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I first played the Pyramid Stage back in nineteen eighty four
my first-ever festival, I was like a kid in a candy store
I stayed up all night, man,

Monika's brains and beauty
There's a festival needs planning
Swear I won't leave them hanging
So many clubs to rival us
I guess it's just the five of us

stay


Sayori's aloof and kooky
Natsuki's sweet and cutesy
Yuri is deep and brooding
Monika's brains and beauty
Thеre's a festival needs planning
Swear,

Monika's brains and beauty
There's a festival needs planning
Swear, I won't leave them hanging
So many clubs to rival us
I guess it's just the five of us

to crocodiles.

The second man :

He lives in the big house near the river

The young girl :

The one full of puppets and Woodstock festival's posters

had me mesmerized
With them nice braids and
Them nice ol' thighs
Street poetry, that's my everyday
I come to North Sea, yo, on a Sunday
So I could say

My poetry's effulgent; freehand damagrafik magic
Ghost Under The Light's possessive of your demographic's addicts
Bookmarks, not bruises, I'm

said
"The neighbors await to hear your so-called poetry"

Peak through the stained glass Jesus window
I make no changes to my new home
Besides

The Dark Room

Dilated Peoples

Directors of Photography [LP]

2014

the world
I mean everything became so clear
I didn't slur shit i just kept quiet and made a note of it
Before the poetry is out the fire and I'm over it

this festival of life!

Then as now fly!
Today you reached the point of no return
Now cry! And then die!
Tomorrow I will meet you with your cells

Chillout Tent

The Hold Steady

Boys and Girls in America

2006

man
The festival seemed like a pretty good plan,
Cruise some chicks and get a sun-tan.
And his friend gave him four, but said only take one,
But

Fornever

9th Wonder

Fornever

2010

you to listen
True poetry, we do it how it's supposed to be
Cause right before I write it I imagine you quotin' me

Tabernacle, pterodactyl, apple

not gonna catch
And you know and he proved he proved me right
I got to a paint where you even went to perform you know at music festival
I mean come

still, like when we were beautiful
Our make-up's ageing, our senses aching, all together we were better

Yeah

In Austin, Texas I met her at the festival

the day ends if I calm down I realize that I don't hate shit

If it only were a little more simple
All alone I think a little more syllabols
Writtin poetry

know we be playin' left field
All my n**** foul
They get the point just like a decimal
They know we be poppin
Like some perkys at the festival
I be

commodity in this city. The poem is also a love letter to poetry, with its use of the extended metaphor of smoking, though I always remind students, when I'm

Produzenten - Theo
Ohne euch, wär das hier whack, wie Poetry Slammen
Durch euch sind wir MCs, durch euch wird das Musik
90 BPM - digga Kopfnickerbeat
Das geht

man
Psssh I mean It's only eleven grand
I ain't talking festivals but that's eleven bands
Somebody come and get ya mans
I knew I've been advanced when I

buildings, beautiful, yet sold
Rich in value, but the labels they wore were filled with steaming poetry
Written in a factory that manufactures style

we continue to steal the culture unashamed
Blues festivals filled with white headliners
Red-liners Jim Crow gatekeepers
Living legends dying broke
But

movies went on- ugh

Oh boy, oh boy what is this?
Some kind of Suicide Squad?

Your poetry is lifeless!
You lock yourself behind your bars
Learned so much

feelin like poetry
Why you keep talkin that shit you don't know me
Arabic shit I be high onnat carpet Aladdin
Waitin for shit to go happen
Lazarus Pit she

Didgeridoo, Kick it with you, Kid who is you
Yeah, I have grammar, Don't apply to poetry
No, I'm not retarded, Whip it out and blow a tree
Get drunk, She pet