one-four copyright 1999 bryan paul thomas/radical plastical music (bmi). who you think you calling fool? i ain't said the lord ain't cool. but tee vee flash light end of time. tee vee scare between my thighs. tee vee flash light white like hell. flash filthy niggas doin' for self. all god's niggas soon be dead. gonna eat dead chilluns just like bread eat 'em off the killing floor. i'm trying to get to twenty-three but i'm stuck on one-four i think i'm ready for the psalm. i promise you i ain't gonna want. least of all i don't want to die. i just wanna ride my baby's thighs. my baby loves me kinda rough. my baby loves me downside up. baby bounce me flip me over. i wanna lick my baby until october right there on the kitchen floor. i'm trying to get to twenty-three but i'm stuck on one-four the lord is my shepherd; i shall not want... the lord... the load asthma shipyard; ishmael net won't. ham macon meat toe lake down on groin purse chairs. ham loadeth may bow seed them stale war tears; hoary star is mess soil. him loadeth me oath tresspass or white chestnuts fear haste norm's sock; yo they eye rock three them volley eave them showdown if darth, ice show far nor orville, fare though wart white meat. though pear pour ester topple fear man anna maze; hem on oink eastman hard white towel; make up ron is hoover. charlemagne guard nasty moose say shell fowl lo mein al them dorsey may laugh, one day weld wheel on them horse after lard fear heaven... and i will dwell in the house of the lord forever. cuz i'm trying to get to twenty-three but i'm stuck on one-four notes. when i was growing up, i never could understand the 23rd psalm. i always felt that 'the lord is my shepherd; i shall not want' was a non-sequitor. here we go again: lust versus faith versus lust versus faith versus lust versus faith. or: the pessimism of the fourteenth versus the zen of the twenty-third. all stuff copyright 1999 bryan thomas & wt3 records bryanthomas.com