In all this world, there is nothing more important than appreciating the preciousness of our human embodiment and doing all we can to increase health and happiness for ourselves and others - Tarthang Tulku

Friday, June 15, 2012

I need a record producer for my rap-song, Namaste, Bitches.

Hello, world. 
I need to record and make a video of my rap-song, Namaste, Bitches, which is a message to people all over the world that aims to demystify the message and teachings of yoga for a wider audience. The rap-song ( I prefer this terminology to "rap", just because)  was composed in the spirit of healing, Oneness, Peace, and divine comedy while shining a light on the pretense of politics, corporate greed, and the dissolving of the patriarchal paradigm on our upside down world on Fire. Cue "It's the New Mother Nature Taking Over". I used to be a PR Manager for Comcast back in the day, so, we've all come a long way from the way we were. Cue Barbara..... Scattered pictures..... 


So I'm looking for a music producer and video producer with virtually no ego, an acute sense of absurdity, irony, and divine comedy who has a vast musical range, from Messiaen to Monk, Chopin to Cat Stevens, Bowie to Bjork, Beyonce to The Bee Gees, Michael Jackson to Mahalia Jackson and everything in between. I know the right creative partners for this project are somewhere out there, out where dreams come true. 


If you think you'd like to collaborate with me in this cosmic experiment, email me at hwestyoga@gmail.com. 


Here's the rap. Don't try to steal it either. I have a team of lawyers poised to pounce on your plagiarizing arse. 


Namaste, Bitches  by H.West


dont take me for a skinny WASP who drives a Volvo /
and even if I did so does Tarentino 

i'm not some voodoo gumbi with no bones and no spine /
you got what you got / and i got mine 

this yoga shit, it ain't no joke / you can do it if you're homeless, fat, and broke 

your pants are too tight / you've lost your fight / don't remember how to dance and forgot about romance

you're livin like the walking dead / 
stupid ass thoughts running thru your head 

i'm not some skinny vegan with my head up my ass /
i teach an ancient science, you should be in my class / 
it'll make you sweat / and make you sigh / might even make you happy cry 

all you suits, you need to chill the hell out/ all your stressin over money and that's not what it's about 

eating pringles, getting shingles, climbing ladders is all that matters. 

there' s nothing left at all to fear / but i know you'd rather drink more beer /
than listen to a white girl rap about jesus (he sees us) /
this chick is crazy, she stands on her head /
but she look good too (i wanna take her to bed)
but she don't play like that / 
she's on a spiritual path, 
loves god and tofu, you do the math. 

yoga gives you back a love on high / it's not about stretchin out your inner thigh / 
but that feels good too, you're gonna see / 
all you gotta do is breathe with me... breathe with me... breathe with me..... 

i dont' know what you trust / but it's gonna fail you / keep your treasures on earth and it's gonna jail you 

it's a shame you so pale, so tight, so cheap 
too busy lookin scared never taking a leap

when's the last time you felt real joy
 that wasn't related to a girl or a boy? 

shut up a minute get quiet and hear /
 you write your future, you feed your fear 

you got a house, some kids, a car and a lawn 
how come you never tried this yoga jawn? 

you're gonna fall and it's gonna hurt
 but nobody ever died from eatin some dirt
get dirty, get messy, get on the floor,
 even white chicks dressed like zaza gabor 

nothin is promised, every day is a gift 
if you see a brother strugglin', give him a lift 

break it down slow, break it down fast 
start doin the yoga and the change is gonna last

CEOs and lawyers,all you people with the plans
never lookin' up, always workin for the man 

yoga just means we gotta unite , no new-age hippie shit 
just about what feels right 

in your body, in your mind, in your soul and in your belly 
put down the donut, yo,
on your chin, you got some jelly

namaste, bitches, namaste 
namaste, bitches, namaste
 
sick and tired of people telling me 
that for yoga you need flexibilitly

that's how you get it, chump
i don't buy your excuse 
try a friggin class, let yourself go loose 

pimps and playas, divas and hoes 
i want you all to touch your toes 

ladies i ain't tryin' to make you too thin to win
a girl with no booty really is a sin

back in high school i used to wear preppy tweed slacks
from bananna republic clearance racks 

i didn't know who i was, i still don't know who i am 
my favorite thing to eat is a big baked yam 

i'm telling you this so you know i'm no poser 
they call me h.west and nobody hardly knows her 

it's about damn time, y'all come to your senses 
desperado-style, been out ridin fences 

love is the cure for whatever ails you
  don't matter if you're muslim, chrisitian, or jew 

om shanti shanti and all that mess 
you can do much more if you thought a lot less 

lighter faster stronger higher 
find it fuel it feed your fire 

take off the mask, don't be a pretender 
lay your ass down and just surrender

just surrender 

namaste bitches namaste 
i bow to the light in you 
the light in you 
namaste bitches namaste

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  4. Everyone else's comments suck, so I'll write you a real comment. Your lyrics kick butt. I'd love to hear the song. Don't you have a bootleg version on YouTube? No need to wait for a professional to make a video for you. Just make your own video on your webcam. I bet it would be hilarious (and insightful too, of course.)

    Great blog. Keep it up. :)

    Namaste, bitches!

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