Name: Boohabian Reflections Final by ANTHONY XAVIER JACKSON
Duration: 3 min 12 s
Description: A REDO OF BOOHABIAN REFLECTIONS IN A MORE CONVERSATIONAL/ CONFRONTATIONAL STYLE RATHER THAN A RECITAL.

Speed God

Time to return to your Mother
to your Church Russia
Time to return
you don't need 
no digital lover
she's got no arms to hold ya
keep you warm
and safe from harm
brothers
your digital lover
she killed your mother
and her blood cries from the ground
for Justice
Avenge us
we only get Justice from The Most High
she aint got no heart to love ya
she aint got no eyes to weep for ya
no soul to give you
she aint got no ears to hear your cries
she's got no arms to hold ya
keep you warm
and safe from harm
brothers
brothers
Time to return to your Mother
to your Church Russia
Time to return
you don't need 
no digital lover

no digital lover {prod.younsouls}

iCarly Loves You So

The treacherous one
leading you to the pit
measure it your progress is in 
depravity
be a daddy coz he ain't got one
Gods his daddy yeah
He's the only real man
ironically
innocence is sacrificed to the faithless one
progress is measured in malignity
and dead babies
be a daddy coz she ain't got one
Gods her daddy yeah
He's the only real man
ironically 
the sweetest Father to the fatherless
lecherous
I bet that I
I bet I ain't got the guts
to be a daddy
coz she ain't got one
Gods her daddy yeah
He's the only real man
Gods her daddy 
coz she ain't got none
Gods her daddy yeah
He's the only real man
ironically

He's the Only Real Man

23 seconds of Jazz

Mix of live synths, drum machine, bass, guitar, samples, effects, ect...

Bilge

You told me everything was alright
How you were never actually broken
You held your head up real high
On a swivel of disappointment and pride
I asked How are you my friend
I'm fine you insisted
But more untrue words
Were ever spoken
So sing to me sweetly
while upon your own bile you're choking.

How does it feel 
To feel nothing at all
Where's your breath
When you jump
But never actually fall?
So tell me your story
So i can write it on all the waals
Until the Day Glo vermin
Open up their very own super mall
Where dysthymia can be found
Reserved on sale
Two for one
I hear tell
With a special promotional offer
Of a ride that takes you straight to Hell.

When I look in your eyes
You beg me please stop
When I hug you real tight
You shiver
Though you insist it doesn't hurt a lot
When i say hey you seem down
you convince me you're on top
while the commercial of contentment plays
I just shake my tiny fist at the box
The box that doesn't care
The box that has no thoughts
The box that cannot feel me
as i skulk about in the dark
The box your heart's in
Rumbling until you cannot talk
But pack it all in stoically my friend
Until the throbbing stops

How does it feel to feel nothing at all...

Given the option
I'd thread you into my special loom
Where the dark creatures in the night moss
Can no longer sneak into your room
Where the voices of sour anhedonia
Can no longer cast their spell on you
Convincing
like radioactive rodent salesmen
That the joy you feel couldn't possibly be true.

How does it feel when nothing belongs to you
How does it feel to jump
But never actually pull your chute?

So tell me your story...

How does it feel 
To feel nothing at all?

Dysthymia

Speed God Megamix

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL WORKS CONCERNING MY EXPERIENCES IN A FOSTER HOME IN THE 80S.

638-WRITER'S BLOCK/ BLOODY MARY

Tori

A REDO OF BOOHABIAN REFLECTIONS IN A MORE CONVERSATIONAL/ CONFRONTATIONAL STYLE RATHER THAN A RECITAL.

Boohabian Reflections Final

Guitar. Bass. Drums. MIDI and a whole lot of hope!!!

Primarily a poet who happens to play music and craft soundscapes. Sacramento based.
Weird music for weird people.

Boohabian Reflections Final

ANTHONY XAVIER JACKSON

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