Editorial on the edit room floor

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How much Editing ? goes into the Audio, Video of a mans life, Before the world would notice an oddity of human nature? Would it be that of a tiny tadpole of an amount? A jolly giant of a fudging that would cause for a rubbing of the eyes and a gaping of their mouth? Would it, could it, oh dear me, should it be a thought considered before a judgement rendered or cast on a poor fellow to be a job or a lot? Humm, me thinks it might be , no, was?, no it was not a lot of job that they sent to the door step of men they knew not... Ahh, a relief, yes , such a relief that these things have never been the case, nor the glory to fit a portion nor word in this slot, to make his meaning more to the appetite of the plot, who's plot you ask? Oh dear shake-spears Macbeth and some final rest in the those leaves of grass and our silly *** as Whitman was so insistent, who or what else plot might be thought for such a play to be sought?

Oct 23, 2015

Oct 23, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC

Aesop Rock - None Shall Pass (Official Lyrics) h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkS5rfptd3M Verse 1 (Aesop Rock) Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist Wither by the watering hole, water patrol What are we, a heart huckabee, art fuckery suddenly? Not enough young in his lung for the water wings? Colorfully ****** poacher at a mulch like 'I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt.' (Fine) Sign of the time we elapsed When a primate climb up the spine and attach Eye for an eye, by the bog's life swamps and vines They get a rise out of frogs and flies So when a dog fights hog-tied prize sorta costs a life The mouths water on a fork and knife And the allure isn't right It's gore on a war-torn beach Where the cash cows actually beef Blood turns wine when I leak for police Like 'That's not a riot, it's a feast, let's eat.' Chorus (El-P and Aesop Rock) And I will remember your name and face On the day you were judged by the funhouse cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky like 'None shall pass.' None shall pass, none shall pass Verse 2 (Aesop Rock) Now if he never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix he wouldn't relate to the rouge vocoder bliss How he spoke through a no-doz, motor on the fritz 'Cause he wouldn't play roll over, fetch, like a ***** And express no regrets though he isn't worth the homeowners **** To the jokers who pose by the glitz (Fine) Sign of the swine and the swarm When a king is a ***** who comply and conform Miles outside of the eye of the storm With a siphon to lure and a prize and award While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war True blue triumph is more Like wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold Let it break the walls of Jericho. ready? go. Sat where the old cardboard city folks Swap tails with heads like every other penny throw Chorus Verse 3 (Aesop Rock) Okay, woke to a grocery list Goes like this: duty and death Anyone object, come stand in the way You can be my little Snake River Canyon today And I ran with a chain of commands And a jetpack strap where the backstab lands if it can. (Fine) Sign of the vibe in the crowd When I cut a belly open to find what climb out What a bit of gusto he muster up Make a dark horse rush like enough's enough It must'a struck a nerve so they huff and puff Till all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck And it's a beautiful thing To my people who keep an impressive wing span Even when the cubicle shrink You gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the **** NY chew through the machine Chorus =========================== Aesop Rock - Zero Dark Thirty h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dbd4h1kaFlY Zero Dark Thirty Lyrics Aesop Rock Follow Embed They did not know how long they had been there (x7) [Verse 1] Look Unsigned hype Front line aeronauts flurry Zero dark thirty Zero Friends minotaur-fugly stepchild Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes Devolved into mothmen munching textiles Punisher Out past go-time Back 10 fried worms chubbier Brown grass both sides Canned food Manmade tools Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes And a handshake-proof campaign, can’t lose Can’t gain Smoke out moles like a force of nature Pray fortune return to his favor Swiftly Maybe in the form of a nest egg Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day M-m-moral compass all batshit Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict I mean, I guess it matters to me I wish it mattered to you How a thousand virtues Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles [Hook] Roving packs of elusive young become Choke-lore writers over boosted drums In the terrifying face of a future tongue Down down from a huntable surplus to one x5 [Verse 2] (Check his own) Breakneck pulse Over colors in a drain That emote sugar skulls in the rain Flower-eyes melting Guided by a levee made of bath tiles, tilting Quarter up and headed for the **** screen No corner cut, no build team Only a particularly menacing Angle perpendicular to everything Boys room cherry bomb Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron Hello Here’s where a tale of caution Pounds coffin nails To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw tooth Nevermind straw to gold Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles Arm in the maw Fish out pith like a business card from a jar at the mall A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause Get stuffed with cartoon cigars Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost Around folk backed into what they most lampoon Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you Fade me Failed all basic training But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling Silhouette, the god’s last cigarette Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculous [Hook]

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Oct 23, 2015

Oct 23, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC

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