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Plague: "pt.1 (Evilution:Unholy Ghosts)" (including memoirs)

1/30/2014

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Artist(s):  Jeremiah Dirt 
Song:  pt.1 (Evilution:Unholy Ghosts) 
Word Count: 354
Produced: Fingaz 
Recorded: Area 12 
Album: Plague (Rescue rec. 1999)  
Dirts favorite Line(s): ‘the affliction is coming and I can feel it’, ‘restore us to yourself so that we may return’

Lyrics & Memories: Evilution

            Back around ’94 through ‘’97, I was associated with a crew called ‘Quest 4 Souls’. There were 8 of us in all. I ended up being close to all of them in different ways. But one of them in particular became a unique friend. His name was Bju and he was a native of Trinidad Island. Before I met him I had branched out from my first musical love, hiphop, and started to absorb myself into reggae and its rich culture. Since Bju was from the Caribbean I was immediately attracted to him. And since I was very well versed on Jamaican music, culture and history he, likewise, was drawn to me. We became good friends because of our shared love for the Islands.

Bju had a strong addiction to marijuana. Almost daily he would partake in the aesthetic pleasure of inhaling the weed. Although I did not share his habit we were still cool. His moms would be at work and he would burn it, while I sat their playing Nintendo or cooking top ramen. I was never really a judgmental person. Live and let live. So I let Bju live. But we’d often get into disputes about it. Not because I wanted him to stop. He had to make his own decisions and stick to his own commitments. The reason I would get upset at times, though, is because he wanted to stop. He was always complaining about how he wished he had enough discipline to quite. So I would tell him that he had to make a choice and commit to it. He would reply with some ‘easier said than done’ remark. And it would roll around the pit from there.

I was his friend. I believed in him. But it was his rollercoaster ride. He would try his hardest to quite. It would last a short time, and then the levy would break and the temptation would rush him again.

            I remember that there was one time where he seemed to be setting a personal record. Every day I would ask him, “what up?”.

And he would say, “Naw man, I didn’t light any today”.

And so it went day after day. From an ‘every other day’ habit to almost 3 months!

Well one night I was chillin at the crib doing whatever. And outta no where Bju admits to me that he had been lying about not smoking. We had been friends for close to 2 years and although we were punks to eachother at times, we had never been dishonest with one another. He told me that I seemed so proud of him as the days went by that he just kept telling me that he was clean. I knew Bju enough to know that he had very few people ‘proud’ of him in his life. Everything was cool. We were still friends after that and life went on.

But that night, after I gave him dap and bounced out the door, something kept me on the porch of his house. I was sad for Bju. I had pity. To watch a friend struggle so hard with any issue, in such a drastic way, for such a long time gets to be harsh even for the spectators.

So for the next hour and a half I sat under his dim porch light, unbeknownst to him, and wrote the EVILUTION song. In actuality I pretty much plagiarized it from the book of Lamentations in scripture. Bju’s war made me think of a tormented person spiritually crying out for strength. Crying made me think of lamenting. And that directed me towards the book. So I pulled out this dope little pocket bible I had and my notebook and started reading and writing. The book was so thick with imagery that all I had to do was find the rhymes.

In the song I wanted to mimic not the conflict of an inner war, but the times in which you feel like all is hopeless. Like the enemy has the upper hand. Because to Bju it was hopeless. He gave the enemy too much credit and gave up fighting too much.

The track, on the album, was produced by Tim (Sir Roc) from ‘Sackcloth Fashions’. Tim doesn’t ever believe me. But out of all the songs on the PLAGUE album, his soundscape for this one is the closest to what I heard in my head when writing it. It was one of the ones recorded in Hollywood and then mixed down in San Diego.

I always wanted to perform this one live but have actually never done it. I couldn’t really say why. I was just convinced early on that people at a live show would probably not like hearin such a moody song and I bought into that lie.

Pt.1 (EVILUTION: UNHOLY GHOSTS)

NOT  EVIL  FLESH  AND  BLOOD  BUT  EVIL  PRINCIPALITIES
THEY  TRIED  TO  DECEIVE  ME
SPOKE  SOFT  LIES  SINCE  MY  MOTHER  CONCEIVED  ME
I  PUT  MY  EAR  TO  THE  GROUND  AND  TRIED  TO  LISTEN  FOR  THE  TRAPS
THEY COMIN'  2,000  MEN  ON  HORSEBACK
THEY  BRINGIN'  FORTH  THE  WAR  OF  MY  ARMAGEDDON
SEEKING  FOR  SOMEONE  TO  DEVOUR  LIKE  A  HUNGRY  LION
THEY'RE  THROWIN'  CURIOSITY  AT  MY  BRAIN
USING  TECHNIQUES  OF  TORTURE,  THAT  ARE  JUST  NOT  HUMANE
BARRING  MY  WAY WITH  BLOCKS  OF  STONE (Lamentations  3:9 )-ENTICING  ME
MUD  WAS  PLACED  UPON  MY  EYES  AND  WHEN  IT  DRIED  I  COULDN'T  SEE
THE  AFFLICTION  IS  COMING  AND  I  CAN  FEEL  IT (lamentations  3:1)
ATTEMPTS  WERE  MADE  TO  END  MY  LIFE  IN  THE  BOTTOM  OF  A  PIT  (Lamentations  3:33)
HANDS  WERE  PLACED  OVER  MY  MOUTH  SO  MY  LAMENTATIONS  COULD  NOT  REACH  THE  EARS  OF  THE  MOST  HIGH
THEY  SAID  THAT  MY  SOUL  MUST  DIE
AND  WHEN  I  ASKED  WHY.....
THEY  REVEALED  THERE  PLAN  FOR  THIS  AND  EVERY  GENERATION
MANUFACTURE  SEEDS  OF  WICKED  AND  PLANT  THEM  IN  ALL  GARDENS
CONCEPTS  OF  IMMORALITY  HAVE  PERMEATED  MY  HEAD
MY  FLESH  REBELS  AND CHOOSES  THE  PATH  OF  THE  DEAD
THE  GATES  OF  THE  CITY  SINK  INTO  THE  EARTH  (Lamentations  2:9)
THE  BONES  WITHIN  MY  FLESH  BREAK  AS  SIN  IS  GIVEN  BIRTH  (Lamentations  3:4)
A  NATION  OF  PAGANS  ENTER  THE  SANCTUARY
THOSE  THAT  WERE  FORBIDDEN  ARE  NOW  MEMBERS  OF  THE  ASSEMBLY  (Lamentations  1:10)
THE  COMMUNITY  IS  STUNTED  BY  EVIL  INTENTIONS 
AND  THE  PROPHETS  OF  THE  LORD  ARE  NO  LONGER  RECEIVING  VISIONS  (Lamentations  2:9)
FINE  GOLD  HAS  BECOME  DULL,  THE  SACRED  GEMS  HAVE  BEEN  SCATTERED  ( Lamentations  4:1)
ON  THE  CLOTHES  OF  THE  UNRIGHTEOUS  INNOCENT  RIGHTEOUS  BLOOD  IS  SPLATTERED  (Lamentations  4:13)
THOSE  WHO  ONCE  ATE  FINE  FOODS  ARE  DESTITUTE  IN  THE  STREETS  (Lamentations  4:5)
ALL  THIS  IS  GOING  DOWN   'CUASE  OF  THE  INIQUITIES  OF  THE  PRIESTS  (Lamentations  4:13)
UNTAINTED  BABIES  ARE  ABORTED
SINS  ARE  IMPORTED  AND  EXPORTED
TRANSMISSIONS  FROM  ON  HIGH  HAVE  BEEN  DISTORTED
"RESTORE  US  TO  YOURSELF,  SO  THAT  WE  MAY  RETURN"
(Lamentations  5:21)
THIS  ECHOES  IN  MY  HEAD  AS  THE  FOUNDATIONS  BURN...................
...................MY  MIND  BLURS,  TRANSGRESSION  MATURES
UNHOLY  GHOSTS  TO  MY  RIGHT,  UNHOLY  GHOSTS  TO  MY  LEFT
LEADING  ME  DOWN  A  HALLWAY TO  THE  MORAL  LAW  OF  DEATH
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