SIDE SHOW (2011)
© Brenda R. Carsey

PLEASE JUST LISTEN

Did you think I’d sit down by your feet and look up to you
while you glare down at me?
Always too busy thinking of your next brilliant words to stop and hear me.
It’s such a joke, I’ve almost choked on all your words pouring out.
You’ve got a faucet for a mouth.
And I’m drowning, a sea of words grab and try to hold me down
So my soul can’t shine or be found.

Please don’t talk now, just listen to me, baby.
Oh, please don’t talk now, just listen to me, baby.
How can I share with you when you talk the way you do?

Don’t worry dear, it’s not just you. There’s others who aren’t listening
And not because they can’t hear.
They’re more concerned with them, their I, their me, their my, oh my.
I think they should apologize.
For all the times they made folks cry without a blink from their eye.
People marginalize.
And so you see I had to leave to save the last of my sanity.
You would never listen to me.

Please don’t talk now, just listen to me, baby.
Oh, please don’t talk now, just listen to me, baby.
How can I share with you when you talk the way you do?

(Abstract) See I warned you sweetheart, the timing wasn’t right.
Thought you were Kanye, tried to lock down my love life.
A world full of strife when we have wicked minds.
It’s the end of your world, darling, didn’t you read the damn signs?
Feeling like a Mayan, It’s time I’m fighting see.
But time is irrelevant so I have to destroy your whole philosophy.
Hypocrisy, I smell it in the morning instead of a pot of Folders.
Life is supposed to be beautiful in the eye of this beholder.
Raised to be a soldier. Grew up to be a passivist.
An eternal quest for knowledge, ain’t no way I can’t go after this.
I can never miss that feeling, when I saw everything shatter.
Felt like a failure, like those who believe up in the rapture.
Warn against the world, hip hop is my only shield.
Teenage angst at its finest. The black Holden Caulfield.
Life is meant to be experienced, how else shall we learn.
Life is meant to be lived my friend, see it’s something you have to earn

Please don’t talk now, just listen to me, baby.
Oh, please don’t talk now, just listen to me, baby.
How can I share with you when you talk the way you do?

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ALONE

I’ve been alone in this world since the day I was born.
And every step I take through life, I walk it alone.
And when I face my death, I know I’ll face it alone.
But it would still be nice to have a man on my arm.
I never thought that I’d be alone for so long
without a man to come on home with me.
This young body’s going to waste,
slowly ripening past its prime taste.
Oh, oh, woe is me.

When I’m alone and sober I keep getting little tears
So I fill my cup to wash away some of my fears
Find a coffee shop just to read a little poem.
Try to pretend that I am not alone.
But I am alone.
I am alone.
And you are alone.

It seems I’ve woken up from my dream.
Fantasy no longer leading me with a leash down the road blindly
That’s all in the past, I woke up too fast.
I never thought that I’d be alone for so long
without a man to come on home with me.
This young body’s going to waste,
slowly ripening past its prime taste.
Oh, oh, woe is me.

When I’m alone and sober I keep getting little tears.
So I spark a light to smoke away some of my fears.
Find a coffee shop just to read a little poem.
Try to pretend that I am not alone.
But I am alone.
I am alone.
And you are alone.

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FAKE PEOPLE

Fake people walk around with the smile of a broken home.
Fake people walk around sporting styles that aren’t their own.
Fake people walk around speaking words like they won’t do harm.
Fake people, they’ll stab you in the back, watch out now.

You better watch your back, they’ll come and get ya.
You better watch your back, they’ll come and get ya.
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Oh you better watch your back.
They’ll come and get you, yeah.
Fake People.
They’re everywhere… 

REMEMBER?

Do you remember when you let me down?
Oh, do you remember when you pushed me down?
I worked so hard for you then you left without a reason.
I was so confused with no love left to believe in.

But I still want you, despite all the ugly things you do.
I still want you, despite all the ugly things you do.
Oh, I love you.

Do you recall when you let me trip and fall?
Oh do you recall that you sat and watched me fall?
There’s something dark in you that laughs when I struggle breathing.
You didn’t reach out to save me from my grieving, no.

But I still want you, despite all the ugly things you do.
I still want you, despite all the ugly things you do.
Oh, I love you.
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I love you, yes I do.
I love you, yah it’s true.


DON'T GET LOST

So you’re stuck like you have a disease.
Can’t help but wear your heart on your sleeve.
You’d rather suffer than be pleased.
Can’t release, you’re just a tease.
Come on, It’s gone on way
Too long, don’t get lost in
The mess, close your
Eyes, look
Within
You’re stuck like you’ll never win.
You’re a mess but don’t know where to begin.
You’re drying out, but don’t know how to swim.
Be yourself. Don’t be like them.
Come on, It’s gone on way
Too long, don’t get lost in
The mess, close your
Eyes, look
Within


MY LBC

I like to make you think, crawl right under your skin.
So take your clothes off and I will begin.
I like to spit words, I dabble just a little.
I wouldn’t call it rap, it’s more like spitting riddles.
Your immunity will falter, one bite and then I’m in.
Free to split your epidermis from the second layer of your skin.
You got things to say, I’m not denying that.
But I’ll out-rhyme you with good grammar, kid.
Now what you think of that?
I’m the killer B, don’t make a landing just for nothing.
I only land to cool my wings and feast on golden honey.
So spit some of that golden sweet and get this B to stay.
So we can keep on with silly human living game.

Outkast, please don’t sue me for this.
You know that it ain’t my fault
That you make really good shit.
Made for southern players, remixed by me.
I had to share the soul of the LBC.

Long Beach living is the place to be.
There ain’t no hurry, ain’t no worry, what you get is what you see.
Everybody’s got some ink and we all like to drink out beer.
Every day is just like summer and a breeze is always blowing
You can tell by all the legs and chests and shoulders that are showing.
In the day we all be chillin, bbq-in, playing music.
Everybody owns a guitar and writes original music.
People are rarely on time cause we like to keep it mellow.
And everywhere you look is a sexy hipster fellow.
Free yoga on at the park overlooking the Queen
So much awareness and community leading the scene.
Riding bikes all day and into the night
To Congregation or the Basement or maybe the Pike.
Raging late into the night
Indulging in mental enhancers
And no matter what is playing
You’ll see everyone’s a dancer.
Long Beach has no shame; we all know how to get loose.
Artistic vision, self-expression, the original art noose.
Leading art and culture, we’re the engine of the train.
Dragging with us the caboose filled with OC and LA.

​Outkast, please don’t sue me for this.
You know that it ain’t my fault
That you make really good shit.
Made for southern players, remixed by me.
I had to share the soul of the LBC.

(Goldielocks) G to the O to the L to the D to the I E, Goldielocks is back.
Long Beach we repping cause there’s nothing that our city lacks.
We got it all, from palm trees to blue seas
To badass chicks and OG’s with Cali weed that’s so green.
Running shit from past to present, you know how we do.
LBC 213, LBC 562.
From players to haters to toy machine skaters,
Backyard barbeques and Bev Plaza raggers.
We got it all to keep it diverse.
Classy life on ocean to the hood on 21st.
Don’t be afraid of what you’re hearing on the news.
Everyone be chilling always faded off them brews.
Old school flavor with our vintage steeze.
That Long Beach lifestyle always known to please.
City by the sea unlike any other.
Gotta live it to see it, don’t judge a book by its cover.

Outkast, please don’t sue me for this.
You know that it ain’t my fault
That you make really good shit.
Made for southern players, remixed by me.
I had to share the soul of the LBC.
 
We did it. Haha. Killa B. Goldielocks. LBC. Hey Outkast, don’t get mad at us guys.