Rat Race

Play the video, listen to the song, read the lyrics, become educated. We only know what we know, and what we don't know. If you only know what you don't know, well, at least you know that you don't know, ya know? The unexamined life isn't worth living for.

Uh! Ya too rude!

Uh! Eh! OH What a rat race!

Oh, what a rat race!

Oh, what a rat race!

Oh, what a rat race!

This is the rat race! Rat race! (Rat race!)

Some a lawful, some a bastard, some a jacket:

Oh, what a rat race, yeah! Rat race!

Some a gorgon-a, some a hooligan-a, some a guine-gog-a

In this 'ere rat race, yeah!

Rat race!

I'm singin' that

When the cat's away,

The mice will play.

Political violence fill ya city, ye-ah!

Don't involve Rasta in your say say;

Rasta don't work for no C.I.A.

Rat race, rat race, rat race! Rat race, I'm sayin':

When you think is peace and safety:

A sudden destruction.

Collective security for surety, ye-ah!

Don't forget your history;

Know your destiny:

In the abundance of water,

The fool is thirsty.

Rat race, rat race, rat race!

Rat race!

Oh, it's a disgrace

To see the human-race

In a rat race, rat race!

You got the horse race;

You got the dog race;

You got the human-race;

But this is a rat race, rat race!

TTK

Open the Door

As soon as you walk out that door. That's when it will happen. Lights, noises, movement; so much energy collides all at once to smack you in the face. Start walking and you start on a adventure that leads into an abyss of constant motion. Bits and pieces of sounds blend and mush together to create a magical theme song that entertains your entire day. Snippets of conversations, dogs barking, high heels clicking, cars honking; let your imagination and your ears lead you around the next corner, and let your eyes take quick snaps of whatever pleases you from street to street. Then, after you've had your fill, walk back to your door, step back into your building, and wait till you've become hungry enough again to step out into the sleepless, ageless, breathing life of New York City. Welcome to my home.

TTK

He Chills, He Beats, and He Kills (the ladies)

In the middle of the misty, lonely Loon Mountain, NH, lives the guru of chilling, the chef of room service, the infamous, Brian Sullivan. We just call him Bsully. Now take a quick road trip to Colorado and spend a weekend at Denver University and you'll most likely bump into these two fools. Mr. sex flex master flex StewBird Stewy. Adopted to a life of the Third ear, mixing, listening, searching, and loving all of music is Stewbirds light. Lastly, we got mad max, Max Tabor. With a Snoop Dogg walk, and a gangsta charm, max works hard, and parties harder. On a quiet, rainy day along the coast of Portsmouth, NH, I met up with these three. With no surf, and no dry concrete to skate on, backflips seemed like the right thing to do. Good times with these homies. Enjoy some photos of this adventure

TTK