Song: The Manifesto
Artist: Rationale aka James Crawford
Album: Metaphysiks
Year: 2003

(verse one)
I strolled the Halls of Pharaohs, in a cotton robe/
With bracelets of gold and hemp sandals with woven soles/
Resolving a libretto that was sacred and it stated/
The complicated simple the basic abbreviated/
Never mind the afflatus, I observed the vivid language/
Time was insignificant as I was turning pages/
Sitting in the midst's of monuments and hieroglyphics/
Ideas seethed from reading these accounts depicted/
I was having epiphanies from this written symphony/
The essence of architectural beauty and symmetry/
Sitting of the Nile with stylus and papyrus/
Graphic elaborate schematics of poetic labyrinths/
Esoteric, but still graphic in detail/
Like bed tales of champagne and scantily clad females/
That night I dreamt of foreign surroundings/
The contact was shallow, but the understanding was astounding/
The deft, adept breadth and depth of intellects/
In codex, as an arcane apex of text/
As I read I witnessed the construction of the Colossus/
Philosophers speaking profoundly at the Acropolis/
I perused further as the author traveled on/
And gave in grand description the Gardens of Babylon/
The Pharos of Alexandria, the Mausoleum/
At Halicarnassus, and the Roman Coliseum/
It was arresting and thorough the way I'd see 'em/
My cognizance of the wonders of the ancient world was ever deepened/
I was teemin with ideas, still I remained docile/
As the words shifted to the works of Aristotle/
I shared Erastosthenes troubling views/
Of defining the process involved with doubling cubes/
The I become devoted studying solemnly/
The amusing properties of Archimedean geometry/
Hypotheses of moving the earth with a giant lever/
Outrageous war machines, however, splendidly clever/
The experience left an imprint that was intense/
Possessed, pursuin knowledge with a passionate intent/
Information swelled and stirred in my cranium/
From the shores of the Aegean across the Mediterranean/
Many accomplishments greatened heightened my astonishment/
And inspired me to construct a monolith/
Art to me goes beyond merely what you like/
It challenges you in every aspect of your life/
Therefore, it's an aperture to the depths of your being/
So contend with who you, and learn from what you're seeing/
And perhaps you'll discover your life's meaning and purpose/
And can walk the earth without feeling cursed and worthless/
And so I set forth with a builders frame of mind/
Intending for my object to endure the reign of time/
Notice that wood rots, eventually stone erodes/
Tapestries decay and fray, and even metal corrodes/
So what I contrive, must be fortified in archives/
And kept alive as time elapses by/
An epigram that would surely rival Homer's odyssey/
And still be relevant like Nostradamus' prophecy/
It must be practical to be useful, but keep in mind/
So called useless things just aren't practical at the time/
Then I recalled the desert sun brazing my flesh/
Because of how engrossed I was with that mystic idiolect/
Nonetheless it was pivotal/
Because it went beyond my physical gracing the substance of my spiritual/
Finally it occurred, my offering to the masses/
To touch all races, creeds, castes, and social classes/
And I grasped it, with moderate prose composed it/
Practiced it, I mastered it, and then I spoke it/
From Athens to Alexandria, Eden to Gibraltar/
I instructed on marble altars without falter/
The Egyptian morning roused me in a moment/
I grabbed a pencil and wrote this when I had awoken, Rationale has spoken