I Want That

"home" from the EP, "Towns, Cities and Little Ditties"

-lyrics-
you can't come home if you never leave 
you're always looking back at me 
you can't come home if you never leave 
so please don't leave if you won't come home 

I wanted to tell you every detail 
spill the secrets in your hair 
but I know I won't remember 
and I know that you care 
so I will wait 
wrestle with patience 
I will wait for the day 
you forgive me 
please forgive me 
for the things 
I didn't say 
forgive me 
please forgive me 
I didn't mean to stray 

you can't come home if you never leave 
you're always looking back at me 
you can't come home if you never leave 
so please don't leave if you won't come home

Alicia Murphy - guitar, lead vocals, shaker 
Sé Reed - vocals, shaker 
Mike Gewehr - bass 
Steve Sulikowski - piano, synth

Home

Some Kisses (Lock'n Lips Remix) ft. Locnville

Check out "Worth the Risk" EP on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/worth-the-risk-ep/id1012690308


Some Kisses (Lock'n Lips Remix) ft. Locnville

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youll see 
inside 
youcome in time 
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you en di 
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tlkejs awihr nflsi 
lfone lskei

Rounds

Hijacked different fur's engineers' set up. 
Audio is just drumming for like 23 mins.

just drums. drams. to listen to and/or to download and use as samples.

thats really it. just drums




Just Drams

Richard

from the album "Hella Personal Film Festival"
https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/album/hella-personal-film-festival/id1074380694?app=itunes

produced by Paul White
vocals by Open Mike Eagle
Shawn Lee: Drums, bass, guitars, keys, percussion & additional vocals.

artwork by Brad Beatson
Recorded at Office/Space Studios 
Shawn Lee's parts recorded by Pierre Duplan
Mastered by Daddy Kev @ Cosmic Zoo 

I chase my poison tail 
and get so high that voices fail. 
I heard that when you in a fucked up space no one can hear you signal help 
I tried to set 'em straight 
Tell them I self medicate 
All they saw's a glitchy video but then I never show my cards 
Instead I write for stealth 
blah blah blah I cry for help 
All this belly-aching's just to say my belly's hurtin after all 
It's all endorphins though 
Or maybe every Scorpio is predisposed to never feel as cold as the first time they felt a loss 

My addiction, my obsession, my admission, my rejection, I insisted, I accepted 
My prescription carried us away 
carried us away 

Pretend I didn't know who smoked up all the mistletoe 
you'd really be surprised how innovative I can get when left alone 
And once them cravings strike, 
I knew I should say goodnight 
Want for them endorphins got me saying everything except for that 
White knuckle rodeo and failing fills my holy holes 
Staring at my phone wondering how endorphins travel via screen 
As I feel my withdrawal 
I understand them 90's songs 
Rap music has ruined me, I always want to loop my favorite part 

day to day to day is ground zero I'm 20 years im 20 inches tall 
Today today my sky has fallen, I have no resolve 


My addiction, my obsession, my admission, my rejection, I insisted, I accepted 
My prescription carried me away 
carried me away

Open Mike Eagle & Paul White - Admitting The Endorphin Addiction

Words by Abdu Ali, Al Rogers Jr., and Joy Postell
Song produced by Butch Dawson

Verse1
God watch over me on the days 
I can't watch over myself 
Somedays I lose faith and I believe
It's hard to excel momma boosted out 
Them stores and my brothas had drugs they would sell but I was innocent in my ways like a tale of young simba silver fronts in my mouth to impress the young bitches and then I upgraded to golds I was a cold young nigga well cold young niggas they do really foolish things and now I sing this song hoping that you will think

Chorus
I can
I can hear the sirens
they're coming closer, caging me in
he's calling out my name
we take
off into the moonlight
to cleanse our spirits and our minds
dont wanna feel the same

Vers1
My motha called me up
She said she don't give a fuck, I can't be a queen.
I said fuck you I'mma do me,
Lor faggot at 16 with dreams of fuckin the green,
You know what I mean?
So I eats this rap shit up,
Like a new born magnet
But I gets no static,
Because of the shade that haunts me,
Yea yea. 


Sirens ft. Al Rogers Jr. + Joy Postell [Prod. Butch Dawson]

A throwback tune to say thanks :)

Written & Performed by Joy Postell
Produced by @bmore-new-era
Additional vocals by @butchdawson
Artwork by Joy Postell
Mixed by Andres Lobo

Keep It Movin' (prod. by eu-IV)

Music Video: https://youtu.be/lwMMp-udJJc

Written & Performed by Joy Postell 
Produced by @RCthegreat 
Additional keys by Cori Jacobs 
Mixed/Mastered by Cori Jacobs

These words mean a lot to me:

Now what if there wasn't no niggas, just master teachers?
And what if there wasn't no rappers, only preachers?
Would you eat what they feed you?
And would you let them beset you?
Would you let them box you up and put that price on ya back?
$19.49 thats including the state sales tax
For the money sell ya soul to that confederate flag

Now Wheres this consciousness you speak of?
Told me its hidden in the reefer

And I can smell it in the air like them dark bodies swinging from the poplar tree
And i can feel it in my bones as i become everything they told me not to be

Now wheres this consciousness you speak of?
Told me its hidden in the reefer

Throw that fluoride in ya drink to censor everything you think
Fuck up a third time and then they sentence you to life
This ain’t no game baby, but you keep playin' baby
Same rope they throw you Is the one you hang from baby

Now wheres this consciousness you speak of?
Told me its hidden in the reefer

Cuz it aint nothing quite like this country of mine
Where a nigga gets shot by a cop at the drop of a dimeBag 
Its sad cuz thats really where we at
Yeah thats really where we at

Now wheres this consciousness you speak of?
Told me its hidden in the reefer

Where is this consciousness?
(Where’s this consciousness)
x4

But You keep rappin' bout the trap cuz you trapped
And thats exactly where they want you at
Liberate yourself, don't let em steal your mental health
Cuz its the white ones with the wealth who benefit off what you sell
Throw you in jail, taking away your right to freedom
Shackle you in chains, as if thats really proper treatment
Im not a preacher but i had to let it out
In the name of those before me like Nina Simone and James Brown
Im black and proud yeah yeah I’m black and proud
Im black and proud yeah yeah I’m black and loud
And if u got a problem
You can sit the fuck down

Now wheres this consciousness you speak of?
Told me its hidden in the reefer

Consciousness (prod. by RC The Great)

With her feet firmly in a foundation of folk, Alicia Murphy's songs have a little bit of pop, hip-hop, and even some twang thrown in depending on the occasion. Her quirky lyrics intrigue people of all ages and her passion for environmental conservation shines through in many of her songs. 

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