The only track on my iPod*
I cannot stop listening to this version of ‘Black Stacey’.
Saul Williams’s new studio album, Volcanic Sunlight, is rumoured to be available any day now.
*Could be a slight exaggeration.
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LOVE.
fantastic! thanks for the link Jac!
heart. beating.
Hi there
I am about to get started on drawing up an essay plan for one of my uni subjects and I will enjoy having something to listen to:):)
Olga from http://revedoa@blogspot.com
http://slamup.blogspot.com/2008/12/saul-stalking.html
http://slamup.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-saul-poem.html
why didn’t you call me /saul
why didn’t you call
why haven’t you called me saul
why haven’t you called
oh saul / you were true fit
in skin tight red hips
slammin’ black across the stage
boa mohawk / war-paint / brown eyes
& a lyric sheet of rage
oh saul / you took my breath away
the dive was jitter-bugged
with bogan jail bait
screaming hey / black stacey
they call me black stacey
oh lord / I didn’t trip
your eyes were glued to me
why haven’t you called yet
saul / why didn’t you call
it’s been five months / two weeks
six days / nine hours
& a heart beat / oh saul
why haven’t you called
that dope stage leap took
two ribs / balls / vodka breath
& an ankle burn
from security / the words passed to
your hands two years / the
whispering was me / hey rock poet
what / you got too full of famous
to just dial & see
why didn’t you call me /saul
why didn’t you call
that sweat wet chest / white t
ripped to navel / rock rap
wounded screams / a synth
& sneakerfuls of cool / damn
poet saul / you played me
like a fool
it’s been five months / two weeks
six days / nine hours
& a heart beat / oh saul
why haven’t you called me
saul / why didn’t you call
you were true fit
in skin tight red hips
slamming black across the stage
boa mohawk / war-paint / brown eyes
& a lyric sheet of rage
oh saul / you took my breath away
(from by book ‘Gil Scott Heron is on Parole’ Picaro Press 2010)
This is *fantastic* – I can see (hear!) why it’s so addictive already! Thanks heaps for sharing. (He reminds me a lot of Michael Franti live, by the way.. or maybe Michael Franti reminds me of him?)