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Saturday, December 11, 2010

Reflections on Lost Time


Psychic pain consumes my brain
Haunting caustic always the same
Rhythms change but grey remains
The color cloaking blood and veins

Walking wounded I’m ashamed
Of all the things I’ve done in vain
Of all the promise laid to waste
Of foolish dreams I wish erased

Flying high I fell apart
Lost my anchor in the dark
I played my cards fast and hard
Went too far and now I’m scarred

Desperate for motivation
I need to break my isolation
To rid myself of the sensation
Of imprisonment in my basement

Psychic pain forces change
Blood moves again through crippled veins
Inspiration flows from pain
Creative flow reclaims my brain

Saturday, September 11, 2010

LINES and BARS


accepting rejection
dissecting connection
i seek absolution
but crave affection
alone in a jail cell
trapped in a living hell
pain my new master
learning rules faster
limiting creativity
haunted by divinity
battered by humility
ready to live simply
humiliated by reality
shocked by my capacity
still seeking evolution
but within less porous boundaries

BYPO
c2010
EVOLVE or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

ODE to a HOUSE BEAT


Drums beat bodies writhe
Strobe lights seduce the eyes
Teeth grind lips defy
Controlling egos undermined

Bass drives treble flies
Little monsters dip and dive
Boys strip grown men cry
Drag queen divas rule the night

Crafty hooks are cyber-wired
Churning souls and touching skies
Emotions soar as vocals rise
House beats ripping through the spine

Hips grind then realign
Sex-starved dancers sweat and pine
Love and lust flirt with desire
Pandora’s box is opened wide

c2010
BYPO
EVOLVE or Die Trying
Bypo.evolve@gmail.com
Byporevolution.blogspot.com

VERSES for UNGODLY HOURS


Night fills my veins
Brain flies rewired
Bordering insane
Neurons flash untired

Praying for creation
Hastening evolution
Beseeching elation
Dreaming of revolution

Blood flows recharged
Eyes blink unthinking
Going out and going hard
Frontal lobe resynching

Hypomanic flying high
Dopamine on overdrive
Emphatically mesmerized
Painfully addicted…
To being more than alive

C2010
BYPO
Evolve or Die Trying
Bypo.evolve@gmail.com
Byporevolution.blogspot.com

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

STREET ART IS NOT A CRIME



We rule the night
Armed with paint
Taking walls-scrawling names

Plant a flag-say your piece
Make it rhyme-make it deep
Keep it real-RESPECT the street

Cops on the hunt rolling deep
Repressing speech suppressing peace
Defending the sacred sanctity
Of bourgeois private property

Upset the cart-rise and fly
Empires fall when slaves arise
Solar systems orbit stars
Juntas fall when people rise

For now we roll with subtlety
Dodging cops and scoping streets
But soon we rise in daylight
Armed with words and colored bright

Street art baby- now’s the time
Free speech is not a crime
Democracy is undermined
When billboards rule our eyes and minds

Wars abroad-wars at home
Palestine is walled in stone
Cops are killing brothas daily
Prisons filled with Huey’s babies

Fight with love, armed with rage
Paint markers are our war paint
Street art is not a crime
Speak the truth and buff the lies

A Short History of Racism


Dehumanizing African lives
Rationalizing genocide
Embodied in-law-enshrined in rites
Consuming a nation riddled in lies

It lives in every cop car
Writhes on every cell block
Seeps through Obama’s door
Decimates Iraqi lives

Animates the tea party
Brain-dead proto-fascists
Armed with three bad ideas
But too shameless not to talk shit

Bigotry loves ignorance
Breeds in wells of bitterness
Born to feed the slave trade
Building prisons nowadays

Through the ages great minds observe
That those hurt aren’t always clear
Many see some benefit
In kicking down in ignorance

Frederick Douglass said it best
They divided both to conquer each
Workers of every color and creed
Must build a new insurgency

Friday, August 13, 2010

DMV INSURGENCY


gentrified-cannabalized

dc cries as fenty writhes

soaked in shit and wet with lies

oligarchy lives to die



neoliberal parasites

developers should pay a price

stop raping public property

stop neoliberal slavery



graham's a crook-he's going down

psychofrantic toxic clown

loza's backthe pornopimp

pseudoking of immigrants



telling folks to get in line

suck up to power right on time

fiefdoms fall when peasants rise

goliath fell when david cried



take back dc get out the vote

vote your conscience

dope your fight with love and hope

raise your fist and smoke a bowl



markers out-war paint

wheatpaste and demonstrate

street art underground

runs the town and holds it down



servers cabbies immigrants

organize and smash the rich

fund our schools and educate

runout rhee like tar baby



creative genius comes anew

revelation shining through

create relate and devestate

integrate and copulate



declaring our autonomy

restoring social sovereignty

from colony to CITY STATE

ancient tounges writhe with rage



crobuzon new babylon

new republic going strong

time flies birds fly

system's crash when people rise



revolutionaries rise

percolate and organize

take politics to the streets

build a new insurgency



the raisin's ripe

rebellion time

viral live and realized

intifada globalized



wired hard scarred and barbed

armed with words immune to lies

MONSTA ARMY rolling deep

DMV INSURGENCY

BYPO
c2010
EVOLVE OR DIE TRYING
REVOLT OR LIVE LYING
bypo.evolve@gmail.com

Saturday, August 7, 2010

TO PATRICK


We were adolescent friends
Armed with pubescent bravado
Always joking—always smiling
The girls always liked you
So I thought you must have been happy
Years later on the platform I saw you
Beautiful body teeming in prep school apparel
You held my gaze a little too long
But I thought nothing of it at the time
Freshman year of college, I get the word
You are dead—by your own hand
Wrists slit—but not enough
So a rope found your kneck
The ladies came to the funeral
And word was, there were secrets you couldn’t own
It was devastating—losing our golden boy
I only wish I had known—and could have reached out
It is hard to find meaning in suicide
But on this, I drew firm
Those choices should have been yours—with pride

MANIC NIGHTS


Some things are dangerous to remember
Nights flying through streets
Lights flashing—sending signals
Time slowing—now racing
Every corner a new portal
Every cluster of people a new stage
I played those nights for all they were worth
Behind each tinted window
I saw a thrill
Those manic nights had power
There I met my match
There are limits to our powers
And now I know mine well
But remembering those nights
Sends a shiver through knotted neurons
Remembering the time they wanted it all

BYPO
c2009
EVOLVE or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com

HONESTLY


What I want
Is to hold you
To feel your lips
Against mine
What I feel
Is tortured longing
Swelling beneath
My tired eyes
What I need
Is to accept
The parameters
As described
But what I want
Is to tell you what I feel
Deep inside

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

JUSTICE JUXTAPOSED


the facts:
housing is a right
gentrification is a virus

like rats
artists rule the night
when inspiration finds us

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Temptation


emphatic
euphoric
erotic
adore it
love is
melodic
give in and
go for it

BYPO
c2010
EVOLVE or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com
byporevolution.blogspot.com

BIPOLAR



Sometimes when I tell people they don’t get it
The response is sometimes like I’ve just announced my favorite color
No appreciation of the intense vagaries of mood
The wild, productive, but dangerous highs
And the grey paralyzing lows
There is too much silence
I need to break this silence
Being manic is not like having drunk too much coffee
It is a mood suffused in possibility—leaping for new connections
Hypomania—though more controlled—is like a cuddly gremlin
Awaiting water
Depression comes slowly and then moves in to stay
Seizing control of all promontories
It repels anything that smacks of interest or engagement
The medications are my tools
But they work too slowly
And I must reckon with my own demons
In broad daylight—but nonetheless grey

I want the world to understand
And give me credit
For a silent struggle against powerful enemies
And I want support when I need it
Bipolar is shorthand for what I endure
Being ground to the pavement upon occasion
But flying like Icarus at times
Praying the sun won’t melt my fragile wings

MEXICO CITY


A sea of humanity
Taquerias and street food
Dance with la zona rosa
Cheap drinks, clubs, and dates
Nights in the Roma Section
That balcony where I smoked
So many cheap Camels
Mezcal and tequila energizing and enervating
Plazas full of beauty and poverty
People in rags begging for my foreign capital
Beautiful smiles and late night conversation
A city of dreams and expectation and brutal disappointment
The embassy—my embassy—a fortress of frigid indifference
To the human need and desperation
My second city
With its trains snaking underbelly
Its magic subterranean

FIRE


Treading on the edge
Going up for months
Without really going down
Wide awake at 5 am
Contemplating bold moves
Subtle disquiet
Longing and loneliness
I am testing my chemistry
Addicted to dopamine
And cigarettes
I hope this is honest
Truly capturing
The peril and pleasure
Of angels on the brain
Playing with fire
Is always dangerous
But there are safe ways
To get a fix
I felt I was slipping
But now am on high
Hold me if I fall
The sanctity of mood
Is fragile

BYPO
c2008
EVOLVE or die trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com
byporevolution.blogspot.com

Monday, August 2, 2010

MANIC NIGHTS


Some things are dangerous to remember
Nights flying through streets
Lights flashing—sending signals
Time slowing—now racing
Every corner a new portal
Every cluster of people a new stage
I played those nights for all they were worth
Behind each tinted window
I saw a thrill
Those manic nights had power
There I met my match
There are limits to our powers
And now I know mine well
But remembering those nights
Sends a shiver through knotted neurons
Remembering the time they wanted it all

BYPO
c2009
bypo.evolve@gmail.com
byporevolution.blogspot.com

ADDICTION




Its as easy
To abuse a person
As to abuse a substance
To become addicted
To a particular prism
Through which to view oneself
I breathe deeply
And try to let go
Of the compulsion I feel
To connect incessantly
And learn to carve independent space
For my own thoughts and feelings
Breaking any habit
Is a ruthless challenge
But only in balance
Can we find peace
And free connection

BYPO
c2009
EVOLVE or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com
byporevolution.blogspot.com

Friday, July 30, 2010

DO IT RIGHT--Letter to a Pop Star in Arizona: the bilingual bassline remix


huh-huh-HEY-HEY
gaga do it right
its a war zone fight
don't side with hate

da-dit DO IT RIGHT
INCITE tonight
luh-luh-LOVE and RAGE
should claim your stage
kill the cylon phage
don't play with hate

ma-ma MONSTA teeth
need MONSTA claws
ma-ma-MONSTA army going strong
pound your feet in stilleto heels
bash the bigots with GAGA steel

sin justicia no hay paz
sin la musica
BIGOTS can't dance
be a dit-dit DIVA
or a righteous boss
don't forget to floss
don't forget your base
(ba-ba- BASS not hate)

MONSTA power- EJERCITO
smash the border-free the people
una fuerza de justicia esta creciendo
de raices profondas y poderosas
la lucha de amor esta surgiendo

like the BOSS don't floss
don't hide your claws
ta-ta-TAKE-take CHARGE
be a righteous STAR
be a rebel with a cause
funk the bigots ball

do it right
liberate your fame
be a MILITANT
not the bit-bit-BIGOTS'
hipstress debutante
stuck iin a bad romance with racist fans

paparazi watching you
the world takes heed of what you do
los inmigrantes CAN'T-JUST-BAILLAR
cop cars bring FEAR to the bar
ice raids SCAR obama's SHAME and name
priorities distorted
hope aborted
alejandro's gonna be deported

its not right- not even ok
to play pop star games in a racist state
minutemen are armed with aks
hitler loving vader wannabes
possessed by toxic rage
in love with hate
bigots obsessed
with hating the hands
putting food on their plates
cleaning leaves from their drains

slam dunk-get CRUNK
no cowardly chumps
on GAGA's monster bus
da MONSTA army
keeps it CRUNK
na-nah needs to FUNK
the bigots' border patrol
post-modern kkk
necks red with rage
the wall of hate and apartheid
could fall the night that GAGA plays

tus canciones en arizona
podrian appoyar los fascistas
mistah-mistah don't get it twisted
don't be red listed be an anarchista
don't play POP-pop games
in a racist state
(smash the state with righteous rage...)

night and day
dit-dit-DAY and night
immigrant rights can't be left to DIE
don't hide behind your pokerface
we need your voice on the side of light

si se puede
yes you can
duh-dit-dit do it right
take a STAND
and fight the right
funk the MAN
deface the plan
put the KLAN
and its band
back in the CAN

GAGA-MONSTA!
there's blood on the border
alejandro might be deported
lady of love-lady of rage
MONSTA army inya ear
priorities proud and queer
not da-diss-diss-distorted

MONSTA army going hard
playing pop politics cards
and taking CHARGE
hoping gaga takes a stand
fa-fa FUNK the tea party
suh-suh-SLAM the bigots
BASHING BACK!

gaga: this is a moment of truth
the world is watching what you do
so do it right
JUST DANCE in the light
justice is worth more than fame
you can't be neutral on a moving train

immigrant roots
immigrant rights
seize the time
stuh-stuh- STAND and FIGHT

do it gaga
do it right
seize the time
smash the right


BYPO
c2010
REVOLT or Live Lying
http://byporevolution.blogspot.com/

CRUDE FABLE



the fox is guarding the hen house
and bp is fixing the oil spill
a toxic game of cat and mouse
big oil wants to save its well
obama's talking tough
cuz folks are mad as hell
but words just aren't enough
hypocrisy has a noxious smell

we pay with our lives
for corporate greed
profit valves trump human need
institutional vampires
pollute our seas and ruin homes
if bp doesn't lose its charter
a raisin in the sun
is gettin' ready to explode

BYPO
c2010
Evolve--Or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

MONSTA MARX REMIX: the Hybrid Architecture of the GAGA Revolution



juh-juh JUST DANCE
to pulsating pokerface rhythms

in a TRANCE
pink lips on the dealer's ceiling

with alejandro's lil’ monster
da dit-dit-DANCING in the dark
flung far and going HARD
fanon foucault mieville and marx

reading parts and taking charge
thinking big but drinking hard
post-industrial DECAY
ruins the family farm

gaga’s monsta
mad with rage
leaving money honey
in your cage
and dangerous LOVING
for the cylon phage

playing ta-tit-tit TELEPHONE
with dirty rich bones
leaving PAPARAZI paralyzed
by pavarati's opal eyes and precious stones
never alone but always stoned
the monsta/marxist army grows

JUXTAPOSE this fantasy
with creeping pop reality
free your mind
and you will see
the MONSTA army is you and me
existential humanist
socialist and anarchist
make a wish and raise your fist

gaga’s in an armored BRA
living large and taking charge
sex cells liberate
MONSTA QUEER they procreate

ta-tur-tur TURNING
pretty pubescent boys
into freshly flavored toys
cute and coy but never bored
playing love games for FAME
and dancing in the dark
da-dit-dit-DARK-dark


fame is earned by few
and we are GAGA for lady gaga
always raw fresh and new
turning incipid pop culture
into puh-pah-pah POP POLITICS

sucking neo out of the MATRIX
forging image into reality
making love look like EVERYTHING
kicking the ASS
of tawdry pop tarts
taking NAMES
eating your heart
rebranding the game
never falling apart
open HEART in the DARK

Q-L-G-B-T
thousands marched for equality
MONSTA army queer and proud
say it loud-say it now
gaga was there baring teeth
wearing white like gabriel
jeweled like galadriel
screaming a la casa blanca
ARE--YOU-- LISTENING?!
Escuchanden?
(in da house… in da house…)

the whole world IS watching
a POST-modern POP goddess
monsta army is evolving
standardizing problem solving
veiled and voluptuous
wild and tempestous
hatred sacred love profane
QUEEN of love
lord of RAGE

JUST DANCE she said
and we ARE listening
cylon tounges glistening
forked like asps’ to sting like wasps
dancing with the hybrid dead
with RUNAGATE vinyl sex instead
not on the bed but in our heads
from afar and blessed by STARS

the ma-ma-MONSTER ate my heart
enthralled enthroned but never cloned
cylon style we roll deep
creep don’t sleep
CRY don’t weep
like omar says: know the code
subaltern army OVERTHROW
sharp as nails - never slow
throw some blows then hide the dough

JUST DANCE
play your part
life is art
in light or dark
beautiful mess of sensous flesh
striving for connection
and a fiercer reflection

evolution is unstoppable
another world is possible
and happening now
pa-pu-pu-POW
(in da monsta house!)

the revolution may not be televised
but it will come in scintillating heels
barbed with wire
don’t cop a feel
fakers best recognize
that our remade lives are for real
on our own - no cat and mouse
(New Crobuzon is in da house!)

Ra-ruh-ruh-REVOLUTION
with performance art and paper gangstas
eva-vu-vu-vu EVOLUTION
remaking minds to make them faster
MONSTA army on our feet
armed to the teeth and rolling deep
with BASS hooks and psycho plastics
cybernetic ghetto blasters
scarred hexed and crudely plastered
combat boots with platinum armor
hitting HARD and getting hotter
making the new viper madonna
vuh-va-va-VOGUE a little harder

EVOLVE or die trying
REVOLT or live lying
FO-TO-GRAF my mind
and battle plans you will find
dopamine on the rise
seratonin in disguise
perdido station will be ours
tonight’s the night
the dreamers rise

JUST DANCE
its gonna be ok
the monster army will have its day
M-O-N-E-Y is fly
But lives are precious
and hope won't DIE
when we lie and don’t deny

EVOLVE or die trying
REVOLT or live lying
Electrify and magnify
my mind this time is open wide
viscious battle plans to find
dopamine staying high and fly
revamping the CORTEX
next frontier to pump and flex
sampling the cock effects
plugging in and scanning text
free your mind and let it rise
conquer matter – conquer time
have no fear neo-gaga’s real
neurons and synapses hear

ROCKSTAR
do it right
go too far
SEDUCE the night
evolving
seeking truth
HOLDING ON
BULLET PROOF

monsta army inda house
remade party on the bounce
sentinels don’t drop your guard
neo-gaga’s going HARD
battle scarred but taking charge
living large with monster claws

REVOLT-REBEL
give suckas hell
hypomanic in the flow
ebbing changing making whole
just DANCE behind your poker face
paparazi’s saving grace
amazing how fine freedom tastes

love and pain
guilt and shame
building power
branding FAME
trust: a weapon taking aim
blow the sockets
from your brain

EVOLVE NOW or lose your place
in darwin’s hypomanic race
style and flair will guard our army
blood red hair HARD and swarthy
REVOLUTION coming strong
like a beat just GOING hard
MONSTA flesh takes the matrix down
marx’s crown is Gaga’s power
the specter haunting those on top
is agitprop hip hop and pop
flush with cash but fierce as hell
training us to suck it well
revolt rebel ignore the smell
hybrid ZION: love and kill
the oracle will keep it real

MONSTA mash - MONSTA army
barricade with money honey
all we have to lose are chains
WAR PAINT will brand our face
armageddon’s marx’s day
gaga will be looking out
to see the crowd so hold it down
cock your rocks and let em fly
goliath dies when david cries

evolve, rebel, or die trying
intifida globalizing
oracle and architect
marx and gramsci reconnect
gaga and her super powers
workers of the world unite
the monsta’s right
we rule the night

we run this town
we run this world
RED and BLACK banners unfurled
malcolm’s rage is martin’s power
REVOLUTION coming strong
It’s a monsta mix not just a song

raize the house
burn it down
slaves rebel and take the town
rebuild and grow
with GAGA power
on the hour
from sauron’s tower

just DANCE with that poker face
change the game and take the stage

MONSTA army here to STAY
eat the rich and make them pay

just DANCE to the MONSTA mix
feuerbach and river styx

building new mythology
hieroglyphics flying free
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BYPO:
c2010*
EVOLVE or die trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com


Words, beats, and aural collage by BYPO
Back up vocals by the global hip hop nation
Samples from Lady Gaga, Gil Scott Heron, Rhianna, Jay-Z, Tricky, Madonna, China Mieville, Karl Marx, the Matrix, Battlestar Galactica, the Wire, queer theory, ancient and biblical iconography, the collective unconscious, the black freedom struggle etc…

*=copyright issues, while often real, generally get in the way of creative thinking

Monday, July 26, 2010

BASSLINE BOUNCE

BASSLINE BOUNCE

da-dun-dun-da SHOW ME LOVE
ba-dumpadum-pa UP ABOVE
SHOW ME GRACE (deface-replace)
give me hugs and toxic drugs
da dit-dit-DANCING
never enough
in the DARK (be my thug)
MONSTA's here
Never fear
in-in-INTIFADA in your ear

BYPO
c2010

http://byporevolution.blogspot.com/
EVOLVE or Die Trying
REVOLT or Live Lying

bypo.evolve@gmail.com

TOXIC MELANGE




LOVE and RAGE
GUILT and PAIN
make me CRY
SCREAM my NAME
trust is a WEAPON
when LOVE is a GAME
RAGE is a MONSTER
too TOXIC to TAME

BYPO
c2010
Evolve--Or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com

MEMORIA: A Tribute to the Life of Gloria Cobbs

MEMORIA: A tribute to the Life of Gloria Cobbs

stop to pray
stop and stare
pain can teach
or destroy

night and day
love and rage
rule the streets
fill a void

six feet deep
a body laid
grief runs wild
children play

set love free
this sacred day
make a choice
to change your ways

friendship bleeds
love is pain
choked by weeds
a rose is slain

rise again
live to die
joy comes
to those who cry

BYPO
c2010
Evolve-- Or Die Trying

LAS RAICES DE LA ESPERANZA

queremos la justicia
no la poli-migra
gritamos si se puede
dicen no se pudo

nuestras historias
son nuestras victorias
el poder de l'amor
es mas que lo de odio

queremos la justicia
nos dan arizona
queremos la reforma
justa y humana
su idea de reforma
se abusa la idioma

raices inmigrantes
derechos inmigrantes
no somos delinquentes
trabajadores son gigantes
dormiendo por el momento
la esperanza esta surgiendo
de raices poderosas
rayando al cielo marveilloso

justicia y democracia
no puede esperar
poder no entiende
los que no marchar

la lucha obrera
no tiene fronteras
las palabras de la tierra
dicen si se puede
para siempre
ganaremos esta lucha
questa lo que cueste


paz amor y revolucion
resistencia y transformacion
raices inmigrantes
derechos inmigrantes
justicia por todo el mundo
es la solucion de nuestra gente

BYPO
c2010
EVOLVE--Or Die Trying

URBAN HIEROGLYPHICS-- a poetic collage



agitprop
street art
hits the mind
hits the heart
write it down
make it pop
make it rhyme
make it art

i write
because i am
love and hate
fast friends
rockstar
do it right
go too far
rule the night

neolithic
pancreatic
so seductive
and emphatic
hieroglyphics
deeply rooted
changing hearts
changing moods

educate
liberate
agitate
devestate
free your mind
seize the time
organize
and demonstrate

BYPO
c2010
Evolve or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com

"MONSTA" REMIX 2.0




juh-juh JUST DANCE
to pulsating pokerface rhythms

in a TRANCE
pink lips on the dealer's ceiling

with alejandro's lil monster
da dit-dit-DANCING in the dark
never far and going HARD

leaving money honey
in your mouth
and dangerous LOVING
in gaga's monsta house

playing ta-tit-tit TELEPHONE
with dirty rich bones
leaving PAPARAZI paralyzed
by pavarati's opal eyes and precious stones

ta-tur-tur TURNING
pretty pubescent boys
into freshly flavored toys
playing love games for FAME
and dancing in the dark


fame is earned by few
and we are GAGA for lady gaga
always raw fresh and new
turning incipid pop culture
into puh-pah-pah POLITICS

sucking neo out of the MATRIX
forging image into reality
making love look like EVERYTHING

kicking the ass
of tawdry pop tarts
taking names
eating your heart
rebranding the game
never falling apart

Q-L-G-B-T
thousands marched for equality
and gaga was there screaming
ARE--YOU-- LISTENING?!
(in da house—in da house)

the whole world is watching
a postmodern pop monster is evolving
veiled and voluptuous
sacred and profane
wild and tempestous
QUEEN of love--lady of RAGE

JUST DANCE she said
and we ARE listening
forked tounges glistening
dancing with the dead
with vinyl sex toys
on the bed and in our monsta heads

the MONSTER ate my heart
and gaga is enthroned but never cloned

JUST DANCE
play your part
watch the beautiful mess
of sensous human flesh
striving for connection
and a fiercer reflection

evolution is unstoppable
another world is possible
and happening now
pa-pu-pu-POW (in da house)

the revolution may not be televised
but it will come in scintillating heels
fakers best recognize
that our remade lives are for real
(New Crobuzon is in da house)

Ra-ruh-ruh-REVOLUTION
with performance art and paper gangstas
armed to the teeth
with BASS hooks and ghetto blasters
scarred hexed and crudely plastered
combat boots with platinum armor
hitting HARD and getting hotter
making Madonna vogue a little harder

EVOLVE or die trying
REVOLT or live lying
photograph my mind
and battle plans you will find
dopamine on the rise

JUST DANCE
its gonna be ok
the monster army will have its day
M-O-N-E-Y is fly
But lives are precious
and hope won't DIE

EVOLVE or die trying
REVOLT or live lying
photograph my mind
and battle plans you will find
Dopamine on the rise

ROCKSTAR
do it right
go to far
RULE the night
evolving
seeking truth
HOLDING ON
BULLET PROOF

(monsta inda house- remade party on the bounce)
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BYPO:
words, beats, and aural collage
c2010
EVOLVE or die trying

Samples from Lady Gaga, China Mieville, queer theory, and ancient iconography

(copyright issues, while often real, generally get in the way of creativity)

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