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Thomas Kessler

...said the shotgun to the head. (2003/04)


Plays: 1903


for rapper, chorus and orchestra
(excerpt)
Duration: 02 mins 12 secs
Saul Williams, poetry speaker / Rap choir (Schiller-Gymnasium Köln / Berlin / Hamm) / WDR Sinfonieorchester Köln / Jonathan Stockhammer, conductor
(P) WDR Köln, 2009 / © NEOS Music GmbH, 2015

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Text heard on Sample:
and if one could understand such majesty [one could] also understand that
pyramids were first made of flesh
[and that kisses are portals]
our sacred bred shifting through hidden corals and passageways
I will find my way to eternity within you
when I can feel you breathing into me
I, like a stone gargoyle atop some crumbling building,
spring to life a rescucitated angel
I sweep through city streets my wings out-stretched
making mothers clutch their young and remember
and do you remember, dear ones
or has your history forsaken you?
there were mysteries coded in song chants and song round fires
all incantations calling forth this day
on this day the drunks vomit in unison,
though last night they drank from different cups
[the] children laugh and play introducing their parents to invisible friends
a country girl smiles
and two trees blossom out of season
sea sons awaken our mother has returned to return us to uncertainty
once tidal
twice born of wooden ships
thrice formed of mothers' hips
mother ships graced tu lips a poets' garden
"2 for 5"
"they're going fast"
the futures' bargain
"that's strange"
"I heard my name"
the river's parting
"hurry up" things blurry up
the sun is darkened
rivers like oceans
oceans like answers
questions in cloud forms
raindrops in stanzas
to be
or not to ...
to see
or not to ...
she had eyes like two turntables
mixer
in between my dreams and reality
blend in ancient themes the bass is of Isis (basis)
cross-faded to ankh
the beat drops like a cliff over-looking my heart

6000 feet above sea level

3300 bodies disassembled
the head bone's connected to the cock pit

knee jerk ass backwards
dancing slaves in a mosh pit

punk rock of Gibraltar
roll out nothing's new

mo' blood dyes the mo hawk only this time it's you

and you never loved her for what she possessed

you powdered her face and came on her head-dress

oil slicked feathers, putrid stenched water-bed
"mother nature's a whore", said the shotgun to the head

 


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