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Bring it. Bring the noise. Bring the resistance. Bring originality. Bring your friends and bring your enemies. Bring the beat. Bring style. Bring in a new type of power. Bring innovation that brings standing ovations. Bring the funk. If need be, bring the violence. Bring yourself. Bring everything you can bring. Bring the chronic. Bring the music. For God's sake, never forget to bring the music. Bring the future. Bring humanity, in it's finest form. Bring the infinite, but leave reality at home. Bring your loved ones, and don't forget to bring the love. Bring poetry. Bring the world to it's senses, or better yet, bring the world to it's knees. Bring the perverse. Make your fantasies bring their fantasies. Bring art. Bring your passions. Bring all your creativity in the tiniest of boxes with no bottom, lid, or sides. Bring whatever the fuck you want to bring. Bring the believers and bring the disbelievers. Bring a jazz trumpet, you know the one, screamin on that high 'C', way up there above where it should be. Bring peace and bring war. And I ain't the one to promote war for peace, but you better bring your piece, cus the violence ain't gon sleep. Bring heat. Bring anything but silence. Bring out your inner child, and bring something for him to play with. Bring your dreams and bring your nightmares. Bring what gives you joy, and bring what makes you scared. Bring down the cooporations, and in doing so, bring down the goverments that they own. Bring your soul. Bring synchopation. Bring kindness without hesitation. Bring the radio, but nah, fuck it, turn it off. Instead, bring your own instruments. If you have no instruments, bring your voice. If you have no voice, then shut up and listen. Bring your open mind. Bring your darkness, in preparation to be shown the light. Bring whatever you know to be right. Bring the mushrooms, so that we may all bring out a little peice of our insanity, and visions that could not otherwise bring. Bring theives and murderers, and bring them in the same car as the angels and priests you also bring. Bring the turntables, and make sure they bring the DJ. Bring all eleven of your senses, your gonna need every one of them. Bring out the sun, which will, in turn, bring out the afternoon showers. Bring the drum. Bring your hands, with which you shall bring rythm. Bring your idols. Bring your ideas. Bring the activists and bring their protesters, then bring them together to dance. Bring the fire. Bring the ladies. Bring the language. Bring your experiences and your lack of experience. Bring whatever the fuck you want to bring. Bring your curiosity, and if you have them, bring your oddities. Bring your aphrodesiacs. Bring your mouth, gaping with wonder. Bring your heresies and your revolutions, for they are just political words for freedom. Bring your individualism. And don't you dare bring your judgements. Bring your shortcomings, and place them just outside the gate with everyone else's. Feel free to bring your own liquor. Bring your open mind. Bring buckets of neon red and sea green and pastel blue paints and splatter them all over the monochrome thinkers. Bring the big picture, and bring every little detail. Bring the hipsters and the squares. Bring your Gods, and introduce him to the Gods that the others bring. Bring the noise. the love, the drum, the freedom, the beat, the angels, the devils, the chronic, the beasts, the rhythm, the poetry, the funk. Bring your past, your present, your future, your voice, your fear, your rights, your originality, your liquor, your fantasies, your dreams, your senses, and most importantly, your open mind. Bring yourself. Bring whatever the fuck you want to bring. Just bring it. |
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