Metre

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It's because people's nerves are too impatient, they want to jump over. The soul was solid and balanced any even meter. Now you just want it to split off, the beat at the end of an even footed meter to spread out and spread mayonnaise over the nerve end. To dot some mustard or betteryet hotsauce in it. We have knots, sort of like RD Laing, in our feelings. We want some long psychedelic lines instead of pure african beats. We want some liquor store carwashes in our veins instead of straight hiho hiho to our heart . . .

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And these straight long lines get fixed. And the beats are a lame. So we keep trying to retalk and fix language in our own way that fits the savage beat. We need some more sophisticated raps, or some divers and deeper higher mayonnaise. -- For Turner Classic Movies, this is LOu COstello ++§€.