Fred Krueger (Prod. Brent Beats)

falling for you again

Written By: Michael Conover

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got cheese and dope, ready to explode!
I need more gimme the mic 
Let it rip, shut it down 

You talkin' trash? Man, your whole style make me sick 
Tried to step up, thought they had a lane 
(What? What?)

All you rappers think your special, when you doing the same 
My tracks hit harder, cuttin' through the pain (Coo-Coo)

Used to beg for minutes, now I own the clock 
One night with me, that pussy gon’ pop
(What? What?)

Shut it down! Yeah, the whole damn show!
Ain't no second chances, nowhere left to go! 
I'm the last one standing, you already know
Yuh 
Yuh

Cheese And Dope

the piece  is almost polyrhythmic 
uses as a riff a 7-note rhythmic pattern x-x-xx-x-x-x taken from african drums
this gives 3 bars of 4 which seems assymetric when repeated
deep in the mix there is also the pulse of 4 bars of 3

seven on twelve

Was originally going to write this as another love song after I had put the music together after a few days.  However, we were about to head out the door to go out of town and these lyrics just came to mind quickly.  So, I decided to take a few minutes before we left and recorded what came to mind and it just came to me quickly.  Hopefully you will enjoy this track as much as I do.  Thanks for listening.

Chasing Dreams

Website

Only Son (Instrumental)

Lyrics:
The devil was in the swamp this morning
When I pressed my finger to the trigger
Thirteen suns erupted 
His sweating, bloody skin smelt like pennies
Every shadow in the swamp disappeared

He radiated, the place in darkness
The only glow came from below that hood
I made my brother a windfall apple
Black edges of red glaze, shone like they're wet

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

My ears jutted out, sharpened into horns
Skin casting black light that trailed red
From the crucifix, Christ scowled back at me
Mercantile eyes rolled back into his head
Oh how he'll scorch me for such insolence
Hands a steeple, I lay my head to my thumbs
The vessel of the colonial ghost
His veins pulsed with hallowed merchantism 

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

The skin of his back hung loose like a web
From its shoulder blades seeped red and purple
I followed   its veins, splitting and spreading
Six legged spots crawled in and our of the scars

Now come the days of hunger, days of thirst
Mirror image pylons frame the roadside
They bounded straight, endlessly, together
Mocked the heavens, married the city sky


WINDFELL

big belt

Sleepless

I began writing the harmony and the main guitar riffs of this song right on Blackout Tuesday. Watching antiracism protests around the world, really got me inspired. Hence the title of the song.

No Racists Allowed To Enjoy

This track was written in loving memory of my wife's sister, who we lost to suicide a few years back. It's a subject no one really wants to discuss but suicide prevention is a very important topic.

Away (Acoustic Version 1)

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