“hello friend. Say, what do you suppose is the most important part of your body?
The brain, yes the brain is the part of the body that makes all the other parts work,
Its something like a big, uh, switchboard, from which the orders go out to the rest of the body …”
Ear drumming humming, head bobbing cinematics,
follow on top, hollow cymbal drop
Static elec – trick – or – treat, fabric of time seeps color through the cracks in the streets
Swallow that tongue with a cold cup of tea, objection your honor, but im still not a scholar
Minutes diminish to hours to days say it louder with vowels that dance in between towers of letters, you came, you saw, you left, elegant strands of the elephant mans love
Transports through portals, wormholes engorge you, forced through the cold wind with war scars still open, potent energy crisis, solo timidly trying, crying out fire and waters nowhere to be found. Sparks on the snares, piercing the ear, share reason to fear, sound bombing nuclear musical chairs, Few can adhere the vision the speaker reveals,
Creatures alike seem to feign for the (k)night, shiny armor I hover into the starry sky
So make room for the boom bap and vocabo, in the headphones, they soon soon
COLLAPSE SLOOOOWWWW
Words float like birds heard far from the ocean
Motion reserved, since cold furnace dispersing, heat, that’s absorbed through means, way too disturbing, fetch the bone, thrown, overhand with a curve, and, catch the tone bounce off the wall and crumble
It’s the jungle jim jones with a knack for kickball, pitfall harry hopping over the scorpions,
Whistle while I work on top of the empire, state building, im digging a subterranean home – sick of the blues - choose not to worry so I cruise the avenue
Pass through your center of gravity with a big boom
“We find that a number of elements go into its makeup, the elements exist together”
So make room for the boom bap and vocabo, in the headphones, they soon soon
COLLAPSE SLOOOOWWWW
Connect the dots and follow the crooked outline, up on cloud nine, shouting for ya to find
Gravel stone hiding in deep blue Poseidon, abandon aircraft, smash into the horizon
Riding in the storm with no sign of direction, every section im blessing is for a moment,
Emotional addressing of everything that youre hoping
Maybe that’s golden, something that you couldn’t hold in
Maybe its incredible, something that you couldn’t let go
Maybe it’s the thought of how soft your echoes wander through the silence of everything that you know, Untouched sound molded into a waveform, rain storm found in the depths of the desert
Heckle all you want, doctor jeckylle is a professor of everything you want / are / and aspire to be, incomplete form so I expire to be reborn as electromagnetic flowing on through the chords,
Heaven meets earth and I disinegrate in the fog
So make room for the boom bap and vocabo, in the headphones, they soon soon
COLLAPSE SLOOOOWWWW
“the brain of man is a wonderful, partly mysterious organ, that has taken nature millions of years to create, the brain actually has about 10 billion nerve cells .. theyre constantly receiving and sending messages by means of electrical impulses that travel from 2 to 200 miles an hour .. the purpose of this little record is to clear up for the non musician some of the mysteries about the brain”
credits
from The Thought Bubble Mixtape,
track released January 1, 2007
Written and Performed by Tria Vang, Dao Vang and Fres Thao
Produced by Kshksh and Fres Thao
I am a Hmong American poet, Hip Hop artist, multidisciplinary artist, activist and educator. My life long love of poetry,
Hip Hop and storytelling has spawned eight albums, including Illegoalien’s ‘Blank Canvas’ and a vinyl release of my ‘Mind Full Of’ album, and one book, Lullabies for Happiness, A Manual for Love and Peace....more
