"ericson" poems
GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art.
Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he was any good or not.
Grieg being with Ibsen, Björnson, Lief Ericson and the rest,
Grieg being dead does not care a hell's hoot what we say.
Morning, Spring, Anitra's Dance,
He dreams them at the doors of new stars.
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Flobots - Handlebars
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3M104iSE3CI
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars, no handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars, no handlebars
[Verse One]
Look at me, look at me
Hands in the air like it's good to be
Alive, and I'm a famous rapper
Even when the paths are all crooked-y
I can show you how to dosey-doe
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And I'm proud to be an American
Me and my friends saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want, cause look
[Hook One]
I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome, no metronome
And I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone, on the telephone
[Verse Two]
Look at me, look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
Alive, in such a small world
I'm all curled up with a book to read
I can make money, open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine
64 miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic, conditions
I know how to run the business
And I can make YOU wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance, cause
[Hook Two]
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone, with a microphone
And I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule, of a molecule
{musical trumpet interlude}
[Verse Three]
Look at me, look at me
Driving and I won't stop!
And it feels so good
To be alive and on top!
My reach, is global, my tower, secure
My cause, is noble, my power, is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let 'em all die in exasperation
Have all healed from their lacerations
Or have 'em all killed by assassinations
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like 'em~!
And I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command because
[Hook Three]
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite, by satellite
And I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope, through a telescope
And I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust, in a holocaust
In a holocaust, in a holocaust, in a holocausssssssssssst!
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
TOMAME SEÑOR YO TE ENTREGO EL CORAZON NUEVO QUIERO SER CAMBIAME
CON TU AMOR TU ERES REAL MILAGROSO REDENTOR MANIFIESTATE AQUI
AL RENDIRTE ADORACION
CORO
SIENTO SU GLORIA ES SU PRESENCIA SON SUS MANOS SANANDO MÍ SER
CORO
SIENTO SU GLORIA ES SU PRESENCIA SON SUS MANOS SANANDO MÍ SER
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Tu Victorioso salvador digno de adoracion. Venciste a la muerte en la cruz por tu llaga sano soy.
Y no daremos gloria a nadie mas
Jesucristo has venido a libertar
Soy sano soy libre en Jesus
fue alla en aquella cruz que el vencio la enfermedad
A El sea la gloria y el poder
me ha tocado con su mano he recibido sanidad
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Deep within shadowy grottos,
I've been chased by her presence.
Unable to escape from below,
I've been faced by my penance,
My penance for letting her ****
**** in the name of acceptance.
She wanted desperately to be accepted,
But The Haunter would never let her.
She could not run from her dreams,
So she fought to be intercepted,
Intercepted by her own insidious instinct,
By her own ghoulishly foul instinct.
Now I wake up with scars every night,
For her knives always find their way.
Now I'm chased with scars every night,
For her knives always want to pay,
To pay me for letting her ****
To thank me in the name of acceptance.
Now I'm the one who can't run,
From myself and herself in my dreams,
For she's always watching me run,
In the dark and in silence of dreams,
In the dark of my own violent torment,
For giving her my loving acceptance.
Written by Ericson Willians.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
¿a quién debería encontrar yo en el país del vino?
¿a quién encontraría qué rostros o qué rostro?
¿el ingeniero que se perdió en el mar hace cuarenta máquinas?
¿la burra de dylan thomas?
¿tu cuerpo deseado amado inesperado? ¿qué cuerpo encontraría
consumido abrasado por la noche como una larga burra
haciendo ruido a máquinas a mar?
quién sabe cómo es eso pero hace diez siglos
leif ericson fundaba el país del vino vikingo eructador
medio bestia también fornicaba debajo de la gloria del cielo
y ustedes miserables ocultan en un cuarto su pálido final
refugian en las sombras sus cuerpos como burras sin leche
sí
algo cambió en el mundo y tu cuerpo es extraño como cuarenta máquinas
y el ingeniero que se perdió en el mar
brilló fosforescente como leif ericson cuando hace diez siglos
clavaba a una mujer contra la tierra
y la tierra adquiría el color de sus cuerpos
y tu cuerpo era el único país donde me derrotaban
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