Luyện nghe bài hát Self Evident

(inspired by the WTC disaster)

yes,
us people are poems
we're 90%
with a of meaning
approaching
and once upon a
we moonshine
down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the hallway
what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long
with the whiskey of
fermented and
to minutes
down our throats
down the
down the
in a so tall
that it will always be
yes, it's of a pair
there on the bow of ark
the most prestigious
kickin back parked
against a perfectly sky
on a beatific
in its summer breeze
on the day that
fell to its
after strutting for a century
without thank you
or

and the was subsonic
and the was deafening
the setup and the punch line
'cause we were all on time for work day
we all boarded plane for to fly
and then while the were raging
we all up on the windowsill
and we all held hands
and into the sky

and every borough up when it heard the first blast
and every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the uptown by foot and motorcar
looked like war than anything I've seen so far
so far
so far
so and ingenious
a poetic so far gone
that every newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and I'll you what, while we're at it
you can the pentagon
keep the
keep and every TV
that's been trying to me
to
in some prep punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
retribution
even as the blue 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 silt on every mantle
from hell's to Brooklyn
and the streets are full of
sudden twists and near
and soon every open bar is to the rafters
with of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is
never before
as all over the
just shake their heads
and

so here's a 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 gaze of mt.

a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma
just to listen to a young voice

here's a toast to all the on death row right now
the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a

'cause take away our
and we are a third world
under the thumb of some blue royal son
who stole the oval office and phony election
I
it take a weatherman
to around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida,
and boy did he

and we these truths to be self evident:
#1 W. Bush is not president
#2 America is not a democracy
#3 the is not fooling me
I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so
I'm looking out my whole human family
and I'm my glass in a toast

here's to our last of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this
shoo away the swarms of planes
and find train ticket we lost
once upon a time the line followed the river
and into all the backyards
and the was waving
the was teasing us
from brick walls and
we were rolling over
through
stars
I of touring like Duke Ellington
in my own car
I dream of waiting on the tall blonde benches
in a station aglow with grace
and standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my

give back the night its whistle
give the back its soul
give the big oil companies the finally
and relearn how to
yes, the are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to through the rubble, clean the streets
and the air
get our government to pull its big out of the sand
of someone desert
put it back in its
and quit the chants of
freedom

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

and while at it
remember the first time
the
the truck?
the parking
the princess didn't even feel the pea?
joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change 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
that the FBI was all that case
the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that

the CIA
or is it
committing countless crimes humanity
this kind of eventuality
as its
for abuse after abuse
and it didn't a clue
look, another to see through
way up
on the floor

key
another
10%
90%
3000 some disguised as people
on an too perfect day
must be than poems
in asshole's passion play
so now it's job
and my job
to it that way
to make they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby
the train?