Urban Poetry

[Sven Golly]

Pretty pink, baby blue
why don't you teach me something new
we're all just babies in my view
so crawl baby - crawl baby.

A3K

[Iago]

Gasoline Dreams

Don't everybody like the smelll a' gasoline?
Well burn muthafuka - burn American dreams.
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
we'll snap for yo' slice-o-life I'm tellin' you why
I hear Muther Earth's now on birth control
the coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to hold
the highway up to heaven got a crook in the toll
youth full of fire got nowhere to go - no where to go.

Outkast

[Fagen]

Don't Take Me Alive

Can you heare the evil crowd,
the lies and the laughter?
I hear my inside,
the mechanized hum of another world
Where no sun is shining
no red light flashing
here in the darkness
I know what I've done
I know all at once who I am.

[Al Truest]

Dr Feelgood


Methamphetamines, you'll read in the magazines,
are the scourge of society and all its propriety
yet diphenhydramine and phenopropololamine
treat symptoms of our maladies and stoke the economy
manufactured needs, new syndromes and disease
keep the flock at ease yet there is no reprieve
side effects many, a fate worse in the remedy
who'll stop the pain, it keeps coming like the rain
drugs on the streets numb the fear of the police
and ills of the soul keep the right wing in control
the fix is in - it's all but a scam
the quality of life is now measured in grams.

[Adey]

Dr Feelgood is fantastic work, that completely justifies the premise of Urban Poetry.

"the quality of life is now measured in grams" is a killer line. As I know well, your personal pain over the issue comes through loud & clear. Poetry should be many things, but the first thing it should be is honest. And this is..

[Al Truest]

adey said:

Dr Feelgood is fantastic work, that completely justifies the premise of Urban Poetry.

Really?.... I wasn't so sure that what I felt was presented coherently. Thanks!

"the quality of life is now measured in grams" is a killer line. As I know well, your personal pain over the issue comes through loud & clear. Poetry should be many things, but the first thing it should be is honest. And this is..

I'm beginning to see that more and more. Being just clever and technical is never as rewarding or in fact all that good.

[Mario]

Cali

Down in the barrio the rules aren't the same
I have no tommorrow if I'm not in the game
Black tar horse galloping wild
runaway kid no longer a child
a mule from the south with a payload inside
she's already dead but hasn't yet died

[Dan]

Charlie Freak had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring - no precious stone
Five nights without a bite
No place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in he'll soon be dead
On the street he spied my face, I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize for chicken feed

Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died in fifteen ways

When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
'round his arm the plastic tag read D.O.A.
Yes Jack, I gave it back
The ring I could not own
Now come my friend I'll take your hand and lead you home....