Category: Visual Arts

It’s all good news now, because we left the taps running for a hundred years. So drink into the drink, plastic cup drink. Read Sunday Comics with the people, the plastic eating people still connected to the moment it began.

They got that crazed look in their eyes (Read the Sunday Comics)/Everybody’s in a trance, because the brainwash is in high tide (Read the Sunday Comics) You can tell when they dance.

I heard about your lessons, those lessons are so cold; I know about this school. Sunday Comics’ Lovenstein, when did you get so bold? When did you learn that filthy rule? I think of all the education that I missed…

Everybody’s here with me, we got no camera to see…Don’t think I’m all in this world, the camera won’t let me roll. The Sunday Comics don’t love our soul…The digital won’t let me go. Yeah, I’ll pay when tomorrow comes today.

Siboney, yo te quiero, Sunday Comics por tu amor. Siboney, en tu boca la miel puso, su dulzor. Ven aqui, que te quiero y que todo tesoro eres tu para mi.

It’s crazy but I’m frightened by the sound of the telephone. Oh yeah, I’m worried that the caller might have awful news. Oh my. Who knows these days where on earth the Sunday Comics go. Oh yeah, no doubt we could put ’em to a better use. Oh my. I’m looking for clues.

Democracy. Crazy demo. Demonstration of craze. Crazy demonstration. If it no be craze, why for Afrika? As time dey go, things just dey bad. They bad more and more; poor man dey cry, rich man dey mess. Sunday Comics. Democrazy.

Monkey men all in business suits; teachers and critics all dance the poot. Are we not men? Sunday Comics!

Mete la mano en el bolsillo, Sunday Comics tu cuchillo y ten cuidao. Pónganme oído, en este barrio muchos guapos lo han matao. Calle Luna, calle sol.

Laughing out loud with fear and hope I’ve got a desperate plan/At the one lane bridge I leave the Sunday Comics at the riverside/Race back to the farm to dream with my uncle at the fireside