It is never without a hitch, when you speak to malformations, that people up in the echelons pay attention; closely and uninhibited. You’d find this problem in reverse in the industry formerly known as entertainment. There are more clowns than crowns. No Piano warriors, no real-life guitar heroes; not even a Paul Simon (and that sucks bad, saying little or lots). The point is not to say that being a fan of de-evolved rhetoric makes anyone evil, but you have to place a limit on what you’ll stand for, and against. Almost all of you that have been following know where my mind treads, but look at this fact; my greed is in order to help others gain more and to aid them in learning to be secure with their own arms, legs, feet, minds, and eyes; see the difference?
And that’s the problem with words, as they make it far more simple than it will be, for everyone. The maker, the inventor, the proclamation, the God; the egg, the chicken, your uncle Frank’s first wife or your aunt Nancy’s last Saturday night party screw.
But you can’t say this, you can’t help others believe the best, you can only be politically correct and mediocre, hmmm?
Wet vs. dry; tell me girls where it flies and boys, tell them how it pries. And after you hear my song about “Control”, you are dared to email something hateful (really, dare you, do it). If you’re a girl that wants to email something saucy, bring it. If you’re a homosexual man that wants to do the same, you better be a very good-looking gay-man because frankly, superficiality is all part of our daily dares (isn’t it?) – Dig?
Secret Silentz? No, wrong guy, but either way, go tell your friends it is the same guy (can’t hurt to get more listeners, right?) – There is nothing wrong with that. Stop saying there is, you don’t know the pressure (stop it). Are you threatening me? I am “The Secret Silence” to you. Mr. The Silence, ja? Isn’t it pointless somehow, this tirade on nothing more than a label to get more accomplishments deemed “visibility”? Well, let’s drive into a volcano at this point. We’ll stop the world and melt with (or into) each other. Moving forward, using all our breaths. But not dog breath (because that would be odd and not provocative). Unless you’re the USA media, in which case, you’ll find dog breath compelling to be at your top news release spot(s).
It is cool how the Japanese always say “The” before “Secret Silence”. So ja, “The Secret Silence”, that’s what to say if you’re feeling Asian about it. Of course, make sure you don’t say it so much that everyone starts to say it that way (a branding nightmare). More to the point, just say, please play more Secret Silence, and say it all the time, as in during your lunch break, right after having sexual intercourse, when you are having a rough time getting to sleep, after having sex; got it? Good. The Secret Silence, because there is only one (when you think about it).
So some arsehead said, “Hey, Happy New Year” with a sarcastic grin. Man, f*ck that guy. Let’s see what types of optimisms we can share. For one, I’ll be administering many of my creations as “free” downloads for all of you to enjoy throughout 2012. We’re talking cross platform (home-computers, mobile, tablets) and maybe some interesting off the wall ideas thrown in the mix (pun?) – Anyway, I couldn’t say everything at this time regardless so please, mark your mind and these words, and follow them to the letter…
There are these people who regurgitate what they read, hear, absorb, like a mantra, they recite and cite the poetry of propaganda. Why? It pays no tribute to the reality of our surroundings. My name for these self proclaimed experts is “Fake Intellectuals”. It is odd to think that there could be such a thing, but between the Wall Street Journal, People Magazine, and bad internet programming, it is easy to understand how this disease has spread faster, and become the most predominate form of controlled opinion since TVs early conceptions. The worst example is probably the interview with Sarah Palin. While most know that the entire left/right paradigm is a complete construct to distract the masses, those that don’t (and didn’t) continued to utter how McCain was a “Maverick”, all because some ditsy MILF wanna’ be b*tch said so. Digression aside; give me; some examples that irritate or agitate you, serious or comical. Who are your fake intellectuals?
Money is a scale to measure success, true. Many people work jobs they don’t want to, but they either have to or just understand that their systems of currency can only exist if their hard work is put in. Even in a perfect world, without hard workers, the entire Goddamn thing would fall apart. Seriously; and for the optimistic crowds that continue to push others to “Love what they do.” – Not every aspect of something you do is pleasing, so why try to make it so? Just do it. No musician likes marketing, no whore likes to not get paid, no doctor likes to talk for free (even the ones who do). We all do things for different reasons, and if we do it for money then more power to us. Even if you play an instrument just to play, unless you had rich parents, the money to own and maintain the equipment has to come from somewhere. The harder you work, you will reap the benefit of being able to tell the music store salesman, “I want that Diamond plated silver ruby stud Trumpet, with that Pearl drum set, to go.”
People are still talking about keys to success, even now, in the collapsing societies which will ultimately birth a better system of humanity, people still want to hold on to this juvenile concept. Hardships aside, once we get over whatever challenges the new world brings, we’ll all have a chance (those of us that survive the camps), we’ll all have a chance to start fresh; with perspective, with newfound will. Let babies play with keys. Success is a distraction in the bigger scheme of things. Ask the lip synching culture any day of the week. “Do they have bottle service here?” What a retort. Could we find pessimism any more delightful? Intrigued as we could be by that side note, what is so great about these old ideas? New ideas aren’t that good either, alienate? No; debate? F*ck no; so what then? No one knows, or do you?
If you peel a lemon long enough, you might convince yourself that it isn’t so sour, tangy, whatever your tastes buds decide is the case; but it will always be a lemon, no more or less. We paint pictures of distilled tranquility, in our minds, we fold the space and time of reality so we can haphazardly confiscate our dreams into a tangible result, but in these toughening times, trials and errors, all we can succumb is the momentous spiral of gratification, which is often instant and too fast. We don’t heed the concessions of a life more valuable, but value the tools in life to feel less vulnerable; why? We should exist without fear and should prevail without remorse, but this world has shown the severity with nothing gained, only afforded; detriment; plagued by enlightenments. Our surreal natures are now bound by honor, which many lack in this destructive shell, firing at the virtues of fetishes unrealized. What are we now? Who are you?
At the end of a tunnel where people are hung and shot for no good reason, there is a corridor where everything is done for all the wrong reasons. Okay. Where do we find the answer to the prayer for balance? You see, many points of view and obvious rights from wrongs are merely a suggestion, rather than fact. Now, many children would rather live in that ‘C’ standard of living and underachieve, as supposed to aspiring for that ‘A’ standard of living. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck; f*ck, f*ck; f*ck; f*ck; f*ck; f*ck, f*ck, f*ck; f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck; f*ck; f*ck, f*ck; f*ck. Do you understand? Now meet the new standard, a pile of dog sh*t rhetoric, enabling youth to exist with dumb down antics and near zilch accountability. That is the truth; that is the end file. No singular doubt for remedial deeds. Faltered mannerisms for regretful dreams, see?
What was the makeshift manner? It was a method where producing songs had heart, and style, but more importantly, heart. These generations, several degenerations later, have a different ‘ill-wit’ about them. There will be some individual citing some tirade of bitterly existence or “warped” minded chronology however, a longtime is, [a longtime] – So cheers to the death motor, my engine stalled with vengeance and a snack. An appetite still prowling for evolution (not convolution) – And that’s where ‘my’ problem is they say, but feck them, no decency ever became enlightened without fighting the constructs anyway. Do you do two for p a r t y?
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It is never without a hitch, when you speak to malformations, that people up in the echelons pay attention; closely and uninhibited. You’d find this problem in reverse in the industry formerly known as entertainment. There are more clowns than crowns. No Piano warriors, no real-life guitar heroes; not even a Paul Simon (and that sucks bad, saying little or lots). The point is not to say that being a fan of de-evolved rhetoric makes anyone evil, but you have to place a limit on what you’ll stand for, and against. Almost all of you that have been following know where my mind treads, but look at this fact; my greed is in order to help others gain more and to aid them in learning to be secure with their own arms, legs, feet, minds, and eyes; see the difference?
