Monday, October 24, 2005

EMAIL: "I ain't got time, for bitches, gotta keep my mind, on my mothafuckin' riches..."

they're crazy man...

they're crazy...



(...)


they are a temporary solution...

and...

so are we...



(...)


"Nothin' lasts, forever, and we both know, hearts can change..."


(...)


we cool...

i mean...

things are cool when they' cool...

i mean...

she's my muse...

and...

sometimes it's amusing...

and...

sometimes...


(...)


sometimes...


(...)


i ain't trippin' homie...

but...

if you are...

here...

jus' a lil' catharSisyphussin' 4 ya...

i mean...

all a nigga really need, is a lil' bit...


(...)


"And to the G's, you can feel my pain, 'til a mothafucka gets born, again..."



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Black Krishna Brand

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ATTACHMENT - V021 - She's Not Happy.WAV

377K Download - 1:36




"She ain't happy, when I come over...


She ain't happy, when I leave...


She ain't happy, when I come over...


So I swear...


I must leave...




She ain't happy, when I come over...


She ain't happy, when I leave...


She ain't happy, when I come over...


So I swear...


I must leave...




Oh, she ain't happy...


She ain't, happy...


She ain't, happy...




With me..."





(...)








Sisyphus (SIS-i-fus)

Sinner condemned in Tartarus to an eternity of rolling a boulder uphill then watching it roll back down again. Sisyphus was founder and king of Corinth, or Ephyra as it was called in those days. He was notorious as the most cunning knave on earth. His greatest triumph came at the end of his life, when the god Hades came to claim him personally for the kingdom of the dead. Hades had brought along a pair of handcuffs, a comparative novelty, and Sisyphus expressed such an interest that Hades was persuaded to demonstrate their use - on himself.

And so it came about that the high lord of the Underworld was kept locked up in a closet at Sisyphus's house for many a day, a circumstance which put the great chain of being seriously out of whack. Nobody could die. A soldier might be chopped to bits in battle and still show up at camp for dinner. Finally Hades was released and Sisyphus was ordered summarily to report to the Underworld for his eternal assignment. But the wily one had another trick up his sleeve.

He simply told his wife not to bury him and then complained to Persephone, Queen of the Dead, that he had not been accorded the proper funeral honors. What's more, as an unburied corpse he had no business on the far side of the river Styx at all - his wife hadn't placed a coin under his tongue to secure passage with Charon the ferryman. Surely her highness could see that Sisyphus must be given leave to journey back topside and put things right.

Kindly Persephone assented, and Sisyphus made his way back to the sunshine, where he promptly forgot all about funerals and such drab affairs and lived on in dissipation for another good stretch of time. But even this paramount trickster could only postpone the inevitable. Eventually he was hauled down to Hades, where his indiscretions caught up with him. For a crime against the gods - the specifics of which are variously reported - he was condemned to an eternity at hard labor. And frustrating labor at that. For his assignment was to roll a great boulder to the top of a hill. Only every time Sisyphus, by the greatest of exertion and toil, attained the summit, the darn thing rolled back down again.

SOURCE - http://www.mythweb.com/encyc/entries/sisyphus.html







"We are not being, we are doing..."


- Black Krishna

6 Comments:

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1:43 PM  
Blogger Black Krishna said...

I agree, but nothing proprietary of anyone else's goes here that can be identified as such, and I know and interact with hundreds of people every week or month who provide me with the stimuli for my philosophy in lieu of recycling books.

So, real privacy issues aside, on principal: unless he got more to say than what you're saying, fuck that bitch-made burnout of a high-school principal trying to crack-down on teenagers trying to express themselves uniquely and personally. Kids are fucked-up enough as it is, and only getting moreso with the world we're giving them. If they get a chance to blow off some steam by cathartically calling out their hopes and fears and dreams, they may just chill out.

Trust me: it works.

And, fuck everyone scared of anyone else showing us who they really are, like that's the exclusive right of our favorite artists and an impolite character-flaw of the average person. This bullshit is what gets us trippin' in the first-place... lying to strangers, lying to our friends, and lying to ourselves so we forget who we are and what we want in attempting to fit-in to a normative view of the world based on paranoia and peer-pressure.

I ain't trippin'...

I got a job to prove...

I got moods to improve...

And...

It's totally your call if you wanna get sucked-in to the black hole of my soul...


Pieces of me...
BK

3:38 PM  
Blogger Black Krishna said...

Besides, on a less self-righteous and arrogant note:

It's just a song.

Probably reggae or blues from the melody, though much of my stuff translates easily across genres.

It spontaneously came to me, and I popped it into my MP3 player-mic while the honest-idea and emotions were fresh so I could remember the melody. I flipped it to a homeboy who's working through his own parallel issues, but just like mine and nearly everybody else's, they're simply periodic and not an overall indictment of a situation.

We bitch and complain about our shorties once in a while, but it's all love, and we never really hold anything against 'em.

Most guys I know are like this, and unlike many women, the "Well why the hell are you with them?" question isn't ever-present. We're with them because we want to be, and we simply understand that we'll get frustrated once in a while.

Many women will get messed-up by their female friends knee-jerk reaction to a relationship in calling it "bad" based on relating a simple argument, and then use that peer-pressure paranoia based on the normative stereotype of an "ideal" situation as ammunition in another argument.

They know they do this: I've asked a bunch and they admit it, and they admit it's a bad thing.

(Craptastic Caveat: not everybody is like this, everybody is different, blah-blah-blah...)

Blowing-off steam helps keep issues from becoming "real" issues, whereas soft-pedaling the truth only leads to a feeling of weakness that I've seen horribly repeated far too often: guys afraid of their girlfriends or vice versa, and turning into liars or pussies when worried that being themselves will scare off the person they are with.

It's like "lying" is polite or shows how disciplined you are or how much you care, when in reality temperance is a virtue best served with a side fo truth for everyone involved before trust erodes at the conversational-constraints.

That shit doesn't work for me anyway, and "Yes dear" ain't part of my vocabulary when "Bitch are you crazy??? Just calm the hell down, relax, do this, this, and this, and you'll feel much happier while making my life easier." works better.

A few friends now use me to express themselves in ways they feel their own social circles don't allow. I do it first, prove it ain't such a big deal and it actually makes you feel better, and then I can't be hypocritical when anyone else wants to do the same with me.

I write a song every day too, and capture moods as opposed to identity. I'm a storyteller, and telling a story of angst helps me feel better.

For instance, I no longer feel the way I felt when I thought of and wrote the song above.

(Sorry to burst anyone's bubble but I'm done feeling that way, and good riddance to bad feelings.)

But, I'm still glad I did.

I wrote "A Love Song, For a Love Gone" a while back, with the lyrics:

"This is a love song,
For a love gone,
Was she my soulmate?
A blessing?
Since the day I was born?

A love song,
For a love gone,
I guess I'll never know,
My true love, is gone..."

I felt awful at the end of a great relationship when I wrote it, but now that it's been quite a while we're good friends, and I'm cool with all my ex's.


"We are not being, we are doing..."


F'real...


"Grayin' black-and-white,
Brown Knight, pickin' a fight,
Pack-light, 'cause my insight,
May incite, my flight..."


Peace through pride...
BK

4:35 PM  
Blogger Black Krishna said...

(Borrowing from the best, a factual and funner follow-up...)


"Sun is shining, the weather is sweet...
Make you want to move, your dancing feet...
To the rescue, here I am,
Want you to know y'all, where I stand...

(Monday morning)
Here I am,
Want you to know just if you can,
(Tuesday evening)
Where I stand,
(Wednesday morning)
Tell myself a new day is rising,
(Thursday evening)
Get on the rise a new day is dawning,
(Friday morning)
Here I am,
(Saturday evening)
Want you to know just,
Want you to know just, where I stand...

When the morning, gathers the rainbow...
Want you to know, I'm a rainbow too...
So to the rescue, here I am,
Want you to know just if you can,
Where I stand,
Know, know, know, know, know...

We'll lift our heads, and give JAH praises,
We'll lift our heads, and give JAH praises, yeah...

Sun is shining, the weather is sweet now...
Make you want to move, your dancing feet...
To the rescue, here I am,
Want you to know just if you can,
Where I stand,
Know, know, know, where I stand...

Monday morning,
(scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop)
Tuesday evening,
(scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop)
Wednesday morning,
(scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop)
Thursday evening,
(scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop)
Friday morning,
(scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop)
Saturday evening,
(scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop)

So,
To the rescue,
To the rescue,
To the rescue,
Alright..."


- Bob Marley, "Sun Is Shining"


(...)


"We are not being, we are doing..."

- Black Krishna

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