Sunday, March 22, 2009

SOIL & "PIMP" SESSIONS

if rock never dies, then jazz is its immortal brother.

and last night the pimpers showed singapore one more time just exactly how close these brohters are.

the sweetmusic crew went down in full force to the esplanade to watch them last night, i guess this year's tours for them would be to plug their latest and fifth album already so far - Planet Pimp.

well last night, going way above and beyond expectations by most accounts, soil and "pimp" were a virtually inseparable assault of jazz improv and frantic punk rock stage intoxication, with beat styles from every possible nook and cranny of the universe of music exploding at the speed of a thousand million excruciatingly slinky bass hooks, the grand palace from which the princes of the horns tore their hearts out for the audience with every breath and every drop of sweat as they bickered in magical unison, contantly contantly watched over by the bishop of the keyboards and grand piano keys, the wizadry of sweet sweet omnipresence.

And of course, following in the fine Japanese tradition of perfectionism, soil and "pimp" 's President aka Shacho was always at hand to guide all learned and unlearned ears to every turn, dive, stop, jump and mind fuck moments in the songs, and to remind us all that was going on was really goin on and that we weren't dreaming.

till now i still can't define them. they call their stuff death jazz. i think it's even more than just death jazz. free flow death punk jazz rock orchestra doesn't even scratch the surface.

anyways, you guys know im not crazy over labels or genres.

but if i ran a music shop, i'd have to place their albums somewhere.

and i guess im just gonna have to put them under the SICK section.

shouts out to mister green for tipping me off, you the pimp.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

I want to eat the song but i can't

how could this song have existed before me
and felt and thought and dreamt
the same fancies, fears and feats
as the ones close to me
as the ones that share my space and time and heart
the ones who know exactly what i mean when i say i love you
or as my soulmate
my sweetheart my wife
the silver lining in a cloud of grey and ending youth
the pouring cascade of rare rain
on earth parched dry, cracked
and inedible
inedible
like the manna of music
of strums and strings
kicks clacks and soft thuds
of chords and verses and words
of a feeling having been felt before
long long before you even first felt it
touched before
understood before
wilted before
in the extreme glare of timelessness



mister pink

Friday, March 06, 2009

To the other colours, how about a blast from the past :) God's gift to man is you wearing a see through

Crush a coal to a diamondEyes forever shiningYour beauty alone inspire a niggah to rhymingThinking of the better things in lifeThinking of how i could persuade you to become my wifeHand in hand as we floating over tropical sandsYou my lady, i'm ya manSo let's futher advance to the next sceneMe sleeping next to you restingYou are the personification of all god's blessingsComing to me in just one physical beingOne physical dream that i wanna redeemYou're voluptuousSweet caramel brown honeydewSatin skin smooth to the touch, what a niggah doSo sensualHer smile like a chemical extract of perfectionRare mineralShe smell like a happy birthday on a thursdayQuiet time love sleep in i wake early[chorus:]Honey brown wit the long black hairTeasing me with a kiss and a stareSlight touch and you taking me thereSo fine and it just ain't fairSo beautiful and so damn rare[verse 2:]She's angelic and energeticUsing sex as a weaponI reckon that i'm confessingHer body is just a blessing from god down to earthShe needs to be in a church to prove thatWe didn't spawn from fish but god's workHurts to see her clothed cause her body beholdsSecrets untold valued like platinum and goldFor she is the key to open my mind to seeThe energy that radiates from the gates of heavenly blissI reminisce over touch and kissWhile you fucking a bitch i go make love to my missNever scandalousIt unanimous that the how i handled itLights off and candle lit rooms and glamorousYo i call you love sexual you look edibleParallel snuggle up close intellectualIn a rendezvous who are you in wrap hairdoNo makeup in jean shorts open toe shoeI wanna hold you mold ya soul i behold youKnow you better than myself never own youBut keep you never leave youI beseech youGods gift to man is you wearing a see throughRiding seadoos in atlantic oceanCausing commotionLay you down going through the motionsKeep ya skin soft lotions got me coastingDown pretty round brown thighs the candles low lit[chorus:]Honey brown wit the long black hairTeasing me with a kiss and a stareSlight touch and you taking me thereSo fine and it just ain't fairSo beautiful and so damn rare[verse 3:]Look at this agreeableDelightful, delectableUnforgettableSo sweet she may be edibleShe needs a pedestal to step out of heaven you ready booNever hypothetical you factual and magicalFuck theatricalBaby girl because you actualPhysically your chemistry is so mathematicalHad to use academics to define your spiritYou lifting my limitsYour name off my tongue is a lyricShe's a compilation of my minds representationOf a representativeRepresenting an excellent revelation of time and dedicationNever impatientShe know the dealRevealed herself to meSo i can see her heavenly waysHer heavenly gazeAnd plus it don't hurt that she has an ass for daysSo as we lay i reminisce on the day that we metPlease god never let me forget