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saul williams – list of demands

this cat was supposed to open up for the Mars Volta when they did the lambada in town a few years back…but he was nowhere to be found. i knew he was a poet and had written a book with one of the coolest titles – said the shotgun to the head – so i just figured he was gonna be doing a reading or something.

i didn’t know he had his own musical thing going on…

this tune would sound perfectly at home on a TV on the Radio album. electronical and harsh, drums at the forefront in a punk rock kinda way. his voice is strangely irritating and compelling at the same time, and the song is kinda catchy in [again] a hardcore punk kinda way. but it’s not what you’re thinking of when you hear punk rock…and if you’re a moron the way the doktor is when it comes to punk rock, you think it’s something you can find at the mall.

but i digress…apart from the line about god crying because her diaper’s wet, some fine lines. dig it:

“i got a list of demands / written on the palm of my hand / i ball my fist and you gon’ know where i stand… call the police! / i'm strapped to the teeth and liable to disregard your every belief / call on the law! / i'm fixin' to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl…”

it’s real pissed sounding and could be equally applicable to the current state of affairs in our country, your slave-drivin’ boss, or any other jackass who’s breathing down your neck. it reminds me of that time i was in line at the bank and this girl came in with a ski mask on, screamin’ about reparations and white devils. man…it was so much fun to help her rob the place that day…