HHD#6.

Sprueman, that fictional absurdist rapper that nests under my scalp, has been gleeful and a-rhyming this pre-noon. His relaxed confidence keeps a good distance from the I can, can I?/I cannot can I? problem, no matter what he does, it's all just words layed over a cycle of sound. I think that he is cracking the UK Hopscotch fnommanah. Here are some of the pen acts:

Keepinit cryptic/vex you all
I'm super-killer-toothpaste/Kryptonal

Can you not comprehend/that my train of thought
/is driven round the bend/by a legless, headless friend
/running over trends/engine stocked/stoned as henge

See I feel words man/I'm a visualiser
assign a signed photo to the synthasizer
It's unfair on the world that this brer's rare kinda
Let's let the boss die like an absent minder
My abstract sound'll make some noses brown
Forking through my brain waves/"what is he about?"
Status sure to swell/I've got social gout
I'm fatalist dentist/knock all your teeth out

Feel free to shudder at my wavy lines
You might feel a little bitter/like a baby lime
If you wanna moan man/well take the time
Like Ebenezer Scrooge and a parking fine

I'm in her box like time travel tinder
Keep my lips limber/odd treat like Kinder

And it goes on. His Dassit song has a basic beat-loop but that needs layers and key[board]s. I need a concept to work from, a link between the verses and the chorus, which in itself is yet to exist. Dassit, stolen from a former co-worker at a hospital, is an assertion that an action that is underway involving another person is being executed in a satisfactory manner. So, Sprueman is looking at his surroundings and finding the success in people's activities, encouraging people on doing good things well. The upbeat, celebratory mood of the words and music remain loyal to each other, and the lyrical themes are a part of the sound, and a solid-feeling whole is presented.

The video, there must a video one day, and it too will feature low-budget humour. Now that 'he' has a concept, it is time to go out and observe until people deserving of lyrical praise are discovered. Big up all dem nekkid mumz.