25
Dr Dre
Chronic 2001
Forgot About Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA.

19
Dave Matthews Band
The Best Of What's Around Vol.1 (Advance)
Grace Is Gone

Take my eyes take my heart
I need them no more
If never again they fall upon the one I so adore

Excuse me please one more drink
Could make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my
Grace is gone One more drink and I’ll move on

20



Biliteral

Oh clever, clever words —and what a clever phrase spun                       how passive this form, how active that knot                            the lasso it leaps, the noose it becomes                     unsuspecting little reader, unwitting little mind
don’t you know, don’t you see it clear:                        these claws latched into your sides;                          how your head is shoved                          between parted hy(perbole)s;                       your hand deliberated                          up the hem of innocent prose;                       that when you suck in air (gasping)                       you deepthroat a dark intention          keeping you hooked on clever, clever wordsfrom a clever, cleverwordsmith
with a clever, clever wayof straddling grey cortexriding tight syntax;hold on firmthe edge of that book, the edge of that tablet — if you must —whatever rocks your boat (and the ((boat’s-a-rocking)))
the way the story goesit’s a story after allyour legs around its waistuntil the plot drops your pants
(what a twist!)
                              each literary device served                            to bind your wriggling attention                              each play on word                                   just a thrust harder                               each stolen breath, each bite of nail                                   just an impalement                                      of your soft compassion
oh, reader, reader, what chance do you standwhen your senses are flooredwhat chance do you stand when these words make you kneel?
Open your mouth          slip out your tonguehold it just right          the climax is here.
Clever, clever wordsbut these don’t spoon you through the night…
 © RHB 18/04/2014
Biliteral

Oh clever, clever words —

and what a clever phrase spun
                       how passive this form, how active that knot
                            the lasso it leaps, the noose it becomes
                     unsuspecting little reader, unwitting little mind

don’t you know, don’t you see it clear:
                        these claws latched into your sides;
                          how your head is shoved
                          between parted hy(perbole)s;
                       your hand deliberated
                          up the hem of innocent prose;
                       that when you suck in air (gasping)
                       you deepthroat a dark intention
          keeping you hooked on

clever, clever words
from a clever, clever
wordsmith

with a clever, clever way
of straddling grey cortex
riding tight syntax;

hold on firm
the edge of that book, the edge of that tablet
— if you must —
whatever rocks your boat (and the ((boat’s-a-rocking)))

the way the story goes
it’s a story after all
your legs around its waist
until the plot drops your pants

(what a twist!)

                              each literary device served
                           to bind your wriggling attention
                              each play on word
                                  just a thrust harder
                               each stolen breath, each bite of nail
                                   just an impalement
                                     of your soft compassion

oh, reader, reader,
what chance do you stand
when your senses are floored
what chance do you stand
when these words make you kneel?

Open your mouth
          slip out your tongue
hold it just right
          the climax is here.

Clever, clever words
but these don’t spoon you
through the night…

© RHB 18/04/2014