Let's workshop this song that highlights the cyclical nature of life in Beacon NY, where even those who leave are drawn back to familiar patterns, often fraught with dysfunction and struggle.
Beacon Speaks
<Chorus 1>
Beacon speaks even through we who made it out on top:
bad teeth, self-doubt, slang, even our bop.
Job committees find us off, some je-ne-sais-quoi.
Select us? When at fiends yo we used to throw rocks?
<Istvan Verse>
Even ghetto geniuses who leave get sucked back
The chicks we drawn to are ones like home: hoodrats
black preggos yanking weave out on the tarmac
acrylic-nail scratch out their shirts breasts flap
their breast tat moms got their back in combat
habitat of Similac brats getting slapped
Eye rolling I-Hop fats who rock Baby Phat
Blunt rolling alley cats who crave Andy Capps
All those smacks in the sack they should be handicap
Soon as child support comes they say they'll pay you dat
And yet you catch they ass crackin 40 Miller drafts
Ask who ransacked your stash and they throw a glass
Fucking maniacs, hair-hatted with contacts
suspended license from a crash still they driving fast
and they drive around in fact back donut ever flat
Getting gas the same place they get their checks cashed
<Chorus 2>
Beacon speaks even through we who gave up our pot:
teary eyes, rage-outs, fear, even our cocks.
All the pretties find us off, some je-ne-sais-quoi.
Embrace us? When as teens yo we sniffed blow with pops?
<Aly-Al verse>
Dad n' I, once obsessive over futile act--
chased highs, chipped small peices off crack
dad had knack for hijacking last blast
to get back I'd hijack his newport packs
dad packed glass pipe, pliars, to handle
crack rocks, wack blow, cheap booze, with fam, yo
25 years passed - addict's my craft,
Nose out smack fast - bird dog trailing path
dope stashed in ass, cavity search? cops quick to pass,
Long sleeves summer heat hide those tracks
yet the fact is I still shoot in neck...
Dust blunt to face, come down, i'm a wreck
under bridge bardering stolen shit for meth
cold turkey'd 36 hours, felt like death
one line, one time, try to quit, back in step
detox, 30 days, but 30 seconds out the gate...
<Chorus 3>
Beacon speaks even through we who think we know a lot:
crooked grills, distrust, dress, even jump shots.
All these cities find us off, some je-ne-sais-quoi.
Welcome us? When with bums we sipped 40s on blocks?
<Space Jesus Verse>
<Chorus 4>
Beacon speaks even through we who read Allan Watts:
drug abuse, con ways, stress, even our ox.
All these hippies find us off, some je-ne-sais-quoi.
Hang with us? When as kids we swung Duracell socks?
<Cride Verse>
Beacon speaks through my technics and a diamond tip stylus.
You can see the city of Beacon right through my iris.
Sony boom box. Mix tapes king Cyrus.
Sick when it meant good. Not the Corona virus.
I was just a kid and all i did was listen.
Visioned fellow musicians and smelt izm intermissions.
Hi hat, Kick, Snare.
Goose bumps, Thick hair.
Tuned in, Big stare.
DMU dig there.
Cross fade across the bridge.
Getting blazed of course we did.
Tree city NY. Not a tea party Boston kid.
Memories of DND, Slices up in TNT.
Now I'm sitting home slicing samples on the MPC.
Take me. To another Place Tennessee.
Dire Straits I want my MTV.
From the hills to the valleys to the top of the peak.
To the block.
Non stop hip hop Beacon speaks.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)
In the song "Beacon Speaks," M. A. Istvan Jr. and collaborators explore the enduring influence of Beacon, a city in New York's Hudson Valley, on its former residents. Through various voices and perspectives, the poem captures the complexities of identity, memory, and the struggle to rise above one's origins while still being inevitably shaped by them. The chorus sections emphasize the lasting impact of Beacon's culture and environment on those who have left, while the verses delve into personal experiences and the gritty realities of life in and around Beacon.
The poem opens with a chorus that sets the stage for the exploration of Beacon's influence, noting how even those who have "made it out on top" carry traces of their past: "bad teeth, self-doubt, slang, even our bop." This establishes a theme of inescapable heritage, where one's origins continue to speak through their current selves, often in ways that are subtly discernible to others.
Istvan's verse delves into the specific social dynamics and characters of Beacon, painting a vivid picture of life in the city. He describes the allure of "hoodrats" and the chaotic scenes of black preggos, acrylic-nail scratches, and blunt-rolling alley cats. This verse highlights the cyclical nature of life in Beacon, where even those who leave are drawn back to familiar environments and relationships, often fraught with dysfunction and struggle. The scene is raw, filled with blunt-rolling alley cats and Baby Phat-wearing women. The struggle is palpable—child support dodges, cracked 40 Miller drafts, and chaotic confrontations. These characters are deeply entrenched in a cycle that seems impossible to break, highlighting the relentless grip of their environment.
The second chorus shifts the focus to those who have given up certain vices but still carry emotional and psychological scars: "teary eyes, rage-outs, fear, even our cocks." This section underscores the pervasive sense of incompleteness and the lingering effects of past behaviors and experiences.
Aly-Al's verse provides a deeply personal account of addiction, portraying a life dominated by the pursuit of drugs and the consequential spiral into deeper dependency. The narrative is one of relentless pursuit and inevitable relapse, despite attempts at recovery. The verse is a raw depiction of the challenges faced by those trying to escape the cycle of addiction, with Aly-Al highlighting the paradox of temporary escape through substance abuse and the perpetual return to the same destructive patterns. The father-son dynamic is fraught with chasing highs and petty theft, with crack and cheap booze as their companions. The passage of time shows a craft honed in addiction, hiding tracks in the summer heat, and the relentless cycle of relapse and detox. The vivid imagery of bartering stolen goods under a bridge and the constant battle with sobriety underscores the inescapable nature of addiction.
The third chorus extends the theme of being perceived as "off" by others due to past behaviors and associations, this time focusing on the physical and social markers that set former Beacon residents apart: "crooked grills, distrust, dress, even jump shots." The refrain reinforces the idea that the influence of one's origins is pervasive and recognizable, affecting how they are received in new environments.
Space Jesus's verse (missing in this fragment) would likely contribute to the narrative by adding another layer of personal or communal reflection, further enriching the tapestry of voices and experiences.
The fourth chorus addresses those who have sought philosophical or spiritual insights, noting how even such pursuits are colored by their past: "drug abuse, con ways, stress, even our ox." This section suggests that no matter how far one moves intellectually or spiritually, the influence of one's background persists.
Cride's verse wraps up the poem with a nostalgic look at Beacon through the lens of music and personal memories. He recalls listening to mixtapes, smoking weed, and engaging in the local music scene. This verse emphasizes the deep, lasting impact of Beacon on his artistic identity and personal history, showing how the city's cultural elements continue to shape his creative expressions.
Overall, "Beacon Speaks" is a powerful exploration of the inescapable influence of one's origins. It captures the enduring mark of a place on its people, illustrating how past environments and experiences continue to shape identities and perceptions. Through vivid imagery and personal narratives, the poem delves into themes of identity, struggle, and the complex relationship between one's past and present.
M. A. Istvan Jr., Beacon Speaks, poem, identity, struggle, Beacon NY, addiction, personal narrative, cultural influence, memory, community, past and present, literary exploration, social dynamics, lyrical poetry, urban life, Hudson Valley.
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In the song "Beacon Speaks," M. A. Istvan Jr. and collaborators explore the enduring influence of Beacon, a city in New York's Hudson Valley, on its former residents. Through various voices and perspectives, the poem captures the complexities of identity, memory, and the struggle to rise above one's origins while still being inevitably shaped by them. The chorus sections emphasize the lasting impact of Beacon's culture and environment on those who have left, while the verses delve into personal experiences and the gritty realities of life in and around Beacon.
The poem opens with a chorus that sets the stage for the exploration of Beacon's influence, noting how even those who have "made it out on top" carry traces of their past: "bad teeth, self-doubt, slang, even our bop." This establishes a theme of inescapable heritage, where one's origins continue to speak through their current selves, often in ways that are subtly discernible to others.
Istvan's verse delves into the specific social dynamics and characters of Beacon, painting a vivid picture of life in the city. He describes the allure of "hoodrats" and the chaotic scenes of black preggos, acrylic-nail scratches, and blunt-rolling alley cats. This verse highlights the cyclical nature of life in Beacon, where even those who leave are drawn back to familiar environments and relationships, often fraught with dysfunction and struggle. The scene is raw, filled with blunt-rolling alley cats and Baby Phat-wearing women. The struggle is palpable—child support dodges, cracked 40 Miller drafts, and chaotic confrontations. These characters are deeply entrenched in a cycle that seems impossible to break, highlighting the relentless grip of their environment.
The second chorus shifts the focus to those who have given up certain vices but still carry emotional and psychological scars: "teary eyes, rage-outs, fear, even our cocks." This section underscores the pervasive sense of incompleteness and the lingering effects of past behaviors and experiences.
Aly-Al's verse provides a deeply personal account of addiction, portraying a life dominated by the pursuit of drugs and the consequential spiral into deeper dependency. The narrative is one of relentless pursuit and inevitable relapse, despite attempts at recovery. The verse is a raw depiction of the challenges faced by those trying to escape the cycle of addiction, with Aly-Al highlighting the paradox of temporary escape through substance abuse and the perpetual return to the same destructive patterns. The father-son dynamic is fraught with chasing highs and petty theft, with crack and cheap booze as their companions. The passage of time shows a craft honed in addiction, hiding tracks in the summer heat, and the relentless cycle of relapse and detox. The vivid imagery of bartering stolen goods under a bridge and the constant battle with sobriety underscores the inescapable nature of addiction.
The third chorus extends the theme of being perceived as "off" by others due to past behaviors and associations, this time focusing on the physical and social markers that set former Beacon residents apart: "crooked grills, distrust, dress, even jump shots." The refrain reinforces the idea that the influence of one's origins is pervasive and recognizable, affecting how they are received in new environments.
Space Jesus's verse (missing in this fragment) would likely contribute to the narrative by adding another layer of personal or communal reflection, further enriching the tapestry of voices and experiences.
The fourth chorus addresses those who have sought philosophical or spiritual insights, noting how even such pursuits are colored by their past: "drug abuse, con ways, stress, even our ox." This section suggests that no matter how far one moves intellectually or spiritually, the influence of one's background persists.
Cride's verse wraps up the poem with a nostalgic look at Beacon through the lens of music and personal memories. He recalls listening to mixtapes, smoking weed, and engaging in the local music scene. This verse emphasizes the deep, lasting impact of Beacon on his artistic identity and personal history, showing how the city's cultural elements continue to shape his creative expressions.
Overall, "Beacon Speaks" is a powerful exploration of the inescapable influence of one's origins. It captures the enduring mark of a place on its people, illustrating how past environments and experiences continue to shape identities and perceptions. Through vivid imagery and personal narratives, the poem delves into themes of identity, struggle, and the complex relationship between one's past and present.
M. A. Istvan Jr., Beacon Speaks, poem, identity, struggle, Beacon NY, addiction, personal narrative, cultural influence, memory, community, past and present, literary exploration, social dynamics, lyrical poetry, urban life, Hudson Valley.