"Lines written near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening" and "Ms Fat Booty" Mos Def
(Ephemeral Beauty)
LINES WRITTEN NEAR RICHMOND, UPON THE THAMES, AT EVENING.
How rich the wave, in front, imprest With evening-twilight's summer hues, While, facing thus the crimson west, The boat her silent path pursues! And see how dark the backward stream! A little moment past, so smiling! And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, Some other loiterer beguiling. Such views the youthful bard allure, But, heedless of the following gloom, He deems their colours shall endure 'Till peace go with him to the tomb. --And let him nurse his fond deceit, And what if he must die in sorrow! Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, Though grief and pain may come to-morrow? Glide gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames! that other bards may see, As lovely visions by thy side As now, fair river! come to me. Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so; Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, 'Till all our minds for ever flow, As thy deep waters now are flowing. Vain thought! yet be as now thou art, That in thy waters may be seen The image of a poet's heart, How bright, how solemn, how serene! Such heart did once the poet bless, Who, pouring here a[3] _later_ ditty, Could find no refuge from distress, But in the milder grief of pity. Remembrance! as we glide along, For him suspend the dashing oar, And pray that never child of Song May know his freezing sorrows more. How calm! how still! the only sound, The dripping of the oar suspended! --The evening darkness gathers round By virtue's holiest powers attended. |
Ms. Fat Booty
Mos Def I know I can't afford to stop for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget I know I can't afford to stop for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget [Mos Def] speaking over sung vocals Man.. for real I was in love with this girl why'know I was.. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man She was wild man.. f'real It's just too.. let me tell you about her [Mos Def] Yo in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name Big fame, she like cats with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it from the front She spot me like paparazzi Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants Hot damn! What your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up The slims at the Rebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of? I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down Asked her to dance she was like ?yo, I'm leaving now' An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She sippin Crys straight up, shaking, winding her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam For Reed is on the stand big things is in the plan The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce I turn around Say, you is the same pretty girl that I had priorly observed Trying to play me for the herb (yeah, that's her) Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together I just played it low and pretended I never met her ?How you feelin', ?oh I'm fine', ?my name is Mos', ?I'm Sharice' I heard so much good about you its nice to finally meet We moved to the booth reserved crew especially And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is *fucking* on me mentally We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo I'm about to merc, I say peace to the family She hop up like ?how you gonna leave before you dance with me?' [hook] (sung) I know I can't afford this life For a moment That its too soon To forget x2 (spoken by Mos Def) She blew my whole habit, that girl I was like ?what' I played it low though, I was like ?yeah, aiight, see'mon then, let's go' Its mad, it was so sick, I tell ya Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just Yo, she was like J. Kennedy Word bond, to my mother man She was that ill man, she take me to the dance floor And she start whispering to me [Mos Def] Yo, let me apologize for the other night I know it wasn't right But baby you know what its like Some brothers don't be coming right I understand, I'm feeling you Beside, ?can I have a dance?' ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song Finished then she whisper ?honey, let's exchange numbers' Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issac Like ?if I don't, if I don't, if I don't' Showin me that tan line and that tatoo Playin Sade, "Sweetest Taboo" Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato She call my at my J.O., ?come now', I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call ?I feel I'm runnin a fever' Six months, I'm tellin her I desperately need her Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around I need more than to knock it down I'm really tryin to lock it down Midnight we hook up and go at it Burn is over, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it She tellin me commitment is somethin she can't manage Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic Ahh damnit! This all Harrison Ford frantic My 911 wasn't answered by my fly Taurus enchantress Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kiddie club With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up What |
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The Parallels:
"Lines Written Near Richmon, Upon the Thames, at Evening," is a poem in which the narrator is admiring the beauty of the sunset upon the Thames river. While enjoying the overflow of feeling experienced through the beauty of this moment, the narrator also understands that soon the sun will be below the horizon, and he will be in darkness. The beauty, and that moment, will be gone. The narrator decideds to deceive himself though, and is content to believe the lie that the moment will last forever. In "Ms. Fat Booty," Mos Def tells us a story about a woman that he meets. The woman is perfect; she is like no other, and he knows that he has to have her. Initially his attempt at being with her fails, but ultimately he sees her again and is successful. They end up back at his place to have sex, and when he wakes up in the morning she's gone. He frantically searches for her, but to no avail. Later, much to his surprise, he sees her at a club becoming romantic with another woman. The connection here exists in that in both there is one becoming caught up in something that won't last. There is feeling experienced so intensely, that these experiences become almost transcendental. Ultimately, both our narrator and Mos Def are pulled from the experiences which they both seemed to believe would last. The question then becomes, is it more important that the experience occurred? Or is it more important that it was only temporal?
"Lines Written Near Richmon, Upon the Thames, at Evening," is a poem in which the narrator is admiring the beauty of the sunset upon the Thames river. While enjoying the overflow of feeling experienced through the beauty of this moment, the narrator also understands that soon the sun will be below the horizon, and he will be in darkness. The beauty, and that moment, will be gone. The narrator decideds to deceive himself though, and is content to believe the lie that the moment will last forever. In "Ms. Fat Booty," Mos Def tells us a story about a woman that he meets. The woman is perfect; she is like no other, and he knows that he has to have her. Initially his attempt at being with her fails, but ultimately he sees her again and is successful. They end up back at his place to have sex, and when he wakes up in the morning she's gone. He frantically searches for her, but to no avail. Later, much to his surprise, he sees her at a club becoming romantic with another woman. The connection here exists in that in both there is one becoming caught up in something that won't last. There is feeling experienced so intensely, that these experiences become almost transcendental. Ultimately, both our narrator and Mos Def are pulled from the experiences which they both seemed to believe would last. The question then becomes, is it more important that the experience occurred? Or is it more important that it was only temporal?