Francois Hardy
Marpessa Dawn
Bridgette Bardot
Anna Karina
--Cool Hand Mo
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Radiohead, The Beginner's Guide (For Linds The Non-Believer)
How To Disappear Completely In no particular order, while in reality their entire catalog of material is Citizen Kane status, rosebud.
--Cool Hand Mo, (The Boney King of Nowhere.)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Nobody ever had a dream round here
But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me
Nobody ever pulls the seams round here
But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me
I've got this energy beneath my feet
Like something underground's gonna come up and carry me
I've got this sentimental heart that beats
But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now
Why do you waste my time?
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges
So scared of what they'll find
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home every now and then
Well have you ever seen the lights?
Have you ever seen the lights?
I took a shuttle on a shockwave ride
Where people on the pen pull the trigger for accolades
I took a bullet and I looked inside
Running through my veins an American masquerade
I still remember grandpa C.J.'s wake
I've never really known anybody to die before
Red, white and blue upon a birthday cake
My cousin, he was born on the fourth of the July and that's all
Why do you waste my time?
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges
They're so scared of letting me shine
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home
Every now and then
Every now and then
You know I see London, I see Sactown
Holds my hand and lets my hair down
Rolls that world right off my shoulder
I see London, I see Sactown now
--Cool Hand Mo
Rock N Roll facts
This dude sucks.
This dude doesn't.
This clip has already been posted on here before, but oh well...
--Marbles
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
"you wasn't suppose to rhyme, better off with a clothing line,
in this business of pimps, many hoes get signed"
This is currently what's bangin' in the whip. I'll admit that when I first bought this album way back when it dropped I came close to throwin the shit right out the car window onto the highway. The dude went all the way left on this, most of all the beats have grown on me over time, this is a top 3 Com album. If u can get past the craze production you'll realize how craze this dude is spitting. It's craze, craze, and craze.
Your eye balls may start bleeding after reading these razor blade lyrics, lol.
Blood and magic dripping from me
True thugs and addicts I grip an entry
Enter this game with tricks and envy
I forget game to remain an emcee
Rooms in my mind that's still empty, only fufilled through prophecy
You stoppin me, you see I'm tryin to catch this plane
You must be slow nigga, catch your brain
It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain
Got hoes?, Ho nigga respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
Wrote a letter to the concrete, PS we strong
You was at your hardest when you didn't even try
Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die
Electric Wire Hustle Flower
Mercury and retrograde, I'm trying to get niggas in the ghetto paid
While they watch pornos and Escalades, away from floats and the dope in sex parades
Somebody screamin in my mind, I'm tryin to find if it's me
Or voices on the master, they desgin to be free
Same revolt, can't be found on TV, or radio, its livin in me
Hey lady, that smoke is bothering me
If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry
All this rap talk is blowing my high
I just came to chill and build with my guy
I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path
This story of a pimp stick that became a staff
You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag
Art and oppinions are made to clash
Electric Wire Hustle Flower
Out of body experience hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain
I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or like AI playin hurt the whole game
Dig it to the Earth's brain for worst gain
Focused like young blood on his first chain
I used to write shit to please niggas
Now I write shit to freeze niggas
Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out
I sit in the room with the lights out
Whether diced out, or with their hair spiked out
I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin
Electric Wire Hustle Flower.
I'm to lazy to post this song.
--Marbles
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Cat Power Covers Bowie's Space Oddity...
...for a Lincoln commercial. Ok, at least it's a cover.
Here's what Thom thinks.
--Cool Hand Mo
Google Has It's Own Satellite Now?
“the satellite will be able to see an object the size of home plate on a baseball diamond but also map the location of an object that size to within about nine feet (three meters) of its true location on the surface of the Earth without need for ground control points.”
Wow, weird.
--Cool Hand Mo
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
