The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #35196   Message #479926
Posted By: Helen
09-Jun-01 - 08:19 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Brown Is the Shit (Stephen L. Suffet)
Subject: RE: Brown Is the Shit
I haven't read this thread right through yet, but every time I look at the title I think of the Michael Franti song called "Love is the shit"

In my (humble) opinion Michael Franti is one of the best poets of these two centuries. He's a rappy, hip-hoppy-type singer


"Love is the shit" (M. Franti/C. Hunter) performed by Spearhead

Say when you called me that night
to tell me that things
they weren't goin' alright with your boyfriend
was it me or did you just want somebody to talk to
Say is it you or the fact that I can't be near you
that keeps you in front of my mind
when your voice goes away
and a breath is the last thing that you say

But the warmth of your lips on my fingertips
won't go away
when I drop my head in my hands and play
the memory of that night in L.A.
again and again and again
because I can't think straight and I can't sleep late
the few times we shared I try to recreate
I know this is wrong better stop this talk
because grass can grow up through a crack in the sidewalk
and what I see when I look in your eyes
grass that's truly greenest sprouting inside
I wasn't even looking when I realized
that you had the vibe that was my fertilizer
thought love in this world was dead and buried and gone
how could I be so cynical when I was so young
you hit me in the chest like an 808 boom
I found love is the shit that makes life bloom

Love is the shit that makes life bloom
and you never know when you might step in it!
love is the shit that makes life bloom
and you never know when you might...

But fate is like a pigeon that follows me around
sometimes he flies ahead and he brings me what he found
then he'll drop it on my head leave me numb from the brain down
that's the way it was when I walked upon your ground

The irrepressible and impermissable
are the two things that have made my life miserable
'cause spirits don't leave when you don't talk about them
and memories come back when you don't think about them
I wish I had an ocean of some magic potion
I'd trade all this emotion for a for a few moments of motion
I've never felt this way some things can't be rehearsed
now I'm grindin' up my gearbox tryin' to find reverse


But I want to keep on walking
Right through
And let this feeling rock me

"ya know falling in love is like easing into a hot tub
it feels good on your feet but by the time you get to your mid section
you know your either gonna get all the way in or all the way out!"

But music brings me cover in this grieving hour
the Sade tape tells me it's all over now
I listen real hard but don't dare play it loud
'cause I don't wanna think what you might be doin' now
sometimes it feels like a bad initiation but you
woke my heart from a long hibernation
you were worth every risk and so I gave my heart room
and now I'm deep in the doo-doo
that makes life bloom


See the flowers bloomin' in the springtime
see the bees zoomin' in the sunshine