Rhythmry Lyrics: Henry Biggs Music: Henry Biggs and Mylene Farmer I don't rhyme on time cuz that's just nickel and dime elementary simplicity wasn't meant to be for me see I'm about rhythmry I dance the street off-beat bang out a Coltrain cross-grain chain in off-beat syncopation tempo redone on the run son that's my style of rock and soul cold bold scratched creole's the goal so just roll reel and feel the beat heat you up no stopping my free form yo I scorn the norm just a storm born of techno hop hop hip doped lipmanship a stripped down jam damn! slam and jump pump those bass and drums Cuz here I come chump This line is mine throwing down off-off-time off- rhyme a groove now move prove you're smooth keep my step yep get busy slingin rhymes so fast you get dizzy hit and rip faster than a whip tip now funk my rhythmry REFRAIN: rhythmry can you keep with me rhythmry (x4) Down tall buildings with a single off sinc can't think blink your eyes and surprise I fly right by cuz my game's insane inhumane a flame burnin down the house can't douse this out, boooyscout uh uh cuz I got too hot, I gallop non-stop this thump and pop is a shot of stomp, a boom that fills the room an intense cadence counter-accents experience an off-stressness, yes let body flex and sex my complex break-neck text'll work your twinkies so no weak knees please come on and just run go, flow to this show yo know I rap rococo bring my thing on counterswing, suh its-a-evil arrythmia comin on a hip hop hop to ya, uhhuh brothuh it's REFRAIN One more time-I'm-on my off-rhyme beat crimes feeling rhythmly sexy crazy, girls beg me to funk in rhythmry meter wacked ecstasy agree it's rapture, damn sure, captured girls just purr pleasure that has no measure grrrrrrrrr the tiger of-love, off-swing rhythuming I bring makes 'em sing fly on wings bells ring ding-a-ling my meter's drunk, punk off-drum funky, strictly slick rhythmicity slapped silly beat so sweet bass thumps you bump those tight rumps to this noise from hell a bombshell dropped pell mell a voodoo spell, no status quo but an inferno you don't know can't guess my finesse you jes lost tossed like shake and bake at break-neck speed a blast of fast a streak of rhythmry REFRAIN x 3

The Idea. . . EARNEST, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, … stupendous Evening strains to be tíme’s vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night. Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stárs principal, overbend us, Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth ' her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, astray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ín self steedèd and páshed—qúite Disremembering, dísmémbering ' áll now. Heart, you round me right. -Gerard Manley "Hip" Hopkins, from Spelt from Sibyl's Leaves Explanation: Gerard Manley Hopkins is known as the discoverer of sprung rhythm, which rejects the classical poetry style of a rhyming couplet and sturctured stresses. Instead, it imitates the rhythm of natural speech based on stresses and internal rhyme. Headmess uses internal rhyme and tries to rhyme within each line for as long as possible, thus the title Rhythmry. Try to find his longest stretch of rhyme! Confused? Click here to send in questions.