounds of nonsense.
Arriving at this stage of one's life,
Needs no definition...
Of what peace is like.

It gets a little bit harder,
To expand upon one's tolerance...
As the hair begins to gray.

Some choose to dye quickly,
Every sign of getting older.
With a permanence wished to sustain.
Hair, eyebrows, moustaches and beards.
Expecting Mother Nature from them to disappear.
As if no one recognizes...
Every movement done they do is slower.
And a once proud vision...
Is not as clear.

'Hey Pops!
Hold up your head.
Don't dropp that toupee.'

~Is that suppose to be funny?
Well,
It isn't.
You, you, you...
Whatever! ~

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Harvey's Brother

Harvey’s Brother.

I paused in, the shade of a carob oak, to smoke a cigarette,
when a rabbit crossed the track, stopped sat on its haunches
and sniffed the air. Do not come nearer, my furry friend
the temptation will be too great and I’ll shoot you. It didn’t,
but I shot it any way, gutted and skinned on the spot, hoped
no one heard the bang the hunting season had yet to start.
At home I cut it into nice pieces added, onion, garlic, parsley
and with butter gently fried it in an iron pan, then I let it
simmer with red wine for some time. I went into my study to
read the papers, the rabbit sat on top of my desk eating
yesterday’s poetry, nice animal grey and blue, with silky fur,
and I thought of a movie called “Harvey.” Back in the kitchen
I put the stew in a dish and gave it to the neighbour’s dog.
Harvey has gone now he doesn’t even appear in my dreams.

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A Mason Lays Bricks One At a Time

You may say in words with intelligence,
What it is you want to do.
But until you manifest it as a lifestyle...
With an effort that you seek to accomplish,
An intellectualized dream is just what it is.
There to sit to convince,
Anyone but yourself with proof and/or evidence.

It doesn't take a scholar to make dreams come true.
A mason lays bricks one at a time.
It also makes it easier to put frosting on a finished cake,
Than to whip up a batter of frosting
To await a decision if a cake to make should be baked.

And garbage will sit,
Until someone picks it up!

Stirring excitement in one who anticipates tasting,
Something offered to share that isn't there...
Decreases one's integrity.
If the only thing they have to offer,
Is a vision of what should take place in someone else's life.
And they are afraid to live their own,
Without first getting an approval or assistance condoned.

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Cassandra's Regret

Regret wrings from your hands
As you chase an idle wind
Stripped backed toward almost anything
Indifference soaks your translucent skin
Wondering what God has given you
In all his wise compassion
Other than granting a propensity
To the latest season’s fashions
Spilling more than martinis
On all your past procedures
Anticipating your reflection
On top those nameless lechers
Easy to hold on to yourself
During times of least venerability
Close your eyes and shut the light
Just imagine the possibilities
Hear the past it’s churning faster
Time that perfect storm
You’re beckoning no longer matters
As glistening street now claims your form
Prepaid phones no longer ring,
While the cost of living does not care
The landlord greets you with ultimatums
Penniless, you hand him glares
Caught between a box and salvation
You wonder which will claim you first
The irony of your true aspirations
Now play your part, but in reverse

Cassandra, you chanced life
Your, “always tomorrow’s”, are already here
The conscience you ignored
Now you’re only escort as you silently disappear

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Mason the hidden ascendancy

created in a form of a builder, used for a
thousand years by many wishes Pharos
in the ancient civilization

an excellent makers and builders of the
great phyramids, whose antiquity never
been question, since in time of memoriam

a virtues founded the value of knowing the
most sacred context in secret of the gate
heaven, the eternal passion of every soul
uniting the impossible to create a wonder
of what the human existence perceived as
the perfect unifying force in worshipping
the trueness of God in the universe

Masonry is the quality of virtues, ascended
from generation to generations by examples
of the Knights of the Templar, who’s ultimate
goal is to raise the dignity of each human
condition in the world full of magic and
polarization

as the world has come to an end with exploitation
corruption, hunger, volatile political atmosphere,
the shield of the Mason lives and conquers all the
adversaries of this new age

sons and daughters of men of virtues stand up and
carry your flags, now is time to act of what is
meant to hold all your strength to uplift our dear
brothers and sisters in distress

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Perry Mason

On his way to dinner when it took him by suprise
And with one pull of the trigger he would vanish overnight
Dancing by the roadside, holding on for dear life
Then a gun from out of nowhere made a widow of his wife
I dont mind, single file down the runway
Feelin fine, and Ill see you my friend
Over and over again
Who can we get on the case?
We need perry mason
Someone to put you in place
Calling perry mason
Riding painted horses, oh the kids they love it so
You can see it on their faces, how they love the wind to blow
Minding my own business like my mama always said
But if I dont try to help him they could wind up on the front page
I dont mind, draw the line then draw me an arrow
Feelin fine, then Ill see you my friend
Over and over again
Who can we get on the case?
We need perry mason
Someone to put you in place
Calling perry mason again, again
Wake me when its over, tell me its all right
Just keep on talking baby, Ive been doing this all night
How much did you give me, tell me itll be all right
Who can we get on this case?
We need perry mason
Someone to put you in place
Calling perry mason, again, again, again, again

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Cassandra

I

REND, rend thine hair, Cassandra: he will go.
Yea, rend thy garments, wring thine hands, and cry
From Troy still towered to the unreddened sky.
See, all but she that bore thee mock thy woe:—
He most whom that fair woman arms, with show
Of wrath on her bent brows; for in this place
This hour thou bad'st all men in Helen's face
The ravished ravishing prize of Death to know.
What eyes, what ears hath sweet Andromache,
Save for her Hector's form and step; as tear
On tear make salt the warm last kiss he gave?
He goes. Cassandra's words beat heavily
Like crows above his crest, and at his ear
Ring hollow in the shield that shall not save.

II

“O HECTOR, gone, gone, gone! O Hector, thee
Two chariots wait, in Troy long bless'd and curs'd;
And Grecian spear and Phrygian sand athirst
Crave from thy veins the blood of victory.
Lo! long upon our hearth the brand had we,
Lit for the roof-tree's ruin: and to-day
The ground-stone quits the wall,—the wind hath way,—
And higher and higher the wings of fire are free.
“O Paris, Paris! O thou burning brand,
Thou beacon of the sea whence Venus rose,
Lighting thy race to shipwreck! Even that hand
Wherewith she took thine apple let her close
Within thy curls at last, and while Troy glows
Lift thee her trophy to the sea and land.”

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Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar

This song was first released on the some days are diamonds album. it is the only album it has been released on.
January back in '55 we rode a greyhound bus through the georgia midnight
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
He woke up smiling but his eyes were bright with tears he said...
I dreamed i was back on the farm
Twenty years have passed boy
But the memory still warms me
Wild flowers in a mason jar
He told me those old stories 'bout that one room cabin in kentucky
The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his hands
He slowly turned and stared outside
His face was mirrored in the window
And his reflection flew across the moonlit land
And he dreamed he was back on the farm
He tilts his head and listens to the early sounds of morning
Wild flowers in a mason jar
An old man and an eight year old boy
Rolling down that midnight highway
Warm kentucky memories from a winter georgia night
I started drifting off and grandpa tucked his coat around me
I think i tried to smile as i slowly closed my eyes
And i dreamed i was with him on the farm
Grandpa, i can hear the evening wind out in the corn
Wild flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolling through the night
Words and music by dennis linde

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Cassandra

Down in the street theyre all singing and shouting
Staying alive though the city is dead
Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter
While you are crying alone on your bed
Pity cassandra that no one believed you
But then again you were lost from the start
Now we must suffer and sell our secrets
Bargain, playing smart, aching in our hearts
Sorry cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted but none of us could
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry cassandra I didnt believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour
So in the morning your ship will be sailing
Now that your father and sister are gone
There is no reason for you to linger
Youre grieving deeply but still moving on
You know the future is casting a shadow
No one else sees it but you know youre fate
Packing your bags, being slow and thorough
Knowing, though youre late, that ship is sure to wait
Sorry cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted but none of us could
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry cassandra I didnt believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour
I watched the ship leaving harbour at sunrise
Sails almost slack in the cool morning rain
She stood on deck, just a tiny figure
Rigid and restrained, blue eyes filled with pain
Sorry cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted but none of us could
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry cassandra I didnt believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour
Im sorry cassandra
Im sorry cassandra

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Cassandra's Blues

Prescience was the fatal curse
That drove her future in a Hearse
Towards the walls of fatal dice
Where Achaeans bid so well to smite
Their wooden vessel that encodes
The Sun Gods laughter on his thrown
Vengeance for her first refusal
Comforts from his lecherous council


While hazard poured outside her tongue
Hiccupped through riddles of vapors lost
Her relatives could not profess
It's semblance for common sense
Whereas ten thousand stood outside
She wailed besieged to the endgames tide
Perhaps they should have played charades
Then they wouldn't have been a myth one day

Cassandra's Blues were born from the truth
Caught sneaking wisdom in the pythias brew
She witnessed the sun before the dawns rise
And the victors plunder ahead of first strike
Saw the Dardanelles swept in burned ruins
With Countrymen wreaked in cruel display
Cursed to become a mail ordered bride
Whilst wife no 1 said off with her life

Upon the terrace she cast advice
As Attica's made their advance
Alas poor Priam could not withstand
The ramblings of his daughter's hands
While Paris daily doubled dithered
His brother Hector got evicted
Because the girl who got the stub
Made an apples worm for wars discord

Had she made Apollo's consort
It would not have been the discomfort
To see the blood of brothers drawn
While they still played on before Swan songs
She understood that gifts received
Where things that enemy's deceived
What could she do while dominoes fall
And the Gods stood back to laugh along

Cassandra's blues were a women's crew
Inspiring wisdom in the wind that blew
Mistress doomed to fortuitous chance
A life besieged by ignoble circumstance
Ajax took her, innocents dishonored
Whereas Agamemnon truly loved her
The only peace which she found council
Was when the veil of sight expired

Now she sings in daylights gardens
The future blind as an omen pardoned
The gods who played her are long cursed
To be the legends underneath the earth
Cursed are those who play cruel games
When nature equals the hubris score
For lords and Gods are not the strong
When mistress death tames life's pawns

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An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sist

Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground,
That must enshrine this saint with lookes profound,
And sad aspects as the dark vails you weare,
Virgins opprest, draw gently, gently neare;
Enter the dismall chancell of this rooome,
Where each pale guest stands fixt a living tombe;
With trembling hands helpe to remove this earth
To its last death and first victorious birth:
Let gums and incense fume, who are at strife
To enter th' hearse and breath in it new life;
Mingle your steppes with flowers as you goe,
Which, as they haste to fade, will speake your woe.

And when y' have plac't your tapers on her urn,
How poor a tribute 'tis to weep and mourn!
That flood the channell of your eye-lids fils,
When you lose trifles, or what's lesse, your wills.
If you'l be worthy of these obsequies,
Be blind unto the world, and drop your eyes;
Waste and consume, burn downward as this fire
That's fed no more: so willingly expire;
Passe through the cold and obscure narrow way,
Then light your torches at the spring of day,
There with her triumph in your victory.
Such joy alone and such solemnity
Becomes this funerall of virginity.

Or, if you faint to be so blest, oh heare!
If not to dye, dare but to live like her:
Dare to live virgins, till the honour'd age
Of thrice fifteen cals matrons on the stage,
Whilst not a blemish or least staine is scene
On your white roabe 'twixt fifty and fifteene;
But as it in your swathing-bands was given,
Bring't in your winding sheet unsoyl'd to Heav'n.
Daere to do purely, without compact good,
Or herald, by no one understood
But him, who now in thanks bows either knee
For th' early benefit and secresie.

Dare to affect a serious holy sorrow,
To which delights of pallaces are narrow,
And, lasting as their smiles, dig you a roome,
Where practise the probation of your tombe
With ever-bended knees and piercing pray'r,
Smooth the rough passe through craggy earth to ay'r;
Flame there as lights that shipwrackt mariners
May put in safely, and secure their feares,
Who, adding to your joyes, now owe you theirs.

Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take
To follow her in life, else through this lake
Of Nature wade, and breake her earthly bars,
Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars,
Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline,
Where round you love and joy for ever shine.

But you are dumbe, as what you do lament
More senseles then her very monument,
Which at your weaknes weeps. Spare that vaine teare,
Enough to burst the rev'rend sepulcher.
Rise and walk home; there groaning prostrate fall,
And celebrate your owne sad funerall:
For howsoe're you move, may heare, or see,
YOU ARE MORE DEAD AND BURIED THEN SHEE.

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An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister To Mr. C. Cotton.

Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground,
That must enshrine this saint with lookes profound,
And sad aspects as the dark vails you weare,
Virgins opprest, draw gently, gently neare;
Enter the dismall chancell of this rooome,
Where each pale guest stands fixt a living tombe;
With trembling hands helpe to remove this earth
To its last death and first victorious birth:
Let gums and incense fume, who are at strife
To enter th' hearse and breath in it new life;
Mingle your steppes with flowers as you goe,
Which, as they haste to fade, will speake your woe.

And when y' have plac't your tapers on her urn,
How poor a tribute 'tis to weep and mourn!
That flood the channell of your eye-lids fils,
When you lose trifles, or what's lesse, your wills.
If you'l be worthy of these obsequies,
Be blind unto the world, and drop your eyes;
Waste and consume, burn downward as this fire
That's fed no more: so willingly expire;
Passe through the cold and obscure narrow way,
Then light your torches at the spring of day,
There with her triumph in your victory.
Such joy alone and such solemnity
Becomes this funerall of virginity.

Or, if you faint to be so blest, oh heare!
If not to dye, dare but to live like her:
Dare to live virgins, till the honour'd age
Of thrice fifteen cals matrons on the stage,
Whilst not a blemish or least staine is scene
On your white roabe 'twixt fifty and fifteene;
But as it in your swathing-bands was given,
Bring't in your winding sheet unsoyl'd to Heav'n.
Daere to do purely, without compact good,
Or herald, by no one understood
But him, who now in thanks bows either knee
For th' early benefit and secresie.

Dare to affect a serious holy sorrow,
To which delights of pallaces are narrow,
And, lasting as their smiles, dig you a roome,
Where practise the probation of your tombe
With ever-bended knees and piercing pray'r,
Smooth the rough passe through craggy earth to ay'r;
Flame there as lights that shipwrackt mariners
May put in safely, and secure their feares,
Who, adding to your joyes, now owe you theirs.

Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take
To follow her in life, else through this lake
Of Nature wade, and breake her earthly bars,
Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars,
Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline,
Where round you love and joy for ever shine.

But you are dumbe, as what you do lament
More senseles then her very monument,
Which at your weaknes weeps. Spare that vaine teare,
Enough to burst the rev'rend sepulcher.
Rise and walk home; there groaning prostrate fall,
And celebrate your owne sad funerall:
For howsoe're you move, may heare, or see,
YOU ARE MORE DEAD AND BURIED THEN SHEE.

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George Meredith

Cassandra

I

Captive on a foreign shore,
Far from Ilion's hoary wave,
Agamemnon's bridal slave
Speaks Futurity no more:
Death is busy with her grave.

II

Thick as water, bursts remote
Round her ears the alien din,
While her little sullen chin
Fills the hollows of her throat:
Silent lie her slaughter'd kin.

III

Once to many a pealing shriek,
Lo, from Ilion's topmost tower,
Ilion's fierce prophetic flower
Cried the coming of the Greek!
Black in Hades sits the hour.

IV

Eyeing phantoms of the Past,
Folded like a prophet's scroll,
In the deep's long shoreward roll
Here she sees the anchor cast:
Backward moves her sunless soul.

V

Chieftains, brethren of her joy,
Shades, the white light in their eyes
Slanting to her lips, arise,
Crowding quick the plains of Troy:
Now they tell her not she lies.

VI

O the bliss upon the plains,
Where the joining heroes clashed
Shield and spear, and, unabashed,
Challenged with hot chariot-reins
Gods!-they glimmer ocean-washed.

VII

Alien voices round the ships,
Thick as water, shouting Home.
Argives, pale as midnight foam,
Wax before her awful lips:
White as stars that front the gloom.

VIII

Like a torch-flame that by day
Up the daylight twists, and, pale,
Catches air in leaps that fail,
Crushed by the inveterate ray,
Through her shines the Ten-Years' Tale.

IX

Once to many a pealing shriek,
Lo, from Ilion's topmost tower,
Ilion's fierce prophetic flower
Cried the coming of the Greek!
Black in Hades sits the hour.

X

Still upon her sunless soul
Gleams the narrow hidden space
Forward, where her fiery race
Falters on its ashen goal:
Still the Future strikes her face.

XI

See toward the conqueror's car
Step the purple Queen whose hate
Wraps red-armed her royal mate
With his Asian tempest-star:
Now Cassandra views her Fate.

XII

King of men! the blinded host
Shout:- she lifts her brooding chin:
Glad along the joyous din
Smiles the grand majestic ghost:
Clytemnestra leads him in.

XIII

Lo, their smoky limbs aloof,
Shadowing heaven and the seas,
Fates and Furies, tangling Threes,
Tear and mix above the roof:
Fates and fierce Eumenides.

XIV

Is the prophetess with rods
Beaten, that she writhes in air?
With the Gods who never spare,
Wrestling with the unsparing Gods,
Lone, her body struggles there.

XV

Like the snaky torch-flame white,
Levelled as aloft it twists,
She, her soaring arms, and wrists
Drooping, struggles with the light,
Helios, bright above all mists!

XVI

In his orb she sees the tower,
Dusk against its flaming rims,
Where of old her wretched limbs
Twisted with the stolen power:
Ilium all the lustre dims!

XVII

O the bliss upon the plains,
Where the joining heroes clashed
Shield and spear, and, unabashed,
Challenged with hot chariot-reins
Gods!-they glimmer ocean-washed.

XVIII

Thrice the Sun-god's name she calls;
Shrieks the deed that shames the sky;
Like a fountain leaping high,
Falling as a fountain falls:
Lo, the blazing wheels go by!

XIX

Captive on a foreign shore,
Far from Ilion's hoary wave,
Agamemnon's bridal slave
Speaks Futurity no more:
Death is busy with her grave.

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Ghetto Racine

Haiti, I wanna welcome yall to West Indian day Parade(Sak pase)
This is my Carabanner, The PJ's Remix IN CREOLE let's Go!!
Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo(Kenbe zam nou)
Fok nout reprezante pou moun poooo(Pa tire Pa tire)
Paske si se pat pou moun poo
Nou pa tap janm konnen Wyclef
Mwen pa sou bo no
Mwen pa sou bo sud
Mwen pa sou bo les
Mwen pa sou Bo wes
Msou bo bel dam yo
Neg ki gen zam yo
Neg ki sere Bob Marley nan choset yo
Le police kenbe yo yo tire yo
Le imigrasyon pran yo yo depote yo
Neg kwa des bouke yo
Neg kap fe grimo
Yo di yo fe gri paske peyi pa gen lajan o
Peyi pa gen Lajan Kanaval Chak ane o
Lajan pou kanaval fok gen lajan pou manje o
Respekte bon dye oo
Domi avek Kwa sa oo
32 degre men mwen kay on mason o
Leternel est mon Bergee je ne make rien o
Menm si mkenbew nan foul la map epike ou avek kouto(anko)
(Poukisa)Pase nou pa respekte ble e te
Nou te fet nan ghetto kounyen kaynou gen elevator
Mezanmi Brooklyn bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Canada Bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Miami bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Haiti bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Ghetto mwen te fet nan ghetto
Fok mwen reprezant pou moun po
Pase si se pat pou moun po
Nou pa tanp janm konnen wyclef
Gade nan kwadebouke yo gen on nouvo zam yo rele Nou Pa care
Koman yo rele zam sa Nou pa care
Li tiye manman papa fre avek se
Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa ke
Mwen di zam yo yap voyew nan lanfe
Zam lan di msye met pase li gen tan vizite lisife
Oh gade mysye kape rale zam li
Zam la pa menm bon pou di bonswa ak jesus
Pase Le wap rale se le sa nap tire
Le wap pale se kadav ou nap gade(anh anh anh)
Gwo gason nou pral antere o fon
Si se JAMES BOND ou ye aswe a nap touye espyon
Nou gen on nouvo zam yo rele nou pa care
Koman yo rele zam sa nou pa care
li tiye manman papa fre avek se
Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa care
Vyolans nou pa vle mezanmi (nou pa vlel)
Foul la avanse mezanmi (Avansel)
Sivouple pinga pouse mezanmi (pinga nou pouse)
Siveye Lougawou yo aswe a yo anvi vole
Lase mwen pap janm bliye lase
Mwen te fet kwadesbouke
Paske si se pat pou AYITI
Nou patap janm konnen Wyclef
Leve men nou si no soti nan GHETTO
Kote dread lox yo ki te genyen AFRO
Kote ayisyen yo ki renmen manje Mango
Kote timoun piti yo kap jwe LAGO
Depi yo we Wyclef yo gen satisfaksyon
Yo renmen mesye a ki gen 12 televizyon
Mezanmi Playstation DVD li nan dwe nan jem
Le POLICE kenbe mwen se machin mwen yo vle gade
Gade on ayisyen ki soti an ayiti
Lem jwe Las Vegas yo relem Elvis Presley
Oh Oh yo banm on body guard ki soti an Italy
Men nou konnen wyclef pa janm mache san fizi
Mezanmi si li fe nwa map tire sou la lune
Paske nou konnen Wyclef Jean se Jean-Jacques Dessalines
Timoun nan ghetto pinga nou chanje channel
Bondye ap pwoteje nou kankou li pwoteje Danniel
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Men gade miray e yo pa kraze
Mezanmi Ghetto nou te fet nan ghetto
Fok nou reprezante pou moun po
Paske si se pat pou moun po
Nou pa tap janm konnen Jerall
Mezanmi leve drapo nou mezanmi pi wo pi wo
Respekte refije yo pi wo pi wo
Nou konnen nou se MVP pi wo pi wo
Respekte rasin lan pi wo pi wo
MVP rasin,Bagay yo pral kontinye
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Men gade miray e yo pa kraze
Woy woy woy back up back up
Jeriko Miray la kraze(10x)
Met yo di siw te la,laj pa tap mouri... enben kotel ye?
Laj sa, Leve nan tomb la(until fade)

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Cassandra

Mirth the halls of Troy was filling,
Ere its lofty ramparts fell;
From the golden lute so thrilling
Hymns of joy were heard to swell.
From the sad and tearful slaughter
All had laid their arms aside,
For Pelides Priam's daughter
Claimed then as his own fair bride.

Laurel branches with them bearing,
Troop on troop in bright array
To the temples were repairing,
Owning Thymbrius' sovereign sway.
Through the streets, with frantic measure,
Danced the bacchanal mad round,
And, amid the radiant pleasure,
Only one sad breast was found.

Joyless in the midst of gladness,
None to heed her, none to love,
Roamed Cassandra, plunged in sadness,
To Apollo's laurel grove.
To its dark and deep recesses
Swift the sorrowing priestess hied,
And from off her flowing tresses
Tore the sacred band, and cried:

"All around with joy is beaming,
Ev'ry heart is happy now,
And my sire is fondly dreaming,
Wreathed with flowers my sister's brow
I alone am doomed to wailing,
That sweet vision flies from me;
In my mind, these walls assailing,
Fierce destruction I can see."

"Though a torch I see all-glowing,
Yet 'tis not in Hymen's hand;
Smoke across the skies is blowing,
Yet 'tis from no votive brand.
Yonder see I feasts entrancing,
But in my prophetic soul,
Hear I now the God advancing,
Who will steep in tears the bowl!"

"And they blame my lamentation,
And they laugh my grief to scorn;
To the haunts of desolation
I must bear my woes forlorn.
All who happy are, now shun me,
And my tears with laughter see;
Heavy lies thy hand upon me,
Cruel Pythian deity!"

"Thy divine decrees foretelling,
Wherefore hast thou thrown me here,
Where the ever-blind are dwelling,
With a mind, alas, too clear?
Wherefore hast thou power thus given,
What must needs occur to know?
Wrought must be the will of Heaven--
Onward come the hour of woe!"

"When impending fate strikes terror,
Why remove the covering?
Life we have alone in error,
Knowledge with it death must bring.
Take away this prescience tearful,
Take this sight of woe from me;
Of thy truths, alas! how fearful
'Tis the mouthpiece frail to be!"

"Veil my mind once more in slumbers
Let me heedlessly rejoice;
Never have I sung glad numbers
Since I've been thy chosen voice.
Knowledge of the future giving,
Thou hast stolen the present day,
Stolen the moment's joyous living,--
Take thy false gift, then, away!"

"Ne'er with bridal train around me,
Have I wreathed my radiant brow,
Since to serve thy fane I bound me--
Bound me with a solemn vow.
Evermore in grief I languish--
All my youth in tears was spent;
And with thoughts of bitter anguish
My too-feeling heart is rent."

"Joyously my friends are playing,
All around are blest and glad,
In the paths of pleasure straying,--
My poor heart alone is sad.
Spring in vain unfolds each treasure,
Filling all the earth with bliss;
Who in life can e'er take pleasure,
When is seen its dark abyss?"

"With her heart in vision burning,
Truly blest is Polyxene,
As a bride to clasp him yearning.
Him, the noblest, best Hellene!
And her breast with rapture swelling,
All its bliss can scarcely know;
E'en the Gods in heavenly dwelling
Envying not, when dreaming so."

"He to whom my heart is plighted
Stood before my ravished eye,
And his look, by passion lighted,
Toward me turned imploringly.
With the loved one, oh, how gladly
Homeward would I take my flight
But a Stygian shadow sadly
Steps between us every night."

"Cruel Proserpine is sending
All her spectres pale to me;
Ever on my steps attending
Those dread shadowy forms I see.
Though I seek, in mirth and laughter
Refuge from that ghastly train,
Still I see them hastening after,--
Ne'er shall I know joy again."

"And I see the death-steel glancing,
And the eye of murder glare;
On, with hasty strides advancing,
Terror haunts me everywhere.
Vain I seek alleviation;--
Knowing, seeing, suffering all,
I must wait the consummation,
In a foreign land must fall."

While her solemn words are ringing,
Hark! a dull and wailing tone
From the temple's gate upspringing,--
Dead lies Thetis' mighty son!
Eris shakes her snake-locks hated,
Swiftly flies each deity,
And o'er Ilion's walls ill-fated
Thunder-clouds loom heavily!

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Aspiring Miss DeLaine

(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)

Certain facts which serve to explain
The physical charms of Miss Addie De Laine,
Who, as the common reports obtain,
Surpassed in complexion the lily and rose;
With a very sweet mouth and a retrousse nose;
A figure like Hebe's, or that which revolves
In a milliner's window, and partially solves
That question which mentor and moralist pains,
If grace may exist minus feeling or brains.

Of course the young lady had beaux by the score,
All that she wanted,--what girl could ask more?
Lovers that sighed and lovers that swore,
Lovers that danced and lovers that played,
Men of profession, of leisure, and trade;
But one, who was destined to take the high part
Of holding that mythical treasure, her heart,--
This lover, the wonder and envy of town,
Was a practicing chemist, a fellow called Brown.

I might here remark that 'twas doubted by many,
In regard to the heart, if Miss Addie had any;
But no one could look in that eloquent face,
With its exquisite outline and features of grace,
And mark, through the transparent skin, how the tide
Ebbed and flowed at the impulse of passion or pride,--
None could look, who believed in the blood's circulation
As argued by Harvey, but saw confirmation
That here, at least, Nature had triumphed o'er art,
And as far as complexion went she had a heart.

But this par parenthesis. Brown was the man
Preferred of all others to carry her fan,
Hook her glove, drape her shawl, and do all that a belle
May demand of the lover she wants to treat well.
Folks wondered and stared that a fellow called Brown--
Abstracted and solemn, in manner a clown,
Ill dressed, with a lingering smell of the shop--
Should appear as her escort at party or hop.
Some swore he had cooked up some villainous charm,
Or love philter, not in the regular Pharm-
Acopoeia, and thus, from pure malice prepense,
Had bewitched and bamboozled the young lady's sense;
Others thought, with more reason, the secret to lie
In a magical wash or indelible dye;
While Society, with its censorious eye
And judgment impartial, stood ready to damn
What wasn't improper as being a sham.

For a fortnight the townfolk had all been agog
With a party, the finest the season had seen,
To be given in honor of Miss Pollywog,
Who was just coming out as a belle of sixteen.
The guests were invited; but one night before
A carriage drew up at the modest back door
Of Brown's lab'ratory, and, full in the glare
Of a big purple bottle, some closely veiled fair
Alighted and entered: to make matters plain,
Spite of veils and disguises, 'twas Addie De Laine.

As a bower for true love, 'twas hardly the one
That a lady would choose to be wooed in or won:
No odor of rose or sweet jessamine's sigh
Breathed a fragrance to hallow their pledge of troth by,
Nor the balm that exhales from the odorous thyme;
But the gaseous effusions of chloride of lime,
And salts, which your chemist delights to explain
As the base of the smell of the rose and the drain.
Think of this, O ye lovers of sweetness! and know
What you smell when you snuff up Lubin or Pinaud.

I pass by the greetings, the transports and bliss,
Which of course duly followed a meeting like this,
And come down to business,--for such the intent
Of the lady who now o'er the crucible leant,
In the glow of a furnace of carbon and lime,
Like a fairy called up in the new pantomime,--
And give but her words, as she coyly looked down
In reply to the questioning glances of Brown:
'I am taking the drops, and am using the paste,
And the little white powders that had a sweet taste,
Which you told me would brighten the glance of my eye,
And the depilatory, and also the dye,
And I'm charmed with the trial; and now, my dear Brown,
I have one other favor,--now, ducky, don't frown,--
Only one, for a chemist and genius like you
But a trifle, and one you can easily do.
Now listen: to-morrow, you know, is the night
Of the birthday soiree of that Pollywog fright;
And I'm to be there, and the dress I shall wear
Is TOO lovely; but'-- 'But what then, ma chere?'
Said Brown, as the lady came to a full stop,
And glanced round the shelves of the little back shop.
'Well, I want--I want something to fill out the skirt
To the proper dimensions, without being girt
In a stiff crinoline, or caged in a hoop
That shows through one's skirt like the bars of a coop;
Something light, that a lady may waltz in, or polk,
With a freedom that none but you masculine folk
Ever know. For, however poor woman aspires,
She's always bound down to the earth by these wires.
Are you listening? Nonsense! don't stare like a spoon,
Idiotic; some light thing, and spacious, and soon--
Something like--well, in fact--something like a balloon!'

Here she paused; and here Brown, overcome by surprise,
Gave a doubting assent with still wondering eyes,
And the lady departed. But just at the door
Something happened,--'tis true, it had happened before
In this sanctum of science,--a sibilant sound,
Like some element just from its trammels unbound,
Or two substances that their affinities found.

The night of the anxiously looked for soiree
Had come, with its fair ones in gorgeous array;
With the rattle of wheels and the tinkle of bells,
And the 'How do ye do's' and the 'Hope you are well's;'
And the crush in the passage, and last lingering look
You give as you hang your best hat on the hook;
The rush of hot air as the door opens wide;
And your entry,--that blending of self-possessed pride
And humility shown in your perfect-bred stare
At the folk, as if wondering how they got there;
With other tricks worthy of Vanity Fair.
Meanwhile, the safe topic, the beat of the room,
Already was losing its freshness and bloom;
Young people were yawning, and wondering when
The dance would come off; and why didn't it then:
When a vague expectation was thrilling the crowd,
Lo! the door swung its hinges with utterance proud!
And Pompey announced, with a trumpet-like strain,
The entrance of Brown and Miss Addie De Laine.

She entered; but oh! how imperfect the verb
To express to the senses her movement superb!
To say that she 'sailed in' more clearly might tell
Her grace in its buoyant and billowy swell.
Her robe was a vague circumambient space,
With shadowy boundaries made of point-lace;
The rest was but guesswork, and well might defy
The power of critical feminine eye
To define or describe: 'twere as futile to try
The gossamer web of the cirrus to trace,
Floating far in the blue of a warm summer sky.

'Midst the humming of praises and glances of beaux
That greet our fair maiden wherever she goes,
Brown slipped like a shadow, grim, silent, and black,
With a look of anxiety, close in her track.
Once he whispered aside in her delicate ear
A sentence of warning,--it might be of fear:
'Don't stand in a draught, if you value your life.'
(Nothing more,--such advice might be given your wife
Or your sweetheart, in times of bronchitis and cough,
Without mystery, romance, or frivolous scoff.)
But hark to the music; the dance has begun.
The closely draped windows wide open are flung;
The notes of the piccolo, joyous and light,
Like bubbles burst forth on the warm summer night.
Round about go the dancers; in circles they fly;
Trip, trip, go their feet as their skirts eddy by;
And swifter and lighter, but somewhat too plain,
Whisks the fair circumvolving Miss Addie De Laine.
Taglioni and Cerito well might have pined
For the vigor and ease that her movements combined;
E'en Rigelboche never flung higher her robe
In the naughtiest city that's known on the globe.
'Twas amazing, 'twas scandalous; lost in surprise,
Some opened their mouths, and a few shut their eyes.

But hark! At the moment Miss Addie De Laine,
Circling round at the outer edge of an ellipse
Which brought her fair form to the window again,
From the arms of her partner incautiously slips!
And a shriek fills the air, and the music is still,
And the crowd gather round where her partner forlorn
Still frenziedly points from the wide window-sill
Into space and the night; for Miss Addie was gone!
Gone like the bubble that bursts in the sun;
Gone like the grain when the reaper is done;
Gone like the dew on the fresh morning grass;
Gone without parting farewell; and alas!
Gone with a flavor of hydrogen gas!

When the weather is pleasant, you frequently meet
A white-headed man slowly pacing the street;
His trembling hand shading his lack-lustre eye,
Half blind with continually scanning the sky.
Rumor points him as some astronomical sage,
Re-perusing by day the celestial page;
But the reader, sagacious, will recognize Brown,
Trying vainly to conjure his lost sweetheart down,
And learn the stern moral this story must teach,
That Genius may lift its love out of its reach.

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