Holy Smokes, Batman
The last few days have been spent trying to marry the two things I love to do into one. This is the result. Keep in mind, this was written to go with this track http://soundcloud.com/paulielipman/finale-original-mix (copy and paste into your browser) but I think it stands on its own as well. Lemme know what y'all think. Oh yeah, this is one of those where the first line is the title. P.S., once I get this all recorded, I'm looking to do a kinetic typography video to go with it. So, if any of you are well versed in that and Adobe After Effects and interested in helping, let me know.
In Defense Of Dubstep
Imagine
Bruce Lee's clenched fist
one inch from contact
Zen in its tension, a
blissful rattlesnake
Coiled
beneath this
study in stillness is
chaotic potential
With a breath,
a quicksilver vibration
shoots through the wrist
A twitch shifts sine wave
into fission, the air
between fist and focus
re-arranges
This liquid moment
exists in all decisions
peace or destruction
precision and abandon
In dubstep
we just call it
the drop
Out of the
calm pinpoint of nothingness
the screams of a thousand gods bellowed
the universe into being
Molecules collided, atoms smashed
and life as we know it ripped forth from
the black fabric of chaos
We
little specks in all this infiniteness
have spent the whole of human existence
running from our primitive instincts, trying
to enforce order and peace in this
thrashing, barred teeth of a reality, balance
be damned
All things can exist in serenity, but creation
is possible only through violence
Grace is only hollow without the grotesque
All light and no shadow
can only hope to leave a race blind
With stillness
comes reflection
though
without anticipation
lessons learned can never
bloom, only
turn and wither into
nostalgia
We are not savages
bent on the destruction
of solitude, but merely disciples
of a new kind of tension
and we have only come here
to celebrate
movement
There are no
set steps, for
as many spines
are fused into this
twisting snake, its heart beat
has evolved amphetamine into
into a new kind of thud rumble
Its writhing, singular mass suddenly
sprouting hips and fists, epileptic
out of sync, but still
glorious
And when the rhythm drops out
we just roar
until it slaps us in the face
Hallelujah
and we are re-born
ripped again out of the darkness
into this thrashing, fantastic sweaty mess
of a world, eyes full of new found wonder
and smiling, with blood
in our teeth
In Defense Of Dubstep
Imagine
Bruce Lee's clenched fist
one inch from contact
Zen in its tension, a
blissful rattlesnake
Coiled
beneath this
study in stillness is
chaotic potential
With a breath,
a quicksilver vibration
shoots through the wrist
A twitch shifts sine wave
into fission, the air
between fist and focus
re-arranges
This liquid moment
exists in all decisions
peace or destruction
precision and abandon
In dubstep
we just call it
the drop
Out of the
calm pinpoint of nothingness
the screams of a thousand gods bellowed
the universe into being
Molecules collided, atoms smashed
and life as we know it ripped forth from
the black fabric of chaos
We
little specks in all this infiniteness
have spent the whole of human existence
running from our primitive instincts, trying
to enforce order and peace in this
thrashing, barred teeth of a reality, balance
be damned
All things can exist in serenity, but creation
is possible only through violence
Grace is only hollow without the grotesque
All light and no shadow
can only hope to leave a race blind
With stillness
comes reflection
though
without anticipation
lessons learned can never
bloom, only
turn and wither into
nostalgia
We are not savages
bent on the destruction
of solitude, but merely disciples
of a new kind of tension
and we have only come here
to celebrate
movement
There are no
set steps, for
as many spines
are fused into this
twisting snake, its heart beat
has evolved amphetamine into
into a new kind of thud rumble
Its writhing, singular mass suddenly
sprouting hips and fists, epileptic
out of sync, but still
glorious
And when the rhythm drops out
we just roar
until it slaps us in the face
Hallelujah
and we are re-born
ripped again out of the darkness
into this thrashing, fantastic sweaty mess
of a world, eyes full of new found wonder
and smiling, with blood
in our teeth