Intro : APRIL SHOWERS, APRIL TEARS (by Saul Williams)

April's navel, Easter parade on cable
lay still, I'll shave you
his hand slips beneath the underdog
she lets him
a steady hand can conjure the sun
from behind a cloud
April showers
we sat in church for hours
trading tales of communion
afraid of the sight of blood
yet she loves the feeling
who conjures who?
This one's afraid to resurrect
we dangle carrots before the cage
the rabbit licks its hind legs
and crosses to the puddle of urine
pregnancy is a scent before anything else
Some things should not be reborn
unless the process is most certainly immaculate
Ego taints the saints
the rabbit dies, she faints
He crosses the room
Calvary, with bed posts
She sees him staring out the window
when she comes to
she beckons
He hesitates
and in that moment she knows
another child has been taught to fear God
She says
I love you, but I cannot mother your fears
April showers, April tears

EASTER (by Stuart Davis)

In the midst of perfection
this princess starts bitching
In the arms of Elijah
this infant keeps twitching
this master that’s teaching
is a pupil repeating
this boxer loves headlines
but he couldn’t take a punch line

Somebody slap me
I can’t stop laughing
Suicide is back in fashion
All ascenders
end up sinking
makes Love wonder
what fear’s thinking

Two crows sit at the window
keeping a vigil over your widow
Two coins drop in a casket
over your sockets (bury that bastard)
Two-thirds ready for Easter
thinking you’re Jesus, proving you're Ceasar
ready for Easter

Right posture, right poses
too bad what’s under the robes is
Still cross-eyed in the witness
and searching for suchness
Back home, God’s diamond
puts a diaper on the daughter
of a Mystical martyr
who triggered a seizure
making believe that
his body’s a disease
wishing for a World
where a vapor would thrive
giving up his life (as if he were alive)
He would have his wings
if feathers came from crutches
or that cushion he clutches

Somebody slap me
I can’t stop laughing
suicide is back in fashion
all ascenders
end up sinking
makes Love wonder
what fear’s thinking

Two crows sit at the window
keeping a vigil over your widow
Two coins drop in a casket
over your sockets (bury that bastard)
Two-thirds ready for Easter
thinking you’re Jesus proving you're Ceasar
ready for Easter

In the eye of a white tornado
in the pit of a black volcano
In the palm of a human hand
there’s a grain of this quick-sand

[woman’s voice]

I’m just a girl with a planet inside of me
Daughter of Man, but the Men have been fighting me
I bathed my brother and my brother ignited me
Divinity’s twins, till some devil divided the
Goddess from the Hominid’s oddysey
I am, I am what I am
I am an antidote to New Age philosophy
epicac to this mythic caprophogy

(Refrain)