KUDCULTURE

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"Contribution" - Jarrasic 5

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 16:28:19 +1000

yo, either you a part of the problem
or part of the solution
what's your contribution to life
so many people complain, always talk about change yo
but what's your contribution to life
either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
yo what's your contribution to life
either you give or you take, make moves and you wait yo
but what's your contribution to life

your about to witness three of the most common
tales of man, woman and human, the difference between the three
is that there is not difference, just other outcomes
listen and witness the common tales

aye yo my momma and a nigga for life
love carousel, cuss yell and fight
seven nights a week, no respect when they speak
disrespect between the sheets, the ends don't meet
no rice beans or meat
my momma was the bread winner plus
she had to cook his dinner
my daddy was a full time sinner
poppa was a stoner stay gone till November
off of that, gawk?, that made ?emack
like the devil done took his soul and ain't given it back
remember that, when you play for the bless
speedy victory for the poor and the press
I cant stand the stress, its test and time press
up against my momma and daddy chest, I try and rest
with no stretch of the mind, I cant find no piece
of mind within this family of mine, yo

[marc 7even]
she got chips and you don't, that's bottom line
that's just the way love goes, hmmm lets rewind
you really ain't paid, you clockin minimum wage
now basically you a slave, your wife studies for days
no money for much, just movies and such
the way your two hands clutch, you know its love not lust
now she's sick of the bus, and using you as a crutch
and on top of this stuff, she graduates in a month
damn, her new job got her clocking the dough
now she's buying new clothes, and taken you to the show
you feeling like you the ho, not knowing which way to go
and ultimately you know, you ain't feeling her so
you need to get up, get out and get something
your job ain't nothing, all these years you've just been frontin
thats the way she played ya, the talked in rager went back
to your days of...[chali 2na voices over marc 7even]

[chali 2na]
she always said I'm out husslin for food, kitchen indeed
while this nigga spend his ends on booze, bitches and weed
I thought that we'd agree, with two kids to feed
that you would slow your own, but instead of switchin your seed
you slapped me, you cant attack me thinkin I'm be happy
in fact its a packing and we rapidly
after we witness, no love between parents
the father type that was once on the sence vanished
supreme bamish the couples that match these
producin generations of kids with latched keys
her daughter learned from momma
how to reject men, her sons attracts women
that don't respect men, and then
one parental provided can be the plan
but no woman can truly teach a boy to be a man
that's why I'm always telling these many pals of mine
the most that you can spend on any child is time

look we dont have all the answers, we're victims also
to the same situations, but man, plans and the lord plans
and the lord is the best of planners,
so what's your contribution to life

[chorus]
what's your contribution to life

"A case of you" by Joni Mitchell

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 16:25:23 +1000

Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And I said "Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar"

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid

I remember that time you told me you said
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"

Oh but you are in my blood
You're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet

Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

'King Of Sorrow' - Sade

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 13:43:21 +1000

I'm crying everyone's tears
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I suppose to do

I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul
But nothing would change, nothing would change at all
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good

The DJ's playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder if this grief will ever let me go
I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow

I suppose I could just walk away
Will I disappoint my future if I stay
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good

The DJ's playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder will this grief ever be gone
Will it ever go
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow

I'm crying everyone's tears
I have already paid for all my future sins
There's nothing anyone
Can say to take this away
It's just another day and nothing's any good

I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow

Present

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 20:18:28 +1000

Nothing exists but the present.
The past does not exist.
The future does not exist.
Tomorrow does not exist now,
and therefore will not exist tomorrow.

Tomorrow is for tomorrow not now.

The future is my next

Word

The past was my last

Word

How can these two diametrically opposed
passages of time be
the same but yet so different?

But what then is the

Present

Is it now which I guess
is now the past?

The only thing that matters
is the hedonistic present.

Because unlike
The present,
now,
is a continuous moment of time.

Billy Kavellaris

Life vs. Death

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 20:16:44 +1000

You are born to die.
(How do you compete with such certainty?)

Your life is in your moment
within an infinite history of time.

Death is ubiquitous
and yet one cannot exist without the other;

One cannot be defined without the other
The cyclical symbiosis of antithesis

Death is defined through the absence of life

Life is defined through the absence of death

Death is born through life,
Life is our cosmic roulette wheel of chance.

Life is relative to death
To your life
To your (inescapable) death

Life is a moment in time
Death is infinite...

The best way to exist
in your life
is through the
context of death.

The continuous now!
The continuous now is
Where you exist
It is the only place you exist
It is the only place you can exist.

Billy Kavellaris

Discovery

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 20:03:57 +1000

I.
In the beginning
it is the excitement of the unknown
the journey to discovery is the discovery

Is she a spooner or a spooney?
What does she smells like?
What does she tastes like?
What makes her cum?

Who is she...?

We fuck
and then we talk
and then we fuck some more
and then we talk some more...

Then fucking seems like
an exchange reserved for strangers
And so it becomes something else.

What passionate passion

And then,
a 'Ray' of warm morning sunrise light peeps
through the window and joins in our
passion, discovery and conversation.
That 'Ray' of light on that
Saturday morning at 5:57am on January 1998,
on its way to infinity.

'Ray' you are now part of our
memory, part of history.

II.
I know her.
She fits like a glove
she feels comfortable
on my skin
in my space
in my thoughts

She has become part of my identity
She has become part of my rhythm
She has become part of my subconscious

She smells comfortable
She has become
my familiar familiarity
I know her thoughts
They occupy me

It, I, we feel safe.

III.
Familiarity has left
no room for any new discovery.
No room for improvising.
No room for the illusive
excitement and fear
of the unknown.
The security of being comfortable
has extinguished our flames.

We want to want
we crave the new and urn the old.

The once 'fucking' that 'became something else,
has become something else again
something overly predicable, mechanical,
inhibited
as are our days.

This comfortable familiarity
is too predictable,
too comfortable,
too familiar;

For the first time
a very uncomfortable predictably
unpredictable place.

The baggage of life has
isolated us as individuals,
not a couple.

IV.
We now have a new journey,
a new discovery.
Our new discovery is
finding new ways to d
iscover ourselves in each other.
Without the blinding fire of passion.

This is the discovery is true discovery of love.

Billy Kavellaris

'Let's Have A Baby' - Prince

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Wed, 19 May 2010 16:20:41 +1000

I can't wait no more, no
Let's have a baby
What are we livin' 4? Tell me
So long have I gazed into your eyes
Wonderin' what they'd look like on a newborn child
Let's make love, let's make love
I'm thinking, isn't it a miracle that life comes from inside?
I cannot lie when my hand is on your thighs
Wonderin' what it would sound like coming from a girl or a boy
So long I have listened 2 your voice
And I can't wait no more, oh no
Isn't it funny that when U're truly in love
How just the thought of such things can bring U so much joy?
Let's have a baby
Oh girl, come and shut the door, go on, shut it
Let's make love
U wanna make love?
I'm leaving it up 2 U
But U got 2 understand
I'll do what U want 2 do
U're my woman and I'm your man
I can't even go 4 a ride
A baby sittin' right by my side
Believe me, honey, I've tried
And if anybody in the whole wide world
Without thinking about a little baby
They are one mistaken girl
Ever thought that they could do that 4 me
Cuz baby, U got me, U got me open, yes U do
And we're doing just fine
If U really love me, baby
If U can find the time
I can't wait no more
Let's have a baby
Don't U wanna?
Let's have a baby
What are we livin' 4? Tell me, tell me
Let's.. let's make loveU know what I wanna do
Come on, come on and shut the door, girl

International locks 2

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 14:24:14 +1100

Tourist locks on the Ponte Vecchio, Florence-Italy 2009 behind the balustrade wall after somebody removed the original lock chain

dying for a smoke 2

nospam@example.com (Billy Kavellaris) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 14:02:03 +1100

2009
Not only 24 hour access, but complete swipe card to keep up to date with technological demand!