http://www.mediafire.com/?ntgdymzz4wm

new song, either titled Permanent Rain, or Believing In Iron.

Most rappers sign a lot of their friends and make them part of their crew or whatever but this is just another example of how Cam'Ron is better than everyone else, and why he's my dude fa lyfe (read: my fave rapper). Obviously dipset was awesome, Jim Jones wasn't terrible, and Juelz, JR Writer, and even Hell Rell (if only for Ruegers in the Trunk, which was bomb), were awesome. And now that they've left, he's signed Byrd Lady, who so far is not bad at all, and 40 Cal, who is fucking awesome. (http://www.mediafire.com/?mmxj5zominy)

Iron Chandelier

the skies of a new world waiting
slowly sayin your name.
the hospital was lovely
but ive spent my time in nicer beds.

belittling the offering
and wondering aloud,
i caved into the public
and grew anxious from the crowd

fallin over everything,
my knees giving in,
i asked for mostly nothin
but forgiveness from my sins

and i still believe in the old iron chandelier
left hanging over mary's dining room
conquering the shadows on the carpet
where it's obvious the flowers never die

in the light
of the iron chandelier

the eyes of the old world closing
and just barely awake.
she traveled the cold tile floor
in her naked feet.

reiterate the offering
and show me you're proud,
i caved into the car
and slowly drifted with the crowd

dreaming through the everything
and yielding with your touch
i watched your eyes freezing
and deciding it's too much

robin was awoken by the light,
robin was awoken and surrounded by the light

by the light
of the iron chandelier

awesome defined:

Into Formalism right now:

• The aim is to produce "a science of literature that would be both independent and factual," which is sometimes designated by the term poetics.
• Since literature is made of language, linguistics will be a foundational element of the science of literature.
• Literature is autonomous from external conditions in the sense that literary language is distinct from ordinary uses of language, not least because it is not (entirely) communicative.
• Literature has its own history, a history of innovation in formal structures, and is not determined (as some crude versions of Marxism have it) by external, material history.
• What a work of literature says cannot be separated from how the literary work says it, and therefore the form and structure of a work, far from being merely the decorative wrapping of an isolable content, is in fact part of the content of the work.

c/o Wikipedia.

Reading this short story by Thomas McEvilley III, called Wakerobin, it is very good, and I recommend it. He's a dude that is into formalism, hence my scouring of wikipedia for further information .

My experience with the Halifax Pop Explosion is now over, and I loved it. I only went to two shows, but there were really only two shows that I really wanted to see, so things could be worse. On Thursday I saw Cadence Weapon (for the third time) at the Paragon, and it was amazing, as usual. He did some new jams, and though I was quite drunk, I seem to remember them being excellent. He opened with an impassioned reading of a really good poem, after having mentioned his recently attained Poet Laureate title. I love a poet laureate can be this drunk rapper I love in a club in my city. My generation rules ass.

Yesterday afternoon Owen Steel, Babs and I all played a set at Taz records as sort of another fcs showcase, and it was a really good time. I was more than a little nervous, which is sort of odd for me at this point since it's been so long since I've been legitimately nervous before a show, but I think that's fair since the last proper acoustic set I played was last April. I did one new song, that I'm pretty happy about, and an old b-side that I've recently fallen in love with. I'm currently talking to Tuna and Dan about producing and performing on a solo album by yours truly, tentatively titled Believing In Iron, after a poem by Yusef Kumonyakaa that posted on this very blog recently. This is the album art:

I feel it is somewhat representative of the over-all tone of the album, which won't be anything new for ol David R., but that's okay. I'm thinking the level of production value and sparse instrumentation will make up for that. And I like the new song a lot and think it will do well as a closing track. I also plan on putting a low-key version of Summer Lines on the album, since I think it's an important part of the over-all aesthetic of the album, which is essentially about leaving my hometown and adjusting to a bigger and better city, etc. Anyway, here are the lyrics to the two songs I played yesterday that people had not heard before (most people).




Dark pours in, she's saying what she means.
Another glass of wine, glowing from the TV screen.
Just overwhelmed,
a blue just barely gray,
a verse just barely started,
a line I wouldn't say,
she comes on like it's morning all day,
spares me the disguise,
I'm never one for apathy.

And sends me with a casualty.

Flippant with her eyes,
and tellin me I've,
brought it to light,
right as the flame fell.

A little cautious, I get what that means.
Obvious is easy, you won't owe them anything.
Just when it hits,
that night is turned to day,
a line I would've quoted,
instead of what I'd say,
she breathes in like the air is crisp all day,
spares me the lies, and understands the empathy.


Here are the lyrics to the aforementioned b-side:

Call it what you want,
I'll erase the rain,
standin at the bridge,
where the sun dies everyday,
with those two big darkened eyes
and her thumbs gripped to the keys,
in the sunset all ablaze,
wearing heartache on her sleeve.
Call it what you want,
girls are all the same,
but her hair is red like sun,
and I still call out her name,
when the day is down to dust,
and the night is dark and cold,
she still believes in hope,
but the story's getting old...

Tell her just to wait,
it'll all come around someday,
when the sun dies the blue and gray,
and angels always say,
you should all stop pretending...
Mary's just a female with her own happy ending.

Call it what you want,
I'll outline your pain,
standing in new kicks,
but the rest is just the same,
with that wet look in her eyes
and her fingers wrapped in rings,
she tells me I'm alright,
caged birds always sing.

And here's a pic:

with love,
David R.

For BUN (final draft new song)

for graham pt 2