Last night, I revealed what was really inside my heart. I had been trying to cover it up, as i didn't see it to yield any gain or profit of worth. But despite, my knowledge of the rocky core of my heart being insufficient to harvest good things, I needed to express it. I desperately desired to speak everything that was in me. My self-control was no longer attainable. It was just me and my will to release. I realize that was all that I can get out of what I did. I can not expect anything from anyone else but I know that I got somethings out and that's it, nothing further. Perhaps feeling better may be dependent upon the reaction to my actions, but feeling better is what I do with my actions. Mmhmm, I just...
there's just too many elements of funny in this one clip...just too much. God bless Martin 4always
ELEMENTS OF FUNNY: Impersonation: • Guy Torry as the Martin Look alike with sweatshirt that says, “Martin Payne” with an arrow pointing to his face.
Repetition in Ol’ Massa speech plus addresses the camera/ tv audience: • Nipsy: “Mad dog’s comin’….I said mad-dog’s-a-comin’”
Fake Running Scene/ Panic Scene: • Waitress screams: “Run for your lives”
Voice over • Big Black Scary Man portrayed by small Gary Coleman
Stressing words: • Martin: “Look I’m sorry bout the 5 long (break) hard years (stretch) in prison.
Rhyming: • Martin: You did the crime/ and I guess you had to do the damn time
Cheering: • Gina: “Go ‘head baby!”
Repetition: • Martin: “Bring on da noise/ bring on da noise” • Prop action with Bottle: “I go here” again “I say I go here” and again “I flip it around, bring it back, I go here again.”
Commercial reference: • Martin: “For all you do, this bud’s for you.”
Threat: • Mad Dog: “Yo man relax.”/ Martin: “I can’t relax, I’m tryna tell you something.”/ Mad Dog: “I sad relax.” / Martin: I’m chillin’”
Abrupt shift: • Mad Dog and Martin bogus-fake crying, then Martin reaches out to touch him, and Mad Dog raises up his fist: Martin: “I guess you ain’t been out long enough.”
Sitcom/ Camio Reference & “Message!”: • Mad Dog: “I’m making money the right way, I’m a florist.”/ Martin: “What you talking bout’ Mad Dog.”
Corny exist/ Theme music: • Mad Dog exists with an applause, west coast-themed music (same as his entrance), and a raised pound/ black power fist exchange with Pam and Tommy.
Protagonist roast: Pam: “Yea, standin up to a florist really took alotta guts.”
Retraction of the “Message”: • Mad Dog gets into a fight as he exists. Mad Dog: “Martin I need a witness.”/ Martin: “No you don’t.”
I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transform I can transform Ill transform I'm a transformer I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transform I can transform Ill transform I'm a transformer
I'm just being myself Plus I gotta be me too Silly of me to think that I couldn't bring myself to be you Ah but behold there is benevolence Behind this but don't stare though Be careful cause I'll kill you With kindness That why I'm dressed quite neatly Cause Its easy and discreetly they seek me And when they reach me and see me they believe me completely I'm a real live wire I ain't lying If its between me and you I ain't dying I can transform, I can transform, I can transform Without even trying wow
I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transform I can transform Ill transform I'm a transformer I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transform I can transform Ill transform I'm a transformer
Now I'm someone else Now someone can be me too Behold the beautiful and bold everyday I Wake up to be new Oh but its simple but they still can understand why I think I can, I think I can, I think I can or can I I'm a microchip off the old block You know not but I was a robot And I sold Rock and you would get For sho shoot with a gold glock boy I rode pac Something that you won't see again What the hell might as well be a friend I can transform, I'm a transformer No telling who I will have to be again
I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transform I can transform Ill transform I'm a transformer I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transform I can transform Ill transform I'm a transformer
hhmhm sigh lips tight staring at you computer screen waiting for you to tell me what to do besides what i'm doing already which is work on you but i rather not i rather lay inside your cyberspace and be away from the analog taking too long to penetrate i hesitate cuz its unfamiliar but i want it bad feels like familia like home cuz home is foreign can't seem to find a friend 'cept for you so i'm waiting for you to hold my hand and tell me what to do besides what i'm doing already let's go steady cuz i'm steady in a daze in a amaze ment why do u torment me leaving me on the outside of your space let me in to your digital underground i'll abscond and get lost in your found find me i'll be here staring waiting for u to take me ...
IMA WRITE A MANIFESTO ONEADESEDAYZ, BUT IN THE MEAN TIME CHECK OUT THIS ONE (click manifesto)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
what do u want? whats gon save u reaching for nuthing when everything else is inside but nuthings inside but i'll say one day u will sing a happy tune a joyous story u will croon skipping down the street boppin yo head to the beat of ur own
