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Centuries

by Bill White

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1.
nahlej381, djtjb, bill white - Angel of Death 05:32
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sirens on the trash compactor sound collectors run behind, throwing bags somebody is in my house i thought i locked the door "there are three bags of garbage hanging from your balcony" i feel the bags they feel filled with clothing "why are they on the balcony? you should have brought them to the street" i move to move them outside and the collector beats me to the door "too late now. the trucks are on another street." i shut the door behind the collector but something pushes on it from outside i try to force the force back but it enters without force i look up as it holds me down the monster is so tall i cannot see its face i slap the light switch on the wall with my palms but there is no light the monster pushes me without touching me\ into the dark kitchen i still look up see its glowing head but the face is too high them it touches me a force knocks me back and where am i now? was it even really here? or was idreaming? did it come from outer or inner space? and was it even really here? i never dream of real places but every place of place is real the balcony, the kitchen and the door was it even really here? was i walking in my sleep? is something still there watching me? will it be back? will it return? what does it want of me? or was it never even here? i have not dreamed of monsters since i was a child when eyeballs floated up the stairs and witches gaurded mother's door and i know i sleepwalked then because i woke up in her bed and now i wake up in my bed even my hair is cold and the chill spreads through my bones like icicles
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dragondreams, william shakespeare, and bill white - Aaron (That moment just before...) 03:31
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AARON Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Few come within the compass of my curse,-- Wherein I did not some notorious ill, As kill a man, or else devise his death, Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it, Accuse some innocent and forswear myself, Set deadly enmity between two friends, Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, 'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.' Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly, And nothing grieves me heartily indeed But that I cannot do ten thousand more. From titus Andronicus by William shakespeare
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Garry Kirby and : Bill White - Exilium - The Battle of Cannae 03:44
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Lyrics ( Bill White) 2022 Exilium the “Battle of Cannae” we slaughtered the savage barbarians and regained control of the seas now their descendants rise up against us pushed on by a vengeful breeze 50,000 troops marched into the alps from Africa, Carthage, and Spain half of them starved in the mountains frost biting their fevered brains the ones who survived came down from the alps too sick and enfeebled to fight i thought it would be such an easy thing to attack and to put them to flight these pathetic peons deserved to die for setting foot on roman soil we cut them down but they rose again throwing our spirit into a turmoil they faced us like a crescent moon our numbers were their double but they broke through and drove us back until we were no more than rubble how could such a well-ordered advance be made by this unruly horde they trampled us down forcing us to retreat before we could draw our swords surrounded now, we lost the day our wounds ran bloody red when we limped off the battlefield leaving 80,000 dead when i returned home in disgrace i was despised by all my armies decimated still Rome refused to fall and Rome in time prevailed against this savage horde and in the blood of Hannibal's suicide an empire was born
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Backwards Pricing 04:34
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the truckers union has blocked all entrances to the city and they are shooting any wildcat truckers trying to bring supplies in now the prices are so high on the fruit rotting in the street that the market value of fruit juice manufacturers has skyrocketed and guess who bought up most of their stock the week before this is the sponge that comes free with the soap it costs more than the soap alone three coins for the soap and sponge five coins for the sponge a one litre soft drink sells for one coin a two litre soft drink sells for three coins. why dont people buy two one litre bottles the price of ice cream is higher in the summer because there is more demand for it since they sell more units in summer they would make more money if they lowered their price per unit instead of raising it.they would undersell the competition and come out ahead but try telling the shopkeepers that it can get pretty dicey this backwards pricing it is anything but anagogic when greed wins out over logic quinoa is a perfect grain and has kept peruvians healthy for centuries when the gringos discovered it and began importing it and selling it at monstrously inflated prices the prices in peru rose so high that peruvians could no longer afford it when the peanut farmer jimmy carter became president of the united states all the peanut butter disappeared from supermarket shelves when it returned. the price had tripled it can get pretty dicey this backwards pricing it is anything but anagogic
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STP 1969 (final psychedelic visions) 04:55
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Pungent / tilted pulpy streets decreased in width and I haven’t seen a good-looking vibe all day. Repulsive / they appear to me as grotesque vomit figures. It is hard to convince myself that this is an illusion, that I am trapped within it. Scared / I have to admit that I am here in a world wheregrass can become snakes or lilies with teeth sinking into my feet and I am in a bright box in the madhouse cellar. Stagnant / how much longer can it last? Jesus Saves / the poster drips blood, spattering the terrain. Here / the lady on the bus is missing a leg and her friend is half-plastic. Why / is she staring at me? Where / is the exit? No/ the gun is not the exit. Neither is the knife. I’m not digging it at all, not at all. The sun is trying to trick me into meeting its gaze. It is so beautiful and I can’t resist its beauty. Turn around aand look at the moon. SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTSSPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS. Some chick is telling me the spots are from the devil. The spots will not go away. The spots will not disappear. God / help me, cleanse me, take me away from here. Out / demons, out. God / I cant look at them, please. It is all too repulsive. I don’t want to see the sun I don’t want to see the moon. Our father / or THE SPOTS THE SPOTS or The Fire / it is squeezing my brain. Squeeze / I can’t stand it goddam it leave me alone I can’t stand it squeeZing goddam it HELP ME! There is an idiot on the corner. He is talking to me. He is talking to keep himself normal. There is an idiot on the corner. He is saying, “Praise be to God for he controls the Universe. Praise be to man for the man who brings the bread to the king is starving. Overthrow the king! Absolve him of his mask! Let each man be fed, protected, and treated equally no matter what his trade. Why should a man work a trade he abhors simply to eat better than hisneighbor who enjoys his job? LET EACH MAN PURSUE THE WORK OF HIS CHOICE WITHOUT DEPRIVAL OF HIS RIGHT TO FEAST! America, you are wasting everything, even your bandages. All your cartons of cold cream are being poured into a bottomless wound. America, swallow your pride and regurgitate the truth. You can’t bullshit the Milky Way.” There is an idiot on the corner.There is a nail in his foot and he is afraid to have it removed. If you can’t find the exit, then look for a new entrance. Don’t rupture yourself on the repetition. Oh, protogozalefruojaw this is it! No twist, no release. The universe no longer circulates through the ruins of myself.
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On the Beach 03:35
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when there is no place left to go and the keys are out of reach who is goge beaching to water the lawn when the cabana boys are on the beach looking up to the sky looking out to the sea we didnt see them coming until the light fell on the beach the only sounds from the radio are the fragments of a speech all that remains from the saturday dance is shattered on the beach looking up to the sky looking out to the sea we didnt see them coming until the light fell on the beach all we had in common was the trauma of release when the wind was flashing and our lives were washed up on the beach
7.
bill white and elesimo - My Back-Up Brain 01:32
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when my primary brain malfunctions my back up brain kicks in im sitting on the toilet i dont understand where the toilet paper is then like a revelation i see that its in my right hand but i cant remember if ive used it or not. its kind of sticky but is white so it must only be snot i pull up my pants but i dont feel no traction when my primary brain goes on the blink my back up brain goes into action my baby is going through men-o-pause while i am suffering mental-pause yesterday i ask her if she was still a virgin today i forget what long ago i was learnin i put my hat on my fist thinking was a glove sometime i confuse the below from above i got one shoe on my head and the other on my nose when my primary brain goes blank i give my back up brain a yank ive been cutting so many brain farts that the anus in my brain is getting torn apart and it hurts when i try to cram more information in when i try to sing the alphabet my head goes into a spin sometimes i get lost and cant remember where ive been when my primary brain malfunctions my back up brain kicks in anf nobdy can tell me that i dont know whats goin on
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: Bill White. Nahlej, DJTJB - Buried So Deep 02:14
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BILL: what did they find? what did they find? buried so deep deep in the ground buried so deep deep in my mind what have i hidden? what has been found deep in the ground what did they find? deep in my mind buried so deep uncovered in sleep unconscious guilt secrets are spilt bodies are found buried deep under ground buried so deep yet they speak yes, they speak Nahlej: What did they see What did they see Buried so deep Deep in the earth Buried so deep Deep in my mind What have I lost What will be found Deep in the earth What do they see Deep in my mind
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bill white and dzdandcunfsd - Negative Pressure 04:51
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when the chest is removed from your arm and the fat is binded to your skin i will lessen my grip to relieve all of this negative pressure i could use some of that right now your negative pressure i want to know how it feels to be born i want to feel like popcorn fill the dent in my chest with brandy fill the holes in my shoes with cotton candy give it to me baby til the decks run red from negative pressure in my head when the sitches are removed from the quilt and the law of the beast reads "do what thou wilt " ill cut the glass in your broach turn a rat into a coach through negative pressure the world is screaming for such an alliance every time the baker mixes magic with science i could use some of that right now your negative pressure i want to know how it feels to be born i want to feel like popcorn fill the dent in my chest with brandy fill the holes in my shoes with cotton candy give it to me baby til the decks run red from negative pressure in my head
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nadia cripps, anton chekhov, bill white - Crescent 01:43
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SONYA: What can we do? We must live out our lives. [A pause] Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya. We shall live all through the endless procession of days ahead of us, and through the long evenings. We shall bear patiently the burdens that fate imposes on us. We shall work without rest for others, both now and when we are old. And when our final hour comes, we shall meet it humbly, and there beyond the grave, we shall say that we have known suffering and tears, that our life was bitter. And God will pity us. Ah, then, dear, dear Uncle, we shall enter on a bright and beautiful life. We shall rejoice and look back upon our grief here. A tender smile -- and -- we shall rest. I have faith, Uncle, fervent, passionate faith. We shall rest. We shall rest. We shall hear the angels. We shall see heaven shining like a jewel. We shall see evil and all our pain disappear in the great pity that shall enfold the world. Our life will be as peaceful and gentle and sweet as a caress. I have faith; I have faith. [Wiping away her tears] My poor, poor Uncle Vanya, you are crying! [Weeping] You have never known what it is to be happy, but wait, Uncle Vanya, wait! We shall rest. We shall rest. We shall rest.

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