THE SHINEY SHOES



The God men of shiney shoes with black ties

create art from the vision of the lie - the depth of art.

Shiney shoes, record man, rap man, rock man.

Selling us the recipe for power and control of the song cycle.



The song cycle married with the dust of empty syntax

and cued with clever colloqialisms. Colloqialisms that

cue the universal language of: art and expression.

Expressions like, "MUTHERFUCKER, DON'T DISS ME," and,

"I GOTTA RIGHT MAN!"



The illusion of the artists purging his forefathers rage and anger

in exchange for the check from the shiney shoes -

the God man - the controller of art for his sheep.



This rage in turn feeds the fire of the engine of the

shiney shoes. The shiney shoes selling the world

freedom, rightousness, pain, and hate as the vehicle

for art, depth, soul, and beauty.



'Only your rage is your soul,' say the shiney shoes.

"And your rage is my rage."

"And our rage, is a rage we can bank on!"



This rage need not resolve. Remember that

rage is art! Rage is depth! And rage is the soul

that fuels the fire of the money engine.

The money engine that drives us to immortality and the 3 minute

celebration of glory, all glory to the song cycle on MTV!



So, steal the images of Dylan Thomas

medicating himself with milk, and a shot of scotch,

or maybe a toot of crack,

and rage into that good night!

Rage for yourself! Rage for the adman!!

Rage for the shiney shoes that materialize

artistic expression to an easily editable sound bite.



A bite that brings us omnipotence,

omnipresence, glory, love and Nirvana.

Nirvana for the moment!!

Nirvana lasting only as long as our rage,

that brings shouts of: "all hail MUTHERFUCKER,

DISSIN' ME, AND SEE WHAT I'M SAYIN' !!!!!"



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Paul,

I like this Ode to the 3 minute song. As a fellow musician, I understand how the formulas for success often rob us of the real music. The music of the soul endures only the moment of passion despite the best efforts of the music money machine that try to bottle the passion but spend more on the label than the contents. Nice job of weaving the words of Dylan Thomas into a modern tapestry. Rage on brother.

MD