FEBRUARY  from WINTER-A SYMPHONIC POEM

A sentimental country-ish ballad with a big sad finish.
Dedicated to anyone suffering from memory loss. Thanks for listening.
Lyrics:
I can still remember
Felicia in December
Outside in the cold
Smoking Swisher Sweet Cigarettes
But she would always forget
If you're gonna inhale that shit
You know she always got sick
She'd chewed down the tip

It's like I told you on the phone
My mind is not all my own
All my memories are dissolving
Our nights in Arroyo Park
Out feeling that spark
That Datsun that would never start
My bad Cure haircut (disaster!)
My heart was beating faster
A sketch of a love scene
Painted behind
A gothic old master

I was selfish with my time
And now I seem to lead my life
Conducting orchestras in my mind
Oh, I don't know how this sounds
But sometimes I listen to the ground
To hear and feel the rumblings
I think that you're coming around

All my memories are dissolving
Soon, I'll have no memories of this world
I'll have no memories of this world
So let's go out tonight
And shoot out the lights!
Let's break our hearts tonight
I'll have no memories of this world

I wanted to drop you this line
To thank you for the time
And thank you for being in my life
Thank you for being my life

Let's Break Our Hearts Tonight

Fondation Set Mix1 94 BPM(2)

I’m tired of being the nice guy. I’m tired of being the fool.
I’m tired of doing the right thing. I’m tired of all these rules.
I’m tired of being a good sport. I’m tired of towing the line.
I’m tired of people taking from me what I thought was rightfully mine.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.
Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

I’m tired of all these advertisements telling me what I need.
I’m tired of people saying to me that I’m never goanna succeed.
I’m tired of listening to bad advice that I did not solicit.
I’m tired of people telling me that my behavior is illicit.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. 
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. 
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

Tired

Božena Jurkovic  & Posljednja pomast  -Alegorija  Session 1

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Freestyle M.C By IPG1, @ipg1
Keyboards By Jamie Rhind, @jamie-rhind
Other Instruments By Martin Reed. https://soundcloud.com/its-tophonicus
Produced By Martin Reed, IPG1 & Jamie Rhind.

Mysteries of the blim groove 110 BPM ....
Collab with Martin Reed

This is a new year —-the outlook is fair
 Start a brand new chapter I killed it last year 
A force to be reckon with ——this much is clear 
Writing futures not histories a real pioneer 
yo ——-it’s IPG1——— I’m still off the chain 
turn up the music ——- this ——-the heat I maintain 

*******for Part 2 ***Freestyle—-not written

OK here we go ——set it off like a boss
I—-Paid the price ——-paid the cost—-there’s —no love loss
Call it what you want ——but ——call it—-pure pleasure 
——skillzzz gained——- from every bar —- every measure 
treasure the moments —the performance—the key
I deliver it right ——-Come on vibe with me 
————it’s an—-emcees delight ——when I lock it down —-
I lock it down tight——-Slamming bars ——like it’s Devine right
authorized to excite—-Sight beyond sight
and I keep it cool ———-like my name was frostbite 

Caught up in the same struggle —-on the daily 
one common interest in mind ——who’s gonna pay me 
——Let’s take some time —-to acknowledge each other
because it’s the same struggle——only change is the weather
different rule —-same game —-we’re all ——in it together
We Position ourselves ——with the things we’ve earned 
And the knowledge ——we’ve collected ——from the lessons learned

my space of existence ———is-in the mix 
Acknowledge—-the persistence ——a hip-hop fix
Real sounds—— real memories—-why resist
so profound ———in harmony ——as I transmit
different vibes —— and melodies —do exist 
But I’m the source—- and the remedy ——you must admit
——worded ——-artistry —as—-I transmit
doing —-what comes naturally——so I just spit

Mysteries Of The Blim Part 3

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allston basement 1987