OTB
02-22-2008, 12:18 PM
THE CHANNEL (7 SEAS)
Radio today is rubbish, trash published for a pop majority
sales sluggish when poetry’s established as top priority
planned anarchy out-manned the grand monarchy
sonic landmarks banned by cons, scams, bad art, lack of demand, and comic malarkey
I wash clean, as if purified by reverse osmosis
I leave red seas of dead emcees then part ‘em like meiosis and Moses
eyes wide
the Angel of Music applied a new, visceral continental divide
typical ice rental videos died in the tsunami’s high tide
too many Toonami moonmen nominees lied
wack songs vanished like the spittle on Jesus’ face when Veronica wiped it aside
the under-privileged pillaged, soon fiscal dividends dried
logistical sides vied, petrified
difficult to choose an angle, no room to hide
decisions on mainstream gimmicks were political
hypocritical images reflected negatively and became statistical
then I connected well the mental and physical
I cleansed perspectives like corrective lenses with a vision on the peripheral
the unseen coincides with the vintage, the view is reciprocal
the current cried; once direct paths turned elliptical
a select few listened and it proved pivotal
eventually, “surf’s up” signals weren’t even residual
waves subsided to a frequency that's rhythmical
a passage unequaled and mystical
those who respected the math learned a lineage that’s biblical
Radio today is rubbish, trash published for a pop majority
sales sluggish when poetry’s established as top priority
planned anarchy out-manned the grand monarchy
sonic landmarks banned by cons, scams, bad art, lack of demand, and comic malarkey
I wash clean, as if purified by reverse osmosis
I leave red seas of dead emcees then part ‘em like meiosis and Moses
eyes wide
the Angel of Music applied a new, visceral continental divide
typical ice rental videos died in the tsunami’s high tide
too many Toonami moonmen nominees lied
wack songs vanished like the spittle on Jesus’ face when Veronica wiped it aside
the under-privileged pillaged, soon fiscal dividends dried
logistical sides vied, petrified
difficult to choose an angle, no room to hide
decisions on mainstream gimmicks were political
hypocritical images reflected negatively and became statistical
then I connected well the mental and physical
I cleansed perspectives like corrective lenses with a vision on the peripheral
the unseen coincides with the vintage, the view is reciprocal
the current cried; once direct paths turned elliptical
a select few listened and it proved pivotal
eventually, “surf’s up” signals weren’t even residual
waves subsided to a frequency that's rhythmical
a passage unequaled and mystical
those who respected the math learned a lineage that’s biblical