Mark Daniels ~ Atlas Shrugged

Oyoo ilelele ilelelele ile..
Hey my nigga nigga nigga
Oyoo oyoo oyoo
Wi..Wi..Wi..Willis giddem

Call me Mufasa eh Mufasa
Not mustafa not mustafa
Ello hafa ello hafa
No kokosa

Girl your body is enough
How you shake with shakara
She say lookin nyash kill goat
Backa dey roll like rolling boat
who see nene?
Body dey move like duduke
Hallo
Comment Tu T’appelle
kupe deka le

Girl your body is a controller (ayoyo)
Girl your body is a controller (huh)
And Your body do me janglover (oyoyo)
Say girl your body doing janglover

Kilogbe
Kilogbayi
ki lo fe no no
jomba ri
jo mba jiji
Kilogbe
Kilo ma nu
Jehofa
Your body

Call me Mufasa eh Mufasa
Not mustafa not mustafa (Giddem)
Ello hafa ello hafa
No kokosa

Girl your body is enough
How you shake with shakara
she say looking nyash kill goat
Backa dey roll like rolling boat
who see nene?
body dey move like duduke
Hallo
Comment Tu T’appelle
kupe deka le

Girl your body is a controller (ayoyo)
Girl your body is a controller (huh)
And Your body do me janglover (oyoyo)
Say girl your body doing janglover

Kilogbe
Kilogbayi
ki lo fe no no
jomba ri
jo mba jiji
Kilogbe
Kilo ma nu
Jehofa
Your body

Giddem!
Wi..Wi..Wi..Willis giddem

Girl your body is a controller (ayoyo)
Girl your body is a controller (huh)
Your body do me janglover (oyoyo)
Say girl your body doing janglover

Kilogbe

{sunday} Clint Cline ~ Formations


i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

—i thank You God for most this amazing by e.e. cummings

Happy Sunday.

Ludovico Einaudi: Tiny Desk Concert

Leon Williams ~ Jacked in

Cockney Rebel – Sebastian, 1974

Radiate simply, the candle is burning, so low for me 
Generate me limply, can’t seem to place your name, cherie 
To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide 
Come to a strange place, we’ll talk over old times we never smile 

Somebody called me Sebastian 
Somebody called me Sebastian 
Work out a rhyme, toss me the time, lay me, you’re mine 
And we all know, oh yeah! 

Your Persian eyes sparkle; your lips, ruby blue, never speak a sound 
And you, oh so gay, with Parisian demands, you can run-around 
And your view of society screws up my mind like you’ll never know 
Lead me away, come inside, see my mind in kaleidoscope 

Somebody called me Sebastian 
Somebody called me Sebastian 
Mangle my mind, love me sublime, do it in style, 
So we all know, oh yeah! 

You’re not gonna run, babe, we only just begun, babe, to compromise 
Slagged in a Bowery saloon, love’s a story we’ll serialize 
Pale angel face; green eye-shadow, the glitter is outasight 
No courtesan could begin to decipher your beam of light 

Somebody called me Sebastian 
Somebody called me Sebastian 
Dance on my heart, laugh, swoop and dart, la-di-di-da, 
Now we all know you, yeah!

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