Lost Cause

Ever thought that you could run by one of those amazingly horrible relationships and still come out unscathed? Well - really -, NO. In the cycle of life, one really has a million relationships to handle - now i'm no expert on what psychology has to say about it or even a more philosophical individual but here's my take on the uneventful psyche on relationships: the simpler ones are with the milkman, fish monger, news paper boy which has that simple give and take equation, a smile here and there ending in customer satifaction and entrepreneurial profit-making. The ones we are born with (has more relevance) are the one with a bit more life molding / changing effects - for example the one with the Mother, father, Brother, even Girlfriend, Wife, etc.....The twisted ones are the one that form milestones / anecdotes of emotional and mindblowing heartaches and breakdowns in our lives. I mean these are the ones that you'd look back and say what-the-hell-were-you-thinking?? These are the more non-descript type of ones - classic example the Ex-girlfriend. Now take sometime to ponder and think...the ex-girlfriend for whatever reason:
1. is always going to be the point-of-irate when brought in conversation with the current girlfriend
2. always calls once in a while to check on ur current success status
3. will be an at least initial comparison to the rest of the girlfriends for you to pick the BBD - the bigger better deal :)
4. Although will eventually fade away from screen presence and material memory (we all get old C'mon!!) the current girlfriend will bring her back to form legendary yet worthless at the same time - and since you have erased all memory (substantial at least) the twist begins to whip you in the ass.
Now the relevance of the above insinuations are based on this fantastic song by Beck to help rubbish those inadvertently useless twisted relationships that once formed a catastrophic kick-in-the-loins. If you'd ever think you'd find yourself riding with a lost cause take a listen to the lyrics of lost cause by Beck...........Thank me later :)

Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone.

They make it hard to leave you alone.

Leave you here, wearin your wounds

Waving your guns at somebody new.
Baby you're a lost, Baby you're a lost,

Baby you're a lost cause

Too many people you used to know

They see you coming they see you go.

They know your secrets and you know theirs

This town is crazy, but nobody cares.
Baby you're a lost, Baby you're a lost,

Baby you're a lost cause.

I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of fighting,

Fighting for a lost cause.

There's a place where you are going

You ain't never been before

There's no one laughing at your back now

No one standing at your door

Is that what you thought love was for?
Baby you're a lost, Baby you're a lost.

Baby you're a lost cause.

I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of fighting,

Fighting for a lost cause.

Rebirth Of Slick

Do you remember the times, those days when all you wanted was a ciggi and some heavy base to set you on fire. Take a step back to a decade ago and all you find around you is the distortion of music in a proportion equal to the diversity of a the tuneless sounds yet one hit wonders of the '80s. Back in '93 the the trio lady bug, Butterfly and Doodle bug put out a laid back jazz tempo'd heavy bass old school no. called 'the Rebirth of slick'.
Lyrics below - ride on :)
butterfly searchin for a relax pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's sunday on the air is incense sounds to the ceiling tried to get this feelin since monday lookin out the window watchin all the people go buggin off a funny vibe cause now it seems they're equal wonder what would trane say wonder what my pop say buggin off the calmness in the apple who me i'm coolin in ny, i'm chillin in ny the hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court the baseball hats is on and the projects is calm dreamtime's extended - and highly recommended but early birds like me's up checkin out the scene the early worms jog, forget about your job just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden when people act like people the theory ?? if you know the norm it's like hades transformed on sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers so get with the rhythms while you gettin with the planets vibe off the jams but don't take them for granted we venture through the streets in search of funky beats extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks ye it's kickin out the speakers of the sunday morning jeepers my man do planets do it lovely? am i my brother's keeper? we foot it to the park where the swoon units walk and sit with the phoenicians diggin on musicians hangin with the rebels sippin on a snapple buggin with my crew just trippin in the apple you be thinkin peace when you're vibin with your flock but you be thinkin damn everybody's got a glock if you got some beef please express that in silence or else - violence but right here is the life it's the children of the concrete livin off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats hiphop's all around the members is growin please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowin wake up prayin that the game's on maybe it's the ? maybe it's the nicks maybe it's a rerun of an old tv show like hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks maybe if the phone rings butterfly will take wings speakin on some cool things frontin like i cope born under flat ground now i'm chillin shaky ground reachin for pacific heights sunday is my rope - dig it sunday's to relax some sunday morning drama is callin up my mama the hot line is in i guess the ? knew the deal vibin off the jams of the crews on sugar hill lay around and think ain't nothin to do checkin out some frommes, some satre, camus minguses are hummed, damn ? can drum the dp's are life there they go here they come it's time to grab some loot put on the timber boots checking out some dollies/dali's like tasha and kamali ny is a museum with its posters and graffiti if you're in the city on sunday come check me get with me