The International Badminton Championship: La P'tite Grise Vs. Jef

Don't look at me, he's screaming. You have the nicest body I've ever seen. I'm not a fag, he keeps pretending. Well, you should be, I'm laughing. . I'm walking, my eyes are looking for more.

Thanks For The Couch

The Curse Of Saint Avarice

There are gods. There are saints. There are those who save. Many lives put at risk. But there's one saint who can't miss. All the pain and the fear. Oh how he wishes it still were here.

The Real Sugar Baby

All right. Test, test, test, test!. Hello? Are we ready to go here? Ehum, may I have your attention, please?. [What?]. May I have your attention, please?.

The Power Of Love

There comes a time,. When you face the toughest of fights,. Searching for a sign,. Lost in the darkest of nights,. The wind blows so cold,. You're standing alone,.

Torture

Freedom seems to haunt you. But the voice ain't that familiar. Action seems to call you. But you're feeling quite the same. . Seasons from with torture.

The Way

The way you move when we touched. Is like fire in my arm, baby. And when we kiss with our lips touched. It makes me crazy, deep inside. . When we hold, like we hold.

The Secretary

Tell me why does your secretary hide up above. In your upstairs apartment, ready for love. When you know that you're lost in the heat of the action. leave it in the hands of love.

Turn Around

We hold on for a while. This is all we've got right now. Pretend we're doing fine. Pretending we're doing fine.... . You could turn around, turn around.

The Old Nickelodeon Sound

I guess I'm an old-fashioned dreamer. Walking the street on my own. Out of date, like the old-fashioned steamer. No longer feeling at home. For now romance has gone, time races on.

Trite

[Sage Francis]. . i'm having identity crises.. "no we're not." "yes we are.". i'm having identity crises.. "no we're not." "yes we are.". . i don't have a feeling that hasn't been felt, feeling on my felt tip,.

Tree Of Knowledge

I'm a construct of your world, deep-rooted, polluted and tortured. Abused and altered, I just caught you eves dropping. Adam's rising to pluck the fruit from off the branch.

Threewrite (non-prophets)

This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined souls. the hands I've been trying to hold. This is to the (uh-uh) love that I lost. and all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossed.

Three Sheets To The Wind

Had one too many one way conversations. with the licky licky lord. 'till I grew a scissor tongue. and c-c-cut the cord. put the phone on the floor. detach the wires in my head.

The Write (a 1995/1996 Class Project)

this is to the woman who I loved but lost.. intertwined souls of the universe got divorced.. but it wasn't forced. got single thoughts of being double crossed,.

The Weak Link

Written By: Sage Francis. . Verse One:. . The weak link is quivering...determining the chain's strength/. Wimpering...VIBRATING...the wave length/. of its stress signals are more or less symbols. It just trembles/.

The Time Of My Life

Consider me to be a fly on the wall with a bird's eye view. I stare, as my birthtime drew near. The only Earth I knew reared me in a world I grew to fear.

The Strange Famous Mullet Remover

Closing out our feature for you now. Captain of our slam team - Sage Francis.. . It was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing). It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing).

The Masters Are Back (non-prophets)

By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,. they were questioning who the real threat is.. Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague..

The Emperor's New Clothing

Written By: Sage Francis. . I listen for secrets hidden in whispers...in the winter time/. And catch them tickling my whiskers...colliding with wind chimes/.