THE APPEAL

Main Entry: ap·peal
Pronunciation: \ə-ˈpēl\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English appel, from Anglo-French apel, from apeler
Date: 13th century

1. a legal proceeding by which a case is brought before a higher court for review of the decision of a lower court
2. a criminal accusation
3. a: an application (as to a recognized authority) for corroboration, vindication, or decision
b: an earnest plea : entreaty
c: an organized request for donations
4. the power of arousing a sympathetic response : attraction




I'm not asking any of money, peoples...just more of the first two.




As it currently stands, a grand idea and a grand undertaking has recently invaded my mind. This idea, something that I had never thought of doing before, is something that leaves me with no doubt in my mind that I will need help with. So at this moment, on this day, I call to those who I have considered compatriots upon this road of lyrical glory to assist me as much as it be within your ability to help me. The project, a spoken word ballet, can only be as wonderful as this mind’s eye sees it if I have the help of you talented souls. This is the appeal. Those who respond to it will get the synopsis of what this ballet is to be about.

Lyrically yours,
Lucius Black



ANY talented soul with a gift of poetry and words is advised to get on board...

**slight hiatus**

For a while I have been AWOL from the whole Lucius Black lyrical tip. It's not for the reason that I am out of ideas because I seem to have an abundance of those. The thing is that I am currently going through a period of reorganization and well as trying my hardest to get me back together.



Please bear with me...

Fans and friends, I miss y'all more than words can say. And please believe when I come back I'll have something new and original for you all. In the meantime, here's a previw of something brand new:



Big booty Betty/ Givin' out all her spaghetti



It'll make more sense later...trust me.

for a lavender...rose

Past Out

Verse One
Lilac roses look at lingered scars, past out
Cast away the remnants of what seemed a crippling doubt
Since there was nothing there to make leaves grow
Rooted here and deciding to purposefully let go
All that was molding the future of waiting possibility
What was will stay so chose to leave lived lives be

Chorus
Rose was healed and loved still
Living beyond her past days, no one else will

Verse Two
Lavender rose noticed old decisions collecting dust, past out
Stronger now to see what those choices were truly about
Part of the plan to make a flower exist in thrive
Harsh seasons meant to weather leaves, keep bloom alive
So mighty survivor took rough lesson and unsure breeze
All for the moment to come when a mind would be at ease

Chorus

Bridge
So in the blooming days rose became glorious
Something for any to behold with proud eyes
Far beyond the past things
So much stronger still

Interlude plays

Bridge

Verse Three
Pale purple rose, thankfully you fail to past out
Through every sadness setback, every yell and shout
Most others may have fallen in the lights of what went before
Yet a tattered rose held strong and so much more
To finally see the sunshine after the rain
Finding a smile in futures after pasts of pain

Chorus

There are many nicknames that I have for the people close to me...



Guerrero

Smidget

Cam Ski Ro

Howlett

Colossus

Olo


ONE FRIEND is called by me a lavender rose. I call her that because she is beautiful, different than a lot of likewise beauties. Through three songs I have told her story...here's hopinmg the next one allows me to continue it to a happy ending.

ANALYSIS- "Angie Baby"

"Angie Baby" is a popular song that was a number-one U.S. hit for Australian singer Helen Reddy. It hit #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart at the end of December of 1974 and became one of Reddy's biggest-selling singles. The song also topped the U.S. adult contemporary chart, the singer's fifth #1 on this chart and was also her first and only UK hit, where it peaked at #5.

The song's cryptic lyrics have inspired a number of listener theories as to what the song is really about, and Reddy has refused to comment on what the true storyline of the song is, partly because she has said she enjoys hearing other listeners' interpretations. Reddy has also said that "Angie Baby" was the one song she never had to push radio stations into playing.

Singer/songwriter Alan O'Day finally revealed in 1998 that the "crazy" heroine in the song had "magic power" and "special abilities", and that he had deliberately blurred the lines between fantasy and reality. However, he still declined to give a detailed explanation of what happened to the boy in the song. Reddy herself had joked that the boy had become "a sound wave", an explanation that O'Day later refuted.


**LYRICS**
You live your life in the songs you hear
On the rock and roll radio
And when a young girl doesn't have any friends
That's a really nice place to go
Folks hoping you'd turn out cool
But they had to take you out of school.
You're a little touched you know, Angie Baby

Lovers appear in your room each night
And they whirl you across the floor
But they always seem to fade away
When your daddy taps on your door
Angie girl, are you all right
Tell the radio good-night
All alone once more, Angie Baby

(CHORUS)
Angie Baby, you're a special lady
Living in a world of make-believe
Well, maybe

Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
With evil on his mind
'Cause he's been peeking in Angie's room
At night through the window blind
I see your folks have gone away
Would you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie Baby

When he walks in the room, he feels confused
Like he's walked into a play
And the music's so loud it spins him around
'Til his soul has lost it's way
And as she turns the volume down
He's getting smaller with the sound
It seems to pull him off the ground
Toward the radio he's bound
Never to be found

The headlines read that a boy disappeared
And everyone thinks he died
'Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover who
Keeps her satisfied
It's so nice to be insane
No one asks you to explain
Radio by your side, Angie Baby

(CHORUS)

The Twilight Verses, Entry I: Bad Taste

The State Of Things...

Okay...



BE HONEST



Of the two albums, which do you prefer?


T.I.-I'm Serious or T.I. vs T.I.P.
50 Cent-Get Rich Or Die Tryin' or The Massacre
**I could go on FOREVER but I'm trying to make the point...**


Taking nothing away from the albums that follow the debut but sometimes it seems that the second or any preceeding album lack some of the fire that that debut seemed to have. It is sometimes an ugly truth that the same artists you loved from their first album doesn't usually stay the same. They mostly become commercial caricatures of themselves or don't put the same energy into the next. This is just me speaking on that.



That made among flashing lights and crimson carpet sold origins years ago to be drone in the machine
True art appreciations from the beginning fans call screams and pleading for the returns to the green
When words were real and not rehearsed verses in the acts and scenes of the dumb down recited almost stalely
Back then when that beat was lacerated cut raw and played by the masses on the daily
The street strung sounds got the notices of the gamed musical and he heeded their siren call, to fanatics promising
That this beast snake that sculpted so many into model lies would not force he into compromising
So the verbal stayed same for long enough to pacify the loyalist masses
Later when the gripping monster finally squeezed the thirst from his heart, the loyal were made in braying asses
Betrayals it seemed as the hero of the hometowns turned into the solo thing he promised never to be
Here and now the baton that was dropped harder than hard so I guess it's up to me
We differ but similar selves strive now I do this thing so that my name is remembered as if hieroglyphics carving
Different because he sits plumped full at the King's table almost done, I am ready and willing as I walk among the living zombie starving
Plan be fed but eat small portions so that the slenderer contender stay the same ravenous hungered soul
But sooner or later even the hungriest get fed to the point where they lose control
I could get fat and complacent, regarding promises and supporters as not part of the plan
And sooner rather than later this alike almost will be the verse of the new neighborhood savior man




PS: Chck out my YouTube channel at http://www.youtube.com/user/luciusblack. Good stuff...

Lu/Eternity

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