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https://soundcloud.com/alinabaraz
https://twitter.com/AlinaBaraz
https://twitter.com/Galimatiasmusic

artwork by Brombaer
www.brombaer.com 
www.facebook.com/brombaermusic 
@brombaer

field recordings by Felix Blume
www.felixblume.com/

Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Pretty Thoughts

Thank you for all the love & support <3
You can purchase this track & other tracks at: apohlo.bandcamp.com

Cover art: "In to deep" By Stodd. http://instagram.com/stoddartist

Forget about today until tomorrow

beat credit : https://soundcloud.com/ajmwsounds/whataday

whatchu doin today?
think you can come through?
there's been a lot on my mind
i wanna tell you
i see that lookin in your eyes
i feel that feelin too
words we never sayin always got me feelin blue

sometimes im thinkin if this world was just me and you
i could take away yo sadness, make you happy too
you huggin on my shoulder, sayin never leave me boo
the feelins whiskin through my mind
it probably make you crazy too

the daily life n stresses that we always feelin who
these people thinkin who they are
they pinnin shit was never true
i see it's diggin down on you
i wanna help you through
it's probably in my nature
even tho we aint real cool

we thinkin that we love
that shit was never true
the smiles turnin fake
the pages rippin, blank too

i know [stereo delay]

it's nothin new
just keep me company
i kinda like the feelin too

[shitty 4 bar improv sing part]

what it feel like to chew 5 gum

Jeff Bernat - If You Wonder (original)

edit/update: the person who this song was originally written about is now essentially devoid of respect and likability in my eyes, so now it's a ballad for all of the lovers out there who aren't fucking each other over.

good riddance, s.

thanks, p.

thanks, world.

[peace.love.happiness]

e[u].logy (prod. purpan)

Nujabes - Aruarian Dance

this is for everyone, from the people who rarely ever mentioned me in casual conversation to the people who were rushing their best friends to my page.

thank you all.

you mean the world to me.

:)

family (prod. purpan)

@tomppabeats

love is a sunset; watch it with me.

to download for free, just go to:

http://www.mediafire.com/download/dw5b5bsyrl6csnb/shells+%28prod.+tomppabeats%29.mp3

shells (prod. tomppabeats)

BRIGHTER DAYS

featuring @languidlooms
produced by @tomcbumpz
artwork by HUE - @sloppycereal

first single from my upcoming ep "radiant"

enjoy :)

radiant

foibles (feat. looms.) (prod. tomcbumpz)

thank you to everyone for all the support, really

prod. @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

if somehow scientists proclaim they see the apocalypse approaching 
I would buy a box of tissues, Oculus and lots of lotion 
and just lock myself indoors, I’d build a bunker out of blankets,
a fallout shelter out of sofa cushions, cook a bunch of pancakes, 
while I thunk about my grandkids, I’d prolly have to forage lunch,
or have a bran of storage porridge and a can of orange chunks,
until I reached a shortage, then if I hungered for a banquet

I’d make cocktails, mostly molotov
and waltz on over to a wal-mart with my martyr-like martini bombs and wall it off
so I could have the whole place to myself,

 I’d stop and start to crop apart the shopping carts 
and fashion pitchforks from the bars until I felt a sense of self-defense, 
I’d meld a fence around the produce sector and I wouldn’t have to spend a cent, 
I’d set up tents in electronics and wouldn’t have to send the rent, 
Instead of panicking, I’d marshal mannequins, pretend they’re friends
and host a massive slumber party in the “home and bedding” end

cause all I need to be content, is room and board and solid food
if I end up the last on Earth, then I’d adore the solitude
and I don’t mean to sound too rude, I just don’t really find it strange
that I don’t care the way we go, whether it’s war or climate change
atomic bombs or comet craters, hordes of zombie space invaders,
angels singing psalms while Satan’s satyrs crack through the equator
either way we’re gone, and I don’t feel the need to lift the rug,
if I can spend my final moments happy, I don’t give a fuck

I’d do my best to reconstruct tho, if let’s say the apocalypse 
caused major drops in populace and hit New York’s metropolis, 
I’d obligate myself to help me congregate the boroughs, 
add some zeroes to the census bureau’s copy room materials,
I’d even copulate with girls to help repopulate the world
cause that would be my duty;

 maybe I’d do what Jehovah would
and go for broke and build an ark of fifty cubits gopherwood
but leave the termites out cause surely that would not go over good

If I knew the world was ending
I’d start texting all my exes
and fuck ourselves to death until Jesus resurrects us
and the trumpets say 
it’s judgement day…

cataclysm

I awoke from a dream that haunted me throughout the day. I decided to write down something to get my mind off it.

Production for the debut project has officially begun.

Excited to show you what it was.

This song is for the soul.

I feel your pain.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

Love to Zenji , Sam Wise , & Slim Tone on the beat.

Just had to get something off my chest.

I will see you soon. 

2017.

It begins.

,


Burney.

Torn To Pieces (Burney's Soul)

prod. https://soundcloud.com/xmittens
verse 1 https://soundcloud.com/buddhaheis
verse 2 https://soundcloud.com/atlas
master https://soundcloud.com/nyodus
photo the legendary Jcammack

Buddha x atlas x Mittensさん - tooeloquent

Atlas - isn't here

hey, thanks for 50k <3

lil vocal acting by my homies jake & marcus <3

lyrics:
i think that now i'd call myself a wordsmith
but not because of talent of ability
it's more that i can balance the facilities
of living as a human, while i'm sittin' here decal-ing my sililoquies
and i guess it makes sense, in that regard
i use my brain as a capture card
inhalin' every word i stumble upon
to try to catalog 'em all before the rapture starts

so you can tag along and follow all the wacky antics
like all my stupid problems that relapsing can't fix
"keep your head up out the sand, stop scratching that wrist
before you turn into another anxious ativan kid"
well i guess it's too late... a couple hundred panic states passed
and my broken self ran away fast
feels like i lost my body in a hand grenade blast
with all this absence in my soul, and i can't evade that

so i'm stuck... trapped in a painting of myself
that was made before i changed how i felt
i'm hoping that my other friends can break out and help
but to be honest, it seems like they've greyed out as well
i constantly remember back in high school
sneaking out to kick it with no pay stubs
everything was simpler then, i guess
i only feel free when there's something to escape from

so i'll keep writing songs of longing for the olden
looking to the future for my confidence and boldness
it certainly isn't here, and neither am i
but i think that we've established that enough to decide
that it's time for a change; or, rather, time to revert
'cause we all sorta miss the designs that we were
and maybe nowadays what i write's more diverse
but the patrick years back didn't understand hurt

and that hurts

a wistful remembrance

wordsmith ii (prod. purpan)

atlas. - books of war (prod. poison flowerz)

Used this account for 2 years for daily listening, now this is just a spam/experimental account.

Main account is switched to @jercoui

e[u].logy (prod. purpan)

atlas

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