Luyện nghe bài hát Self Evident

(inspired by the WTC disaster)

yes,
us are just poems
90% metaphor
with a leanness of
hyper-distillation
and once a time
we were
rushing down the throat of a
yes, rushing down the long
despite what the p.a. says
yes, rushing down the long
the whiskey of eternity
fermented and
to eighteen
down our throats
down the
the stairs
in a building so
that it will always be
yes, part of a pair
there on the bow of ark
the prestigious couple
just back parked
a perfectly blue sky
on a beatific
in its summer breeze
on the day that
to its knees
after strutting for a century
without thank you
or

and the was subsonic
and the smoke was
between the setup and the punch
'cause we were all on time for that day
we all boarded plane for to fly
and while the fires were raging
we all up on the windowsill
and we all held hands
and jumped the sky

and borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus by foot and motorcar
looked like war than anything I've seen so far
so far
so far
so and ingenious
a specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck and stumbling
over 'oh my and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and I'll you what, while we're at it
you can the pentagon
the propaganda
keep each and TV
that's been trying to me
to
in prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate
as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is hanging in the air
and ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our
and there's a fine silt on mantle
hell's kitchen to Brooklyn
and the streets are full of
sudden and near misses
and every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of averted disasters
and the whiskey is
like never
as all the country
folks just shake heads
and

so a toast to all the folks who live in Palestine

El

here's a toast to the folks living on the ridge reservation
under the stone cold of mt. Rushmore

here's a toast to all those and doctors
who provide women with a choice
who down a threat the size of Oklahoma City
just to listen to a woman's voice

a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the guillotine
who are there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find in the form of a dream

'cause away our playstations
and we are a third world
the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony
I
it don't take a
to look around and see the
Jeb said deliver Florida, folks
and boy did he

and we hold these truths to be self
#1 W. Bush is not president
#2 America is not a true
#3 the media is not me
'cause I am a poem heeding
got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole family
and I'm raising my in a toast

here's to our last of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this
shoo the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we
'cause once upon a time the followed the river
and peeked into all the
and the was waving
the was teasing us
from brick walls and
we were rolling over
valleys
under
I dream of touring Duke Ellington
in my own car
I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden
in a grand station with grace
and then out on the platform
and feeling the air on my

give back the its distant whistle
give the back its soul
give the big oil the finger finally
and how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all us and a change is waiting there
so time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and the air
get our to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone desert
put it in its pants
and the hypocritical chants of
forever

'cause one lone phone rang
in two and one
at ten after
on one one
is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang off the wall
right off our desk and down the long
the long stairs
in a building so
that the whole turned
to watch it fall

and we're at it
remember the first around?
the
the Ryder
the parking
the princess that didn't feel the pea?
joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical of the New York skyline?!

it was a joke, of
it was a
at the
and that was just a few ago
so let the show
the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's
and scoping scene

the CIA
or is it
countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of
as its
for after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a
look, another to see through
way up
on the 104th

key
another
10%
90%
some poems disguised as people
on an almost too day
must be more poems
in asshole's passion play
so now it's job
and my job
to it that way
to sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby
the train?