Talking to ears that have been deaf
For as long as I can remember
A self-medicated handicap, so I speak to myself
And I try so hard to get his stupid deaf ears to hear
That I've become illiterate, I've become dumb
(Ya hear me? Ya hear me? Ya hear me?)
It's crazy how we've been calling Gonzo 'Joanne' since 2010 (Alexz his impact) and she is stealing sh!t from fan forums now.
Sidenote: Hi-Def. Tierra. I miss them.
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Thats because Beyonce is the best selling ringtone artist. She has sold over 11.5 million of them at the same price as a digital single. The IFPI recognizes them along with other things, times are changing and artists are selling more than just albums and people need to realize that.
Talking to ears that have been deaf
For as long as I can remember
A self-medicated handicap, so I speak to myself
And I try so hard to get his stupid deaf ears to hear
That I've become illiterate, I've become dumb
(Ya hear me? Ya hear me? Ya hear me?)
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
Who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
Who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war
Who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
Who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
Who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
Who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares
