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1. |
Depth Perception
00:29
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How far does this stairway go? Heyahhhhhhh________
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2. |
GHOST
02:06
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We are cast like sunlight upon the Earth
My son been shinin’ since birth, that’s my word
I got roots ’n wings, ’n I’m stuck in between
Earth ’n heaven without a working weapon
My inner piece fires off every night just past seven
Used to kick it with rich kids gone ballistic off disco biscuits
Plus sad misfits with quick fists goin’ apeshit
Cooled down, the route outta town - we must’ve missed it
Now we trapped in the night’s thickness
Ain’t it delicious my precious? (actually I feel a little reckless)
People always say that my mind's on fire
Man, I’m spitting like some drunk in a midnight choir
I’m aimin’ from the hip and I’m ready to fire
I got a gunpowder heart wrapped in frayed speaker wire
Yo
I’m contorted, distorted and dusty
I’m Salman Rushdie with my veins all rusty
I’m shakin’ my fist at the sky above me
And that, my friends, is when the hornet stung me
This town’s all rock no roll, something’s changed
Might be the drugs, might be the hunger pangs
Either way, I was wondering if you might have some pocket change
Tryin’ to get that Jesus world peace ’n make prophet gains
Used to air drum on bar tops to keep the pulse
And he got weak results - had to smoke the demons out
Move so stealth he can’t even see himself
Smoke so dense, it’s like a ghost in the lens
Knew a couple Medusas but they gettin’ stoned now
Push a narcissus in the pond and use him as a stepping stone
Wow!
[In the dream, you are falling. Lost in the listening distance, as dark locks in. AHHHHHH!]
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3. |
Little Do They Know
02:57
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(oh, yo, yo, yo)
(Moon, baby)
Bad at life, good at rappin’
O captain, my captain
Not trying be a dead poet, draped in silk & satin
Ask ‘em where the racks went, homie just says the cash spent
It’s commerce, I guess, I hit ‘em with a raw verse n’ they bring me the cheque
Guess you could say I got fresh breath - YES
Push the culture like Pericles, shift the paradigm, invert polarities - my therapy
Readin’ stone tablets by match light, spark the cannon blasts right
Digital dreams, tap digital screens, drummin’ rhythm of fast life
Gene Krupa wannabes actin’ stupid, I’m just not carin’
I’ll be over here preparin’ for war, blarin’ Gil Scott-Heron and Thurston Moore
Smokin’ hash in winter, chop it up - Master Splinter
Reduce it to ash and cinder, then pop in the Thai spot n’ have some dinner
Don’t need much, a hand to hold, some skin to touch, a rolled up dutch
Fired up like Yosemite Sam in the family van, I’m feelin’ clutch
You lookin’ Raggedy Ann, pull on one string and undo your whole plan
Achilles heel with a Milli Vanilli feel
I’m on that surreal, lay back n’ just chill
Studyin’ Blue Flowers, put in booth hours, f’real.
Move through the cold city, build cathedrals out of debris
The invisible man, you can’t see me
Move through the cold city, build cathedrals out of debris
The invisible man, you can’t see me
Move through the cold city, build cathedrals out of debris
The invisible man, you can’t see me
Move through the cold city, build cathedrals out of debris
The invisible man, you can’t see me
Sunday morning comin’ down, listenin’ to “Sunday Morning Coming Down”
The blondie hash go good with the Johnny Cash - a lovely sound
How could I make pop tunes, man? I grew up in a hippie commune, damn!
Studyin’ words, crumblin’ ‘erb, an outkast named Max Moon
If you expect anything else, you can buy that shit off the shelf
Over the counter, but that was always counter to how I felt about it myself
Moon raps is like a homemade boom-bap hand grenade
Got that ladies droolin’, movin’ like a slow cruisin’ tank brigade
Or at least it feels that way, until the day that we got bills to pay
Real life cuts like a steel knife like the old song used to say
My cup runneth over but the hangover’s fierce today
Guess I’ll bang over beats ‘til the self defeat slips away
Now I’m flyin’ down Highway 17 with a dollar and a dream
I ain’t trying to get the toll route, I’m tryna roll out clean
Move onto another scene for the time being, like an editor
On the cutting room floor with a razor blade and some gasoline
Move through the cold city, build cathedrals out of debris
The invisible man, you can’t see me
Move through the cold city, build cathedrals out of debris
The invisible man, you can’t see me (nah)
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4. |
Someday
01:17
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5. |
Next Time
02:31
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He’s at the checkout with a 40 oz ’n some bacon
Thinkin’ next time he might get a fair shake ’n a better deal
Next time he might have enough dough for a better meal
But for now it’s this, next time it’ll be that
Might’a said that a couple times before ’n the time before that
Never had no lessons, shit, can’t expect a perfect dance
But that’s the way it go out here, man - circumstance
Bound to stumble ’n slip a bit, shit
Next time it’ll be a lot, but for now it’s a little bit
Next time he leave the city, man, it’s gonna be great
Gonna hit up all the spots where we used to commiserate
Won’t be quite as good as the last time, back in the day
But that was then, this is now ’n today is today
And today he’s over here smokin’ on the last of his weed
But next time is gonna be a helluva time, man, wait and see
Next time
Gonna have all that shit
Next time
Gonna be rollin’ in it
Next time
Gonna get my due
Next time
Soon as the connect come through
Last time was a bust, next time I’m gonna tear shit up
Right now? Huh, well right now, ya know
Try to make the transition but don’t know how
Clutch the Lowenbrau like it’s a potion now
Next time’ll be sweet, he don’t pay no emotion now
He said, “Last time she was with me
I’d love it if she was with me when it gets pretty
But tonight let’s get shitty
Fuck it, what’s another night in the city
I carry this knife with me
‘Cuz last time they jumped me uptown ’n took my jewelry
Worth shit to the world, but it was worth the world to me
Next time I see dude around, he’s gon’ know it’s me
That time was tragic, this time gonna be magic
Fucking poetry! I’ve had it
It’s true I’ve crashed landed
Just lemme get some shit handled
I’m under the weather, I’ll be better, we’ll be rollin’ n cheddar n’ pleasurin’ each other forever
Next time”
Next time
We gonna get over
Next time
If I can maintain the focus
Next time
It’s gonna work out in the end
Next time
Just gotta do a little favour for a friend first
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6. |
In the Air
01:39
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Think of you…
Warmth emanates - a sip of brandy on a day that is all faded grey and soggy cardboard
The steam from a hot coffee at crisp dawn, the world covered in bedsheets of snow
That sorta feeling
The heat of your self permeates my chest and slowly extends to my extremities, like a cold house being heated for the first time in months.
So with radiators blaring, a transmission -
A message of thanks and praise and moments
Moments when your essence stops me dead in my tracks, somewhere in the circus of my mind
I stop, and I smile, and breathe
Moments where I am an animal - we are animals - taunting and teasing to feast on each other
Moments I lay melted on a mattress still high from the opium of your thighs or just even the memory
Moments of wondering, wandering, wonderment; wanting nothing but your presence - Honesty like they don’t teach you in school
These moments are memories I keep
They help me stay bright
They help me feel alive
And I’m grateful
And through the speaker a smokey voice sings: “Just set aside your fears of life
With the sole desire…”
And I’m floating
Like Joni said, “I could drink a whole case of you,” it’s true
And a slice of your mind sounds divine
Mostly I want you to know that your shine is one of a kind
And joy tap dances in your shadow when you visit my heart
A little duck reminded me today of the cosmic gift of being there for you, as I may be
And as you may need me to be
That I am
This scrawled, human amalgam is a paper plane love letter clumsily tossed in your window to let you know that
I think of you…
ALOT!
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7. |
Rendezvous
02:27
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I emerged on the river bank as she rose to the sky shining
Exhale the smoke cloud with that silver lining
Everything aligning in perfect timing
Shed reptilian skin, human again
Shake off the sensation of a ruinous end
She next to me in ecstasy, I’m feelin’ weightless
A type of energy I can’t explain fillin’ all the open spaces
Fuck your social graces, we out here - Miles Davis
Birth of the coolest, the strangest, comin’ out the hidin’ places
Awaken, no more hibernatin’, get that cold blood circulation
Gyrations that could burn down the fire station
Might be just tonight but it’s required to quench the situation
Salutations and greetings until our next late night meeting
[Then one evening, sitting in the vaulted studio, while the first shadows of night roll together - pools of darkness]
I’m movin’ loosely like water - Bruce Lee
Get on the cracks ’n all the gaps beneath me
Get in a groove and then I move uniquely
Try to keep it smooth but it’s hard to do in these streets
Back roads, alleyways ’n cracked highways
An entire forest chopped ’n stacked sideways
Rocky cliffs in shades of black ’n dark grey
From chemicals that linger in the air from back in the day
Snow plows pushin’ by, low brow aimin’ high
Into a smoke cloud, say goodbye
I guess it’s safe to say
My brains in chains today, in a major way, I’m fadin’ away
I'm duckin’ into alleyways
Clandestine until I rest mines, until I’m in my best mind
Best find yourself on the right side of that trust line
A lil’ untethered but thinkin’ I’ll be ok
Still in the orbit, but feelin’ like I might float away
Yo, still in the orbit but feelin’ like I might float away
Yo, yo, yo, I think I might be okay
Aimin’ high…
[Brutal odds, in a world of foolish gods. Whooaaaaa______]
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8. |
DEAD END$ ft. ShrapKnel
03:00
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[Max Moon]
This plaster ceiling crack, Pompeii volcanic ash
I'm immortalized, on display, frozen in time
But I’m tryin’ to get that motion back
I’m the Iceman, I got that frostbite on both hands
So on tonight’s program, LIVE - a cold night that just won’t end and I be in the wind
Merci mademoiselle, I loved you well
Another victim of the tales we never tell
Our carnal words burn, but our lips just can’t spell
I was feelin' you, readin' your skin like braille
And it left an impression, trivia session, left me guessin’
Moving in a new direction, got a new profession
Every line a surgical intervention, grab the apparatus and get dissectin'
Despite the fact I got no license and no jurisdiction
I’m outta zone, outta range, still got full bars for the transmission - strange
Tryin' to find a lil enclave like I’m castaway
Yappin' at a beach ball, feels like a concrete wall
Tryin' to Bruce Haack away, waste products just blockin' up the door to the passageway
Find me chemically fried, high, 'bout where the eagles fly
Try to push the sky through the needle's eye - request denied
Say goodnight to the bad guy
[PremRock]
Tell it’s dawn by the magpie
Respawned by the magi
Fitful sleeps in the red light
Rest well aside reassuring trad wife
I guess that other strain of sativa don’t always burn cleaner
Grim reaper
Appears at his leisure
Via bookish innkeeper
Shapeshift, lane switch
K Swiss blood stained sneakers
Seek it like true north
Establish perimeter like Lu Dort
Style is malnourished
We exuded food for thought
Student of blackballed schools of thoughts
Rogue rules are taught
Dead weatherman
Kept the jacked white
In the wallet leather n tan
Eddie Vedder couldn’t pen a better man
Yet a far cry
Modern fall guy
Lit up the J-Swift
Life’s a bizarre ride
Seen a lot for being hog tied
That’s the log jam
Off ramp where the dog’s fight
Catch you on the far side
[Curly Castro]
Martinex T’Naga intifada
Hold the bling-bling and ricotta
Do this on the Arm for Nada
Never caper to a copper
When I crush, kill, destroy
Gotta crush Kahleah Copper
Arnie get her to the choppa
Chocolate Mo’s until a Clocker
Calls you Moolie Scientific
Blaze an Abdelnaby Alaa
Lost the Killa tape to Allah
Using Blaze a 50 Accas
Wishing Nesta never soccer
Gone too early, still iLL Saga
Final Call was not big Poppa
Webber ashes, (Da)’Mani Dada
Vinyl vandal Boogie Monster
Kicking Honeydips in Gotham
Marlon U.S.S.R missiles geeking
‘Do we have a problem??’
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9. |
The Flaw Machine
03:03
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Slip away down the drain
Got a freight train that’s runnin’ through the centre of my brain
I’m on the supply chain, cruise the bike lane, in the light rain
Don’t work, don’t eat, I work through my sleep
Feed the engines of the night train
Pass by a guy who used to beat on me as a lil’ kid
Pan handlin’ outside the pub door just to get a lil’ hit
He ain’t recognize me and I didn’t say shit
Tight lipped, avoidance techniques, it’s just how we live
Survivalism, modern tribalism, calculated long division
Maneuvers seem a lil’ confusion, like it ain’t really choosin’
Lazily pushed down the river by God’s thumb, how amusing
If ya know ya know, used like a tool in the undertow
Everybody plays the fool, man, that’s the way it go
But I’ll be damned if my kids sleep under a sheet’a ice and a blanket of snow
I’m ragin’ down this regional road, ridin’ shotgun with the ghost of Tom Joad
Lift words from burnt scriptures
Ash and cinder, what we deliver
A heap of prayers for your children
It was written
I’m tryin’ to get to the heart of the matter
Call it what you want, I’m playing with a scalpel at the top of a ladder
A tricky proposition
I’m sippin’ brew at the venue
And I’m watchin’ the people trickle in
Ain’t got no dressing room, posted at the back table
Feel the aura of a man who barely gives a fuck
Restin’ screwface, don’t mean no disrespect
Just ain’t really excited ‘bout much that I’ve seen yet
Used to scream lines at the crowd through the mic
When I realized they couldn’t hear my words I knew it wasn’t right
Over time that type o’ energy just wasn’t me
Like Joni Mitchell stuck in a big yellow taxi
Can’t get outta the backseat but I’ma try to paint my masterpiece
Ain’t no one tryin’ to see that shit unless you serve it to ‘em raw
Now I’m laying on a cot listening to the rain drops through the window at mom n’ pop’s
Guess that’s how it decompose - sometimes you're in a rotten spot
Words from burnt scriptures
Ash and cinder, what we deliver
A heap of prayers for your children
It was written
[The youth of man will never die unless he murders it]
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10. |
Raven
00:28
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How far has the raven flown? How far has the raven flown?
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11. |
The Long Haul
03:46
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This is a world of comings and goings, how can I predict it?
Since a new recruit, sport a skeleton suit, he been a misfit
He was in the trauma unit, really doing it, hanging with the sick kids
And you pretend like you have no clue what the fuck this shit is
Took another slow drive at night straight through the country side
It ain’t much but these are the little things that keep bringing him back to life
Piper at the gates of dawn, respond with the weapons drawn
Shine on, you crazy diamond, but your timing’s kinda wrong
Just a silent pawn on a ride along
Yo, ain't nobody trying to listen to the whinin’ of your sad lil’ siren song
Spent the day out on the land, shovel in hand, tryin’ to understand
Tryin’ to bury some broken dreams ’n plant some seeds among these shattered plans
Flashbacks - didn't even think about it back in those days
Responsibility was an unfamiliar concept, just like old age
Flowers broke the crust, poking up out of the kindergarten
Catching telephone whispers of some kind of cold killer stalking
I’m not a special case
I’m not exempt from the race
Will cross that line in time when I find my place
And figure out the best way to fill this empty space
I’m not a special case
I’m not exempt from the race
Will cross that line in time when I find my place
And figure out the best way to fill this empty space
Ain’t no old growth, it’s all new here
Stunted little trees pushed up over the last 50 years
Somehow that don’t make it feel that much more alive
Just nascent life laying in the shadow of something that died
But it’s where we reside, so we take it in stride
All that aside, I like my trips into the wild like every other night
Since I been a father, I ponder a lot more of what I write
Some older heads yappin’ about everybody rappin’, now they think it’s easy
Motherfucker, it is easy!
Try to give me a two line rhyme that’ll reach me
Transport me
Shake the dust off the cracked tile floors beneath me
If I hadn’t heard those kinds of words, probably would’ve stopped completely
I’m on the ledge ’til I’m dead, dangling feet so freely
Yo, used to be public transit bandits on the route to the hideout, we ride out
‘Bout to turn the night time inside out before we slide out
Catching signals but ain’t even have a cellular back then
Lift my skinny fists like antennae to heaven to catch the message
I’m not a special case
I’m not exempt from the race
Will cross that line in time when I find my place
And figure out the best way to fill this empty space
Yo
I’m not a special case
I’m not exempt from the race
Will cross that line in time when I find my place
And figure out the best way to fill this empty space
Yo, ’n move with grace
I’m not a special case
I’m not exempt from the race
Will cross that line in time when I find my place
And figure out the best way to fill this empty space
And move with grace, move with grace
I’m not a special case
I’m not exempt from the race
Will cross that line in time when I find my place
And figure out the best way to fill this empty space
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12. |
Towards Something
01:14
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13. |
Brown Leaves
02:17
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Brown leaves, an icy fist to the ribs
Got dragged away up to where the miscreants hid
A dark and overgrown corner of the local zone
A castle on the side of Mountain St with a broken throne
Fast forward - a body cut in half by a train
People on the side just giggle in uncomfortable pain
A ridiculous proposition, a riddle, a ludicrous game
A joke - better hope that reincarnation’s real, my man!
‘Cuz when it comes back down, it’ll wear your bones down to sand
Howlin’ at the moon with Russell Jones and Ginsberg
Ghostride the Hindenburg, reveal hidden words
Seen cop cars burn at Spadina and Queen St
Tried to explain that shit but they wouldn’t believe me
And I can see the truth written on the wall in graffiti
In twisted wildstyle letters (nobody else can see)
But that’s me, and you?
What exactly do you do?
On the hill near the heights
Another night
Something ain’t right
Quarantine kids dodged the sickness
Ready for warfare at the block party, this means business
The gravel pit, we the children of it
Indelible ink spilt on the ground as proof that we existed
He just gotta cop one final score outside the Chinese store
Then a spiritual awakening will shake his being to the core
That’s what the old man on the corner had told him once before
Come to think of it, he was leanin’ like a demon
Drank himself to death in the basement of the Legion
Natural resources are leaving, siphoned out the region
Where’s the money, honey?
Someone’s gotta give this offspring its offering
So there’s really no time to think about who’s profiting
But my spirit’s still warm despite it all
Just one more hour then the blanket of night will fall down
Hoping tonight I can sleep beneath it all
On the hill near the heights
Another night
Something ain’t right
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[Max Moon]
Plumes of smoke filter through the leaves of oak trees
Weeded, chiefin’ in the grove wonderin’ what it all means
Oh, here he goes again, his mind is motorin’
He’s posted at the motor-inn, he’ll push that pen ‘til morning’s end
To you it ain’t consequential, to him that task monumental
Existential crisis, nicest with the way he writes it
Kamikaze piloting, spiraling flight risk
Speak with the vice grip tightness despite this, ha!
BLAOW!! Don’t let me get old school
BLAOW!! Don’t let me get old school
BLAOW!! Don’t let me get old school
BLAOW!
Chill, homie handing out show flyers like blue pills
It’s no hate, it’s just no thrills
I’m up in No Frills unrolling coke bills to pay at the till
Not a habit, just a maverick moment that might be a little too real
Wondering if I might be my worst opponent, pistol pointed at my own grill
I’m Turkey at the Olympics, firing shots with no equipment
Came with nothing to begin with, but I’mma leave with something when we end this
And I end it right quick, like the period of your sentence
This is life, shit, no regrets, no repentance, now catch the message, yeah
BLAOW!! Don’t let me get old school
BLAOW!! Don’t let me get old school
BLAOW!! Don’t let me get old school
BLAOW!
[Ultra Magnus]
(Ah ah ah ah, hey!)
I been up for like, what, three days
I swear I need to DVD-ate
I’ve been up the fucking DVP
I swear I barely see straight
Finally got my sea legs
Ultra Mag is back in order
Hittin’ switches, whooping asses
All this heat inside the booth
I swear it’s fogging up my glasses
I’mma need some fuckin’ access
I’mma need a fuckin’ actress
Way I feel ‘bout Nazi punks
Might just bag me Ms Onassis
67 Dunaway
Girl look like a runaway
Bonnie, put them guns away
Sun is up and Max is back in town
We having fun today
And I’m hitting Nickel City up and then it’s Thunder Bay
Come and spend that afternoon
Me and Maxxie past the moon
Yeah, I’m talking Tataooine~~y
You gonna need some new~~knees
After A-Son U~~nique
Gives you what you do~~need
Currency while currently I’m making all these Too~~nies
Hanging out with twin suns
Yeah I’m talking twin, son
I be Max B, Ultra Mag, Fat Joe, Big Pun
Beeyatch!
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15. |
2 Worlds
00:36
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Pardon my lack of manners, but all my life they laughed at my canvas
And easel, now praise portraits painted by other people
Resemblance uncanny but they still don’t understand me
Guess I’ll be eternally Sveva Caetani
Turn a rap sheet to origami like it’s my hobby
Better yet, my raison d’etre, where Sama-sati and street poetry probably intersect
Dharma and dialect, on a diamond encrusted fighter jet
Doin’ a fly-by ‘cross the night sky over the discotheque
Now he’s sittin’ at the bar reading old text messages
He’d be better off at the sushi spot readin’ Rumi, pumpin’ Ruby Yacht
That's the funny thing about men
Just four times outta five, they’ll pass up the protein for the fries
Headed for self destruction, still it’s bottoms up at the late night function
Stumbling home, he mumblin’ the lyrics to his favourite song
Over the noise of the trains, he could swear he heard a choir of angels sing along
Hard not to push the speed on these country roads, mind flyin’
Straight and narrow, foot heavy, a ghost ride, death defyin’
In his own brain, an airplane, pistons firin’
Highway’s a runway ’n the white lines, they hypnotize him
Woke up crash landed, it would seem like another planet
Tired lungs fill up with clean air but he’s still stranded
Posted by the lake but he can’t shake this real panic
Too many memories embedded in these hard granite rocks
Turn magic clocks back but it won’t bring him peace or relief from the combat
Every line like he signed in blood on the dotted line of a contract
The garden’s overgrown, the neighbour’s wondering if anyone’s home
Probably hoping he walked off down the road ’n out the fuckin’ zone
The garden’s overgrown, neighbour’s wondering if anyone’s home
Probably hoping he walked off down the road ’n out the fuckin’ zone
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17. |
Stardrunk
00:57
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Fixated on horizons
Stardrunk
A different kind of fire
Underground velvet
To the touch when I felt it
A pilgrim of the rank and file
Trying to go that extra mile
Now, whose picture frames are these?
Encased memories
Remember when we were star bodies, 7 sisters, Pleiades?
Or when we were riding rail beds ’til the trail ends?
Your figure twists and winds like the river bends
My mind travels around the Earth with a side trip to the moon
Time’s not on my side but time’s no friend of mine
Tryin’ to shine between the lines before the long hand reaches 9
Cars cruise down this dead end street like occasional lost, half-blind beetles
And eventually feel their way back to the main road with antennae high-beaming -
Never noticing my clandestine gaze
I guess sometimes the best map can’t guide you
Beacons can blind at the wrong angle
Oh, to make a cloth of night to drape from these burning shoulders!
Oh, to laugh in key with yours!
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18. |
Mornings with O
02:19
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These mornings before mom wakes up, it’s just us
You spillin’ juice from your cup
Gimme a little smile like you know what’s up, show me love
Proud papa on the poet stuff
I swear when you grown enough, we’ll travel cross the ocean, son
Bangin’ on ceramics while you lift your hands up
You caught the rapture, just a beautiful reaction
It’s moments like this no one can take or capture
You only one, not my only son
But this morning it’s just me ’n you in the rays of the golden sunlight
Playing with toys like the noise of the world ain’t the loudest one
I’m feeling like the proudest one
Later on when the crowds ’n the sounds are done
Maybe the world got you feeling numb or feeling stunned
Give ya a lil’ shelter from the storm or at least have a little bit of fun
If you gotta run you know where to come, son
My son shine, my son shine, my son shine, my son shine, my son shine
My son shine, my son shine, my son shine, my son
Beautiful spirit, someday you might understand it when ya hear it
Anybody’d be lucky to get near it, creative mind geyser, each day grows wiser
Teach me to aim higher, teach me be alive in the moment I reside in
Someday I’ll issue my apology
Breaks my heart that your moms ’n me couldn’t live in harmony
Forget that
Look at me forgetting the lesson
To stay in the moment like it’s a blessing
You’re my best friend and you’re 12 months old
Someone to be held, something to behold
Old soul in baby clothes, look out I got your nose!
Lil’ games bring the warmth ’n drive away the cold
You don’t know the words but you sing so loud
Wary of the big crowd, images in the big cloud
Float away but the return to the ground safe and sound
My son shine, my son shine, my son shine, my son shine, my son shine
My son shine, my son shine, my son shine, my son shines
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The Grand Howl Outro
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Angry at the cliche for being its unlucky contestant
Skeletal trees with twisted figures in mutant poses
Sense of self is ashen today
The shadows of the flags from the bridge look like banshee silhouettes
I’m not real, just one version of myself waiting for a page flip
Trying to guess what my downstairs neighbour is yelling in her mother tongue
Redefining the concept of home
Just leave me alone about the war
I don’t care until it’s at my door
No news is good news
Doom scrolling, look ma, no screen!
Mental Rolodex, squeaky wheel screamin’
Believing my own lies even though I know they’re false
So where can I locate the apparatus of my spirit?
A compass rendered broken from overactivity
Thinking about whether driving a Pathfinder is irony or accuracy
Mining for those little fires of persistence, deep in the gut
A single note or a cry escapes my throat
My voice isolated in origin
But if I listen close I can hear the choir letting out a collective wail
The Grand Howl
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Operating out of Toronto, Canada since 1996, Hand'Solo Records is devoted to releasing quality hip hop that is creative, clever and often experimental. Early releases, now out of print, include Buck 65, Sixtoo, Moka Only, and others. Currently home to The Dirty Sample, Ol' Gorilla Bones, Epic, Tachichi, No Town Vandal, Fortunato, Magick Show and Mickey O'Brien. ... more
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