Now I dialed 911 a long time ago
don't you see how late they reactin'
They only come when they come when they wanna go
get the morgue truck and then bag the goner
They don't care cause they get paid
anyway they treat you like an ace that can't be betrayed
I know you's know with no use people if your life is on the line,
then you're dead today
Late comers and the late comers stretcher
that's a body bag in disguise y'all I'll betcha
I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch you
With a autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya
They are the kings 'cos they swing amputation
lose your arms your legs the famous compilation
I can prove it to you watch the rotation
it all adds up to a funky situation
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get, get, get down late 911 wears the late crown
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get, get, get down late 911 wears the late crown
911 is a joke, 911 is a joke
Everyday they don't ever come correct
you can ask my man right here with the broken neck
He's a witness to the job never bein'
done he would've been in full effect
911 is a joke cause their always jokin'
they the token to your life when it's croakin'
They need to be in a pawn shop
on a 911 is a joke we don't want 'em
I'll call a cab 'cause a cab will come quicker
the doctors huddle up and call a flea flicker
The reason that I say that 'cause they flick you off like fleas
They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on our knees
And to the strength, so go the length
thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth
You better wake up and smell the real flavor
cause 911 is a fake life saver
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get, get, get down late 911 wears the late crown
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get, get, get down late 911 wears the late crown
911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke
Get up get, get, get down
McCOY:
Come on Spock, it's me, McCoy!
You really have gone where no man has gone before.
Can't you tell me what it felt like?
SPOCK:
It would be impossible to discuss the subject without a common frame of reference.
McCOY:
You're joking!
SPOCK:
"A joke" - is, a story with a humorous climax.
McCOY:
You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death?
SPOCK:
Forgive me, Doctor, I am receiving a number of distress calls.
McCOY:
I don't doubt it!
*****
[Spock's quarters]
KIRK:
Spock?
SPOCK:
I prefer it dark.
KIRK:
Dining on ashes?
SPOCK:
You were right.
It was arrogant presumption on my part that got us into this situation.
You and the Doctor might have been killed.
KIRK:
The night is young.
You said it yourself. It was logical.
Peace is worth a few personal risks.
...You're a great one for logic.
I'm a great one for rushing in where angels fear to tread.
We're both extremists.
Reality is... probably somewhere in between.
...I couldn't get past the death of my son.
SPOCK:
I was prejudiced by her accomplishments as a Vulcan.
KIRK:
Gorkon had to die before I understood how prejudiced I was.
SPOCK:
Is it possible ...that we two, you and I, have grown so old, and so inflexible
...that we have outlived our usefulness...?
...Would that constitute...
...a joke?
KIRK:
Don't crucify yourself. It wasn't your fault.
SPOCK:
I was responsible.
KIRK:
For no actions but your own
SPOCK:
That is not what you said at your trial.
KIRK:
That was as Captain of a ship. Human beings...
SPOCK:
But Captain, we both know that I am not human.
KIRK:
Spock, do you want to know something..?
...Everybody's human.
SPOCK:
I find that remark ...insulting.
KIRK:
Come on, I need you.
Yes,
Us people are just poems
We're ninety percent metaphor
With a leanness of meaning
Approaching hyper-distillation
And once upon a time
We were moonshine
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
Yes, rushing down the long hallway
Despite what the p.a. announcement says
Yes, rushing down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That it will always be there
Yes, it's part of a pair
There on the bow of Noah's ark
The most prestigious couple
Just kickin' back parked
Against a perfectly blue sky
On a morning beatific
In its Indian summer breeze
On the day that America
Fell to its knees
After strutting around for a century
Without saying thank you
Or please
And the shock was subsonic
And the smoke was deafening
Between the setup and the punch line
Cause we were all on time for work that day
We all boarded that plane for to fly
And then while the fires were raging
We all climbed up on the window sill
And then we all held hands
And jumped into the sky
And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
So far
So far
So fierce and ingenious
A poetic specter so far gone
That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
Over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
And I'll tell you what, while we're at it
You can keep the pentagon
Keep the propaganda
Keep each and every tv
That's been trying to convince me
To participate
In some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
Perpetuate retribution
Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
Is still hanging in the air
And there's ash on our shoes
And there's ash in our hair
And there's a fine silt on every mantle
From hell's kitchen to Brooklyn
And the streets are full of stories
Sudden twists and near misses
And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
With tales of narrowly averted disasters
And the whiskey is flowin'
Like never before
As all over the country
Folks just shake their heads
And pour
So here's a toast to all the folks that live in Palestine, Afghanistan,
Iraq, El Salvador
Here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
Under the stone cold gaze of Mt. Rushmore
Here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
Who daily provide women with a choice
Who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City
Just to listen to a young woman's voice
Here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
Awaiting the executioner's guillotine
Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
To find peace in the form of a dream, peace in the form of a dream
Cause take away our PlayStations
And we are a third world nation
Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
Who stole the oval office and that phony election
I mean
It don't take a weatherman
To look around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
And boy did he ever
And we hold these truths to be self evident:
Number one, George W. Bush is not president
Number two, America is not a true democracy
Number three, the media is not fooling me
Cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
And I'm raising my glass in a toast
Here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
May we vow to get off of this sauce
Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
And find that train ticket we lost
Cause once upon a time the line followed the river
And peeked into all the backyards
And the laundry was waving
The graffiti was teasing us
From brick walls and bridges
We were rolling over ridges
Through valleys
Under stars
I dream of touring like Duke Ellington
In my own railroad car
I dream of waiting on the tall blond wooden benches
In a grand station aglow with grace
And then standing out on the platform
And feeling the air on my face
Give back the night its distant whistle
Give the darkness back its soul
Give the big oil companies the finger finally
And relearn how to rock-n-roll
Yes, the lessons are all around us and the truth is waiting there
So it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
And clear the air
Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
Of someone else's desert
Put it back in its pants
And quit the hypocritical chants of
Freedom forever
Cause when one lone phone rang
In two thousand and one
At ten after nine
On nine one one
Which is the number we all called
When that lone phone rang right off the wall
Right off our desk and down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That the whole world turned
Just to watch it fall
And while we're at it
Remember the first time around?
The bomb?
The Ryder truck?
The parking garage?
The princess that didn't even feel the pea?
Remember joking around in our apartment on Avenue D?
Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
Following a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!
It was a joke
At the time
And that was just a few years ago
So let the record show
That the FBI was all over that case
That the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
And scoping that scene
Religiously
The CIA
Or is it KGB?
Committing countless crimes against humanity
With this kind of eventuality
As its excuse
For abuse after expensive abuse
And it didn't have a clue
Look, another window to see through
Way up here
On the hundredth and fourth floor
Look
Another key
Another door
Ten percent literal
Ninety percent metaphor
Three thousand some poems disguised as people
On an almost too perfect day
Must be more than pawns
In some asshole's passion play
So now it's your job
And it's my job
To make it that way
To make sure they didn't die in vain
Ssh
Baby listen
Hear the train?
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