Mito (水戸市, Mito-shi?) is the capital of Ibaraki Prefecture, Japan and has a central location, moderately offset towards the coast in that prefecture. As of 2005, the city has an estimated population of 263,748 and a total area is 217.45 km², giving a population density of 1,212.91 persons per km². Mito nattō is the city's culinary specialty and is well-known across Japan.
Mito is the site of the Japanese garden Kairaku-en, located near Senba lake and counted as one of the Three Great Gardens of Japan. Constructed by Tokugawa Nariaki in 1842, the park is known nationwide for its ume trees. Many people come to the park in spring to view the blossoms, particularly during the Ume Festival. In summer, Mito also holds the Mito Koumon Festival.
Mito was the seat of the so-called Mito School, a congregation of nativist scholars of Confucian persuasion led by Aizawa Seishisai, who during the 18th and 19th centuries advocated Western learning as a means not only to further Japanese technological development and international strength, but as means to prove Japanese uniqueness and superiority among nations. The Kōdōkan was the largest of the han schools.
Julian Opie (born 1958) is a visual artist, and one of the New British Sculpture movement.
Born in London, Opie was raised in Oxford, where he attended the Dragon School and Magdalen College School. He attended Goldsmith's School of Art in London from 1979-82. He then attended Chelsea College of Art and became a teacher.
In his portraiture, the human face is sometimes characterised by black outlines with flat areas of colour, and minimalised detail, to the extent that an eye can become just the black circle of the pupil, and sometimes a head is represented by a circle with a space where the neck would be, Opie tries to portray someone's personality in as little detail as possible.
Opie uses computers in art for other works. His Imagine you are... series, demonstrated how activities such as driving, walking and climbing could be represented by simple reductions. In addition, Opie uses sculpture and light installations to present items of everyday life.
Opie also implements computer technology by cutting out the outlines and coloured shapes, sometimes on vinyl, as in large display banners at Tate Britain. Opie is a former trustee of the Tate Gallery and exhibits with Lisson Gallery and Alan Cristea Gallery in London, England. His studio and workshop is based in Shoreditch, London. He was also the subject of a book by Mary Horlock published by Tate Publishing as part of their Contemporary Artist series.
The monkey speaks his mind
Three monkey sat on a coconut tree
Discussing things has they are said to be
Said one to the other, now listen you two
There is a certain rumour that cant be true
That man descended from our noble race
The very idea is a big disgrace
No monkey ever deserted his wife
Nor her baby and ruin her life
Yeah..the monkey speaks his mind
And you never known a mother monk
To leave her baby causing it to plunk
Nor pass them on one to another
Till they scarcely knew who was their mother
Yeah...the monkey speaks his mind
And another thing you will never see
A monkey build a fence around a coconut tree
And let all the coconuts go to waist
Forbidding all other monkeys to come and taste
Now if I build a fence around this tree
Starvation will cause you to steal from me
Yeah..the monkey speaks his mind
Here is another thing a monkey wont do
Go out at night and get on a stew
Or use a gun a club or a knife
To take another monkey's life
Yes man descended the worthless bum
But my god brothers from us he did not come
GOD IS A SHIZOPHRENIC
talkin dis
talkin dat
everyone tryin tojustify where there at
me u
u me
all of us tryin to be free
now the clock says its time
tic toc tic
god is a shizophrenic
today u do dis
tomorrow u do dat
god and devil
both in u
everything been done
comin from who
mornin and nite
woman and man
rich and poor tryin to be one
wonderin what is sin
time steps in
tic toc tic
god is a shizophrenic
check dis out without a doubt
today tings are bad
tomorrow u are sad
goin through many changes in a very short time
poverty is still linked with crime
now the clock moves again
who's to answer who's to blame
tic toc tic
god is a shizophrenic
now all u religious people out there
i know u might not like what u hear
god in the sky com down to die
god in the sky a universal lie
u out there sayin dis sayin dat
still dont know just where its at
rich and poor
the clock moves again
tic toc tic
dis poem
shall speak of the wretched sea
that washed ships to these shores
of mothers cryin for their young
swallowed up by the sea
dis poem shall say nothin new
dis poem shall speak of time
time unlimited time undefined
dis poem shall call names
names like lumumba kenyatta nkrumah
hannibal akenaton malcolm garvey
haile selassie
dis poem is vexed about apartheid rascism fascism
the klu klux klan riots in brixton atlanta
jim jones
dis poem is revoltin against 1st world 2nd world
3rd world division man made decision
dis poem is like all the rest
dis poem will not be amongst great literary works
will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts
will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion
dis poem s knives bombs guns blood fire
blazin for freedom
yes dis poem is a drum
ashanti mau mau ibo yoruba nyahbingi warriors
uhuru uhuru
uhuru namibia
uhuru soweto
uhuru afrika
dis poem will not change things
dis poem need to be changed
dis poem is a rebirth of a peopl
arizin awaking understandin
dis poem speak is speakin have spoken
dis poem shall continue even when poets have stopped
writin
dis poem shall survive u me it shall linger in history
in your mind
in time forever
dis poem is time only time will tell
dis poem is still not written
dis poem has no poet
dis poem is just a part of the story
his-story her-story our-story the story still untold
dis poem is now ringin talkin irritatin
makin u want to stop it
but dis poem will not stop
dis poem is long cannot be short
dis poem cannot be tamed cannot be blamed
the story is still not told about dis poem
dis poem is old new
dis poem was copied from the bible your prayer book
playboy magazine the n.y. times readers digest
the c.i.a. files the k.g.b. files
dis poem is no secret
dis poem shall be called boring stupid senseless
dis poem is watchin u tryin to make sense from dis poem
dis poem is messin up your brains
makin u want to stop listenin to dis poem
but u shall not stop listenin to dis poem
u need to know what will be said next in dis poem
dis poem shall disappoint u
because
dis poem is to be continued in your mind in your mind
meanwhile yuh dancin to dis musik
and tryin to figure out these lyrics
meanwhile yuh drinkin and havin fun
WATCH OUT
de revolution a com
betta be a part a de solution
dis mite be di final confrontation
betta awake to dis reality
dis is no time to loose yuh sanity
caussse...
by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com
killin de children in soweato
turnin el salvador inna one big ghetto
dumpin waste on sea and lan
buildin up arsenal of nuclear weapon
opressin de haitians
bombin in iran
troops in afganistan
there mus be
there mus be
a solution... a revolution
by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com
now yuh kill i today
yuh cant kill i tomorrow
today for you... tomorrow your sorrow
revolution for de poor a change mus com
either by de bible or by de gun
a change mus com
a change mus com
by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com
talkin to u leftist and capitalist
food clothes and shelter have no politics
de almighty creator belongs to no religion
ideologies wont bring about a solution
now turn to yuh psalms in de bible
and show me a.k. 47
com meck wi fight oppression
com meck wi fine a solution
com meck wi fight oppression
com meck wi start a revolution
there mus be
there mus be
a solution...a revolution
by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com
in nicaragua
in el salvador
yuh playin hard fi get
but girl a gwey get yuh yet
yuh playin hard fi get
but a dun throw mi net
girl why yuh afi hide
yuh caw si a feel fi yuh inside
de tings wi coulda share
if yuh tell mi dat yuh care
but yuh playin hard fi get
but girl a gwey get yuh yet
yuh playin hard fi get
but a dun throw mi net
meck mi tell yuh a ting
a wah fi be yuh king
and if yuh should be mi queen
mi lov would be pure and clean
wen yuh walk dung de street
lawd mi heart jus skip a beat
girl yuh suh sweet
yuh meck mi body full a heat
yuh playin hard fi get
but girl a gwey get yuh yet
yuh playin hard fi get
but a dun throw mi net
a know is a disgrace
dat a dont have a place
not even a likkle tent
a can afford fi rent
but if yuh should share mi lov
awoulda treat yuh like a dove
suh please com a mi
den yuh woulda si
yuh playin hard fi get
but girl a gwey get yuh yet
yuh playin hard fi get
but a dun throw mi net
yuh know mi heart is really set
suh girl please nuh fret
yuh playin hard fi get
but girl a gwey get yuh yet
tell mi wah fi do
fi prove mi love to yuh
sen mi any weh
yuh know a woulda guh deh
even if a afi wait
yuh lov cah neva late
suh tell mi likkle girl
if a can com in yuh worl
yuh playin hard fi get
but girl a gwey get yuh yet
yuh playin hard fi get
i am a angry young man i'm on de run
yesterday i thief mi fada gun
i'm a angry young man
i'm on de run
a shot a police wid mi fada gun
ask me why
a tell u no lie
a pray years hopin dat dis police would die
as a child a can neva feget
dat face so ugly and sweat
yet a knew de day would com
wen a would have to kill im an run
now mi family will neva si mi again
through these years i have felt much pain
a nite mare all these years
so much pain so much tears
now it happen a long time aguh
right down there in de ghetto
mi mada was sittin aroun de shop counta
wen a man com in an start to beat har
mi fada was away dat day
neva knoo who to run to or wat to say
a stan up deh a neva meck a soun
de man push mi mada to de groun
a could'nt se a ting agen
but a knoo mi mada was feelin pain
wen im lef a hear har cry
a hear har seh "LARD LET ME DIE"
time and time a would hear mi fada seh
dat mi sista was not his . . . and a kne right aweh
dat de day would have to com
wen a would be a young man on de run
now a sit behind dis wall
dis wall suh tall
still hearin mi mada cry
black is the color of my skin
but there is more of me to see within
skins have played many tricks on me
skins yes skins is what they see
but i am made with bones and skin like u
doin hopin for the same things u do
for justice peace and a place on earth
for life existance and what its worth
so stop playin your skin tricks on me
if my skin aint free neither will we be
stop playin your skin tricks i say
tomorrow is a brand new day
for every skin thats here on earth
came to existance through a child's birth
the blood that moulds is always red
life continues even when skin is dead
skin for u
skins for me
when skins are black and in slavery
no skin can truly say its free
so stop playin your skin tricks on me
there is much more of me to see
stop playin that skin trick i say
tomorrow is a brand new day
open your eyes... and be wise
take u awake and realise
life is blood we all possess
blood is where life existance rest
the blood that moulds is always red
life continues even when skin is dead
skin is black
skin is white
we live through the day
we live through the night
skin is black
skin is white
the color of skin... is not the right to might
so stop playin that skin trick on me
there is much more of me to see
stop playin that skin trick i say
Redman redman
Yuh afi fight fi yuh lan
Jus like de days of old
You'll have to be cold and bold
Dont let the witeman tongue fool u
Dont let his paper cool u
With tricks and lies he stole the land
Refuse and resist the witeman plan
Stand on big mountain its your ancestors earth
Land is power without it life has no worth
Stand on big mountain you'll have to be strong
Good must over come the struggle is long
He came to turtle island with fire water in hand
Gave it to the redman
Then stole his land
Gave us a image of indians so wild
The image we got on the screen as a child
Who is to blame who is to blame
I say the image of john wayne
Dont let the witeman tongue fool u
Dont let his paper cool u
Dont let his fire water get u down
Stand up and fight for your piece of ground
Stand on big mountain its your ancestors earth
Land is power without it life has no worth
Stand on big mountain you'll have to be strong
Good must over come the struggle is long
In afrika and asia he went to civilize nations
Yet in the land of liberty and justice he has reservation
On the big screen he played his silly game
Usin the image of john wayne
Robbin and rapin he stole the land
Refuse ahd resist the witeman plan
Dont let the witeman tongue fool u
Dont let his papers cool u
Dont let the ancestors die in vain
U have nothin to loose much to gain
Stand on big mountain its your ancestors earth
Land is power without it life has no worth
Stand on big mountain you'll have to be strong
johnny
mi neva know yuh do dem ting deh to?
wah?
teck yuh nose tun vacuum cleaner
johnny use to satisfy with just smokin
till some foreigner come and say
man you're jokin
a know smokin will get u high
but that still wont make u reach the sky
i'm gonna give u a thing
that will make u sing
and every where u go people will swing
suh johnny stop smoke
im start sniff coke
im teck it fi a joke
drug kulcha takin ova de place
yuh know dis is a damn disgrace
drug kulcha takin ova de place
youth your life is gonna go to waste
Drugs Kulcha (5 Years After) Lyrics on
rasta a smoke herbs before i born
wi eat wi ital food wi life still a gwan
wen johnny sniff and it guh to im head
im eye start pulp im is like a living dead
drug kulcha takin ova de place
yuh know dis is a damn disgrace
drug kulcha takin ova de place
youth your life is gonna go to waste
johnny sniff and sniff
forget about de spliff
said he felt good
just like a singer should
so he pass it to his friend
another fool agen
drug kulcha takin ova de place
yuh know dis is a damn disgrace
drug kulcha takin ova de place
youth your life is gonna go to waste
now pleasure is afreedom song
wat makes one man rise makes another go down
so get high on life
even your wife
dont let de fame
go to your brain
make u insane
a say move de cocaine
drug kulcha takin ova de place
yuh know dis is a damn disgrace
drug kulcha takin ova de place
youth your life is gonna go to waste