This isn't the final version of this song,
It shall be rerecorded in two months when I have access to a good studio again

The Look Of The Lost Prod by Bassticks

Song for my first love.

Produced by my friend from LA & Grinnell 
https://soundcloud.com/romobeats

Check him out,
Just the smoothest beats.

First Love [Prod. By Romo]

Nostalgic Abstract Crap

Instrumental by DKDB
https://soundcloud.com/dkdb-waves

Mastered by Jakob Gnirke

Nostaglic Abstraction [Prod. by DKDB]

Shoutout to [Jakob Gnirke] for producing
&
Tantu Beats 

It's me,
'Desi' is what Indians call ourselves.

American Born Confused Desi [ABCD]

I'm trying to make you feel.
Am I succeeding?

Lonely Ft. Anita [Prod. by J Gnirke & Matteson]

{Produced by J Gnirke}
{Beat by BUDAMONK}

Little Autobiography/General Rantings from a nerdy Indian kid.

If you enjoy it, like it, share it, repost it, do whatever you can!
It'll encourage me to make more.

Brownish Blues

Some of what I see instilled in a song.

Questioning work,
The chase for the $$ bills,
Why I'm here,

And an ending you have to listen too!

Beat produced by https://soundcloud.com/sobmusic-1
Mixed by Jakob Gnirke.

Existential Dysfunction [Prod. sobmusic]

Metaphorical Abstract Nonsense...

It's deep if you think about it exactly right.

Awake [Mixed. Romo] [Prod. Alembic]

Animal Noises [Prod. Eric Brito]

Beauty in the objective is undefined. 

It can only exist in the subjective.

I'ma put pictures of my life from now on.

Sinister Inclinations [Prod. Deniz]

Lyrics

This moment begins with sound,
Settlement in hell, thoughts abound, 
Ears in seashells, call out the drowned,
Erogenous emotions, floodgate is down,

Ghosts in memory of withered past, 
flash in brain, neurons get critical mass,
Camels broken with one last task,
Ain’t got the goods, you can go fuck your flask,

She stopped loving me because nothings permanent,
Not this feeling, buried like a an unearthly sediment, 
Psychoanalyze the past, present, and future precedents,
she can appreciate you trying, she gets the sentiment,

institutions built valuing efficiency
Man comes up raised in rationality
people stand still with undying loyalty
Bridges burn away with no regard for causality

It’s the same old box, but a different perspective
Like a stint of detox, as serotonin gets cemented
Demented, Relentless, Pretentious, and Eccentric
Dhruv Gupta Dimension D-132 has ascended 

Was looking for purpose in small praries town,
Belief in Ideologian kept talking round n round,
Paul, Corbyn, Modi, Bannon, iterations of different cannons 
All go get demandin, now these thoughts and feelings crash landin
You can beat your body like a jockey with his horse
Stand high and haughty, abuse cocky at race course
God don’t care if naughty, Rocky, show no remorse
Hermeneutics with silly scriptures, throw ethos out the porch 

I’m throwing it away, all past quarrels
Humans forget most everything, especially internal apparel  
Never registered it at all like most movie barrels
Government without Governance, slum hood declared feral 
You ever seen a fiver smoke a loosey in a drag?
You ever sleepwalked rusty bestie getting on a shag?
You ever dreamt that nothing around you is real?
You ever woke up to a world which only you feel??
Love the chaos, while most lust for stability
The other parent, complex Indian Inferiority
Headed back to where family becomes authority
People pray on the street, cars stare at the majority
 
I’m making a difference he crys to himself
Two binary stars fuse in a fission resembeling hell
Everything in tandem random fandoms spoil spells
All while we wait for the polarizing ice-caps to melt

Pyschoanalysis (Unfinished)

I Must

An amalgamation of me as I stand right now.

Evolution

Story of a young epileptic boy who during aseizure killed his brother.

Lyrics:
Attack  the nation like its your purpose,
Look inside my eyes do see sign of nervous,
Circling serpents, serendipitous circus
Material is ephemeral so is legend,
Body prone to epilepsy lie on side to be omniprescient,

Survive that next attack of decayed cells,
Decayed neurons, decayed automatons, whos side you on

With drool and spit to understand that grit
These clowns inside want to see you call it quits

There isn’t any help from this whole side,
No government or society will help you survive,
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4 years old, got no indication of goals
Brother to the side, as my epilepsy open wide
Moving like a car stuck in space,
Blessed enough to forget the whole human race.
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When I was young I killed my brother,
Then I nearly got strangled by my own mother,
She couldn’t understand that accidents happen,
Survivors guilt took all of us goddamnit,

But I was there, seizure next to the well,
He fell 50 feet, watched his entire body swell
I think I was thinking of death and daffodils,
Only one thought was alive and kept so real,

Does the pain of loss ever truly heal?
Or does it change form to make us congeal? 

Mark me, humans, for the rest of my life,
Acquit me of guilt, and give me mental paradise
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In truth, there is only once vice
To believe some suckers stoic story,
 
narrative advice made into allegory,
Independence sacrificed for pious purgatory

DMG

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