Scott sat on the bench. Looking down the hill. He peers down a bit. He saw the rock. It was peaking and looking at it, He felt and saw the wind pick up. Scott zipped up his black hoodie. He waited. Felt the wind gush up. Scott felt the cold air brush up against his face. H...
I owe my love of music and music collecting to my dad. Growing up he had an extensive collection of vinyl records and cassette tapes (and later CDs, which he maintains to this day). I remember some of my earliest albums came on cassette tape:The Signby Ace of Base,Please Hammer Don’...
A little over 20 years ago Gil Scott-Heron put these lyrics in a song (poem) entitled“Message to the Messengers”. It was primarily directed toward the next generation of rappers (poets) in an effort to help ensure their intentions were not lost in battles over their word choice or the...
the problem where if all of today's users switched to one time payment, after a couple of years, there would be no more funding left to fix bugs or work on new-features 🫣 I want Lyrcs to continue being the best it can be so people like yourself can write the best lyrics and ...
I love a social experiment. In 2019 Scott White and I created Intangible Adorations: Experience The Icon. Read about it here on Broadway World. I also created LAW Thought Certificates A CBC comedy blog reposted by story about selling these certificates and some people we angry with me that...
seemed to do its job well enough. I suspect that many of his modern day detractors once drove along with one of his cassettes in their decks, humming along to the mournful lyrics and imagining they were Sonny Crockett, broody and reflective following a Miami Vice shootout, and now they’re...