Paint Job (The Lament of 1492 Valencia Street)

Follow 0 fans

Great Apes

The Hominidae (), whose members are known as the great apes or hominids (), are a taxonomic family of primates that includes eight extant species in four genera: Pongo (the Bornean, Sumatran and Tapanuli orangutan); Gorilla (the eastern and western gorilla); Pan (the chimpanzee and the bonobo); and Homo, of which only modern humans (Homo sapiens) remain.Several revisions in classifying the great apes have caused the use of the term hominid to vary over time. The original meaning of "hominid" referred only to humans (Homo) and their closest extinct relatives. However, by the 1990s humans, apes, and their ancestors were considered to be "hominids". The earlier restrictive meaning has now been largely assumed by the term hominin, which comprises all members of t… more »

5:44

2 Views

Playlists:

#1

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Glass me in with shiny new sills
Frankly, I prefer a bit of dirt
All these sheep in suits' clothing
With their boutiques, parlors, and desserts

I miss the smell of posole
The feel of children's footsteps in my halls
And the verse of the taxi
The choruses of language in my walls

New monotone - the cellular drone
A pink mustache, a bus-sized limousine
Culture collage - now blotted out
It's uniform, it's hollow, it's so pristine

There are specters in the dust specs
This paint job's looking suspect
History's vibrant hues, they've all been painted white
My stories sing in creaking pipes

Give me your tired
Give me your needy
Give me distortion from the park
Cover me in graffiti
Give me givers
You can keep the greedy
Back when it felt like home they just called it seedy

Lost in the echoes of low rider roar
The skin of the Women's Building back in '94
The bidders will swarm and the values will soar
While my longing hearth crumbles through the floor

There are specters in the dust specs
This paint job's looking suspect
History's vibrant hues, they've all been painted white
My stories sing in creaking pipes

The slow death of the decades
From the Irish to the tech craze
History's vibrant hues, they've all been painted white
My stories sing in creaking pipes

Weary window eyes with pigeon lashes
Watch as condos stalk from the down street
All these memories rest in rotten beams
Tear me down - just let me sleep

Pray and wait for the great quake
To bring hell cleansing through the crust
We'll be better off when we're all
Splintered and shaken back to dust

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!