Evolution sparks (shouts from Fontella Bass) the night's voices as topics range from barleywine to brandywine...the cinematic orchestra wield great power coming from the bass, bu-bump-bu-bump-bum of the beat tasting piano scratches (is that a rhodes I hear, awww yeah). Its hitting that midnight hour and all the blessed souls are hitting the sack or banging on the ivory to a drum beat off the beaten path a few miles over in nearby Liverpool (england? NO, mark's in spain, no, Mark's in Spain). Brush up and push off, the next few weeks will be trouble for my time, but no worries, troubled times trouble time itself. Just look at that moon offer up something brilliant in the midnight hour. Don't stop bass, don't stop trumpet, drums, xylophone, canberra can't hear you, but the movies can!

One look across I can make out a dim light from the neighbor's window. Signs of life now barricade my window. I no longer have the right to look into nothingness. Damn! Ewww...(female)....Ewwww. TWO is the answer. Ha! Breathe into life that one now all of you naysayers. "Knock you out of the frame like Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle" Say 'fuck Qwel', all the rest of these 'cats spit irrelevant flows, (listen up!), while you're diggin' in the crates, he's dunkin' it down from telephone polls' ain't nothing typical.

Stack of quarters...blowing laundry out of my window someday.

This guy came rapping out of nowhere...can't a young brother cross the street if he's from the streets?

Every Friday buries a Thursday!