אור Ohr Performing 4 Track Mini-Mix of Original Material at the 2011 Studio for Interrelated Media BIG Show @ Massart
I am a cloud 9, times out of ten. Lightening bolt positive, sit silent like Zen. Three hundred kA, I’m thunder clap gripping, all up in the temples I am water table flipping, I’m tripping, transcending social class, still pass when I am skipping. Rain drops drip drop dripping, splash your face with grace like the anointing oils I am sipping. Bless
My amber eyed loves, you lift my heart above the broken glass and cigarette ash, ruins of plastic trash in pavement cracks that long outlast the four walled red brick stacks upon which you are forever cursed to return to. Hungry bellies, you haunt this city like the shadow of my great grandfathers, wandering the wilderness, longing for food where there was already fullness.