While I never intended to use my voice in music, I re-discovered a crate of Portuguese Fado records that I bought in Lisbon seven years ago, providing the impetus to create a collection of beats.

Evoking elements of my ambient tape loop past as well as a return to playing piano, my forthcoming mixtape 'The Lisbon Tape' is a collection of dusty loops and internal monologues that may bring to mind any of the following disparate references:

Fado, 2046, Arthur Jafa, Grouper, Loren Connors, Willy Basinski, Blue Poles, Ka, The Slim Reaper, Dean + Inga, Steve Prefontaine, Recent Earl, Terrence Malick, Attitude Era etc.

stop chasing no blame

Can feel the sweat off my back the stolen crack street spirit is thin I look within where is my soul

Sirens rave repeating dreams looking like a dead girl lost eyes floating down a river of fear

Close all the blinds
Kill all the phones
Turn off the lights
Hold on for the night

Prowling the street
X on her eyes
Work in between
Just look alive gotta

Pretend I’m present act polite drink coffee n speak n stand forthright
Head down keep it in laugh at their jokes on time

Laugh at their jokes on time
Show up to work all quiet
Leave it behind for a while
Pretend that the day is fine

Pretend the day is fine
Just gotta get through it one more
Til the end
Do it once again
Gotta keep it together
your mantras and breathing
Be reasonable
If that’s alright
See a psych
Break the cycle
Do what you’re meant to do

Gotta keep it together
Repeating those mantras n breathing
Be reasonable it’s alright

See a psych
Break the cycle

She said Let the feelings wash over
You Lost too much weight this October
Go Back to hong kong for a minute
A reprieve from the incessant with no limits
Hide away in west Kowloon
A district with no business
A faceless enterprise of existence
Just gotta hold it together and finish this sentence

Close all the blinds
Kill all the phones
Turn off the lights
Hold on for the night

Prowling the street
X on her eyes
Work in between
Just look alive gotta

Life is a joke sometimes
Show up to work all quiet
Leave it behind for a while
Pretend that the day is fine

Leading up into the night
Trying to keep her on the phone for a while
Saying it’ll all be just fine
Calling the cops to the cliffs

It wouldn’t be fear at first
I’m lost in shock at what
Would transpire if all my friends were gone this winter

Losing my mind n weight just want to stay back at work n wait til I can find my way back to a feeling that ain’t so sinister

Guess that’s it for another month
Time flies
You can book in another session at reception
Nice to see you
Remember to pay

i like my psych

When I’m wrong I'm wrong
And the feeling is gone
Check over my shoulder
No is healing is done
Won’t pick up the phone in fear of this home
Seeing cops n ghosts in fear of the law

Last year got Lost in the law
I wonder what had happened to my mind and my soul
Black Lives Matter be the best of us all plunder through the depths of a gen Xrs fall

This year gonna travel in fall
2022 got a mind of its own
Running through blues till I’m down to a crawl
Set us all loose in a future for all

Ziggy singing the truth
Never told in the news
Gotta see a new view
Give a hope to a few

Hold your friends close
Remember to love em
Call early
Leave late

when i'm wrong

WRITTEN, RECORDED, PRODUCED & MIXED BY AWH
MASTERED BY T WILLY
ARTWORK BY BIG WILLY

guild of living

2012

lisbon sings

sweat it alone

PURE ABSTRACTION ANTI ABSOLUTION

While I never intended to use my voice in music, I re-discovered a crate of Portuguese Fado records that I bought in Lisbon seven years ago, providing the impetus to create a collection of beats.

Evoking elements of my ambient tape loop past as well as a return to playing piano, 'The Lisbon Tape' is a collection of dusty loops and internal monologues that may bring to mind any of the following disparate references:

Fado, 2046, Arthur Jafa, Grouper, Loren Connors, Willy Basinski, Blue Poles, Ka, The Slim Reaper, Dean + Inga, Steve Prefontaine, Recent Earl, Terrence Malick, Attitude Era etc.

ALI WAN HILL