Double Dee and Steinski, The Payoff Mix, The Lost Lesson: James Brown Meets the Academy of International Poets
Help me, somebody.
Listen while I talk on against time.
There is something,
something urgent
I have to say to you.
In this head the all-baffling brain.
Surely some revelation is at hand.
Nobody is asleep on earth,
as all the Heavens are a bell.
Let the boys bring flowers in
last month's newspapers.
History has to live with
what was here. The things which I have
seen I now can see no more.
I have seen the best minds of my generation,
starving, hysterical, naked. Somebody
loses whenever somebody wins.
Life, friends, is boring.
We must not say so.
Let us go then, you and I.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Watch me rise and go.
Watch me work.
The season's ill. And nothing
happened: day was all but done.
It was winter. There was a certain
slant of light. It got dark early.
Not to be born is, past all yearning, best.
Death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.
I have wasted my life.
4:40:39 PM 
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