"Dedicated to Gaëlle Marchand and those who lost a loved one. :)"

Picture a 5 year old me napping head on my father's stomach and feet on my mother's, that's the « H » I spell home with/

When you love it set it free right, so this is me trying to free those captured moments/ 

My baby sister was buried near Paris in Thiais...T'y es... I just realized that's French for you're there/

 Ever since that day you died I've been going back and January 24th trying to figure out why I'm here/

 I'm down in spirit cuz I don't wanna be here/

 I wanted to prove to the world I could be a cool big brother cuz I said things of which I'm ashamed  now/

 I believe silent cries are parts of the emptiness of the heart on the way out/

 I love music/

 Cuz all those doctors that pressed my stomach and chest trying to find the source of the pain but only music touched my heart and let me know where it hurt/

 I always imagine you with a kindness in the eyes that I don't deserve/

 I wish I could've seen you make Ombeline laugh/

 I wish I could've seen you following Solène around asking her why and how she does this and that/

 I wish you could've met mom/

 I wish you could've met dad/

 And I hope you know how thankful we are for you letting mom come back to where you never got to go...

 Home

 You're on your way home

I'll see you soon (x2)

I'm sorry

Ásgeir - Going Home (Obvrse Barwin Remix)

You listening to a kid who decided he would start spitting dope instead of talking smack/
Who was always told ah ah ah no buts then saw a fat ass on the street and started talking back/
Yeah so I’m French, what should I be emparissed? /
I love my city, look how beautiful she is!/
Full of hot dope women, that could have a dude fiending for a taste with a simple look that really got him thinking that she hope he uhm … that she hope he hits/
Okay that dude’s me but I’d rather not go there kind of like the places as a kid that made my parents say wear this/
I go by Obvrse Barwin I’m awkward/
Like the silence after telling her the STD ain’t my fault it popped out of nowhere genital Hogwarts/
Anyway
All my life it’s been Red White and Blue Blue White and Red/
Shit Fuck Putain Merde/
Me and Bassman a new audio format: dot French new wave/
I’m trying to be the French Superman Man of Bastille/

Hook:

What you never saw a frog that could rippit rippit
That can spit a fly… rhyme… rippit rippit
All my life I’ve been fed HipHop and Rock n Roll kid
Guns and Roses
Liquid Swords and Two Lips
I make’em move to the music
Rippit

2nd Verse:

Annoyed

I feel like the sword of Damocles is my Sim Diamond/
Doomed to a digital life, trying to score off screens playing pick and scroll online/
And I’m not that good at writing up my profile like: Hi I’ve got a six pack and stacked chips/
When the truth is the beer and the Doritos have gotten me quite fat and all I really got are shishkeb-abs and man tits/
Hey, as long as my dick longer than her attention span… shit/

Paranoid

I need something to cover this webcam with/
Wondering who gunna make and remembered that my university called Nott U/
Compilation videos of my leaps of faith on fail blogs too/
Pretty sure I heard my penis quoting Groucho Marx dude/
I don’t wanna be the member of any human being that would have me as a member/

Freud

Even he would’ve been tired of my wining and called me a couch potato
I don’t wanna ask her out I know she’ll say no
I’m still unclear on which pulse pisses me off more: my own or my macbook’s light at night?

Bridge: 

Listen, the hardest part was pouring my self into these songs
Almost, like my heart was a glass bottle and my blood was the Ketchup sauce
Maybe that’s why she stuck a knife in it
I didn’t know what to write so I went with the pain in my gut I trusted my pen, I guess I had a pen decide this.

Hook


Album: Dark Screens
Produced by: Bad Mr. Bassman
Graphic Design by: Olivier André
Mastered by: Scott Hull @ Masterdisk NY

Obvrse Barwin - Rippit Rippit (The Frog)

Happy Slaps and Floppy Disks feat. Tahya

Verse:

Thinking about my life watching a baby play/
See that cube he’s banging against the hole meant for another shape/
Who cares if I don’t fit in if I’m a square huh?/
I kick it connects, all you guys into capoeira/
Open up/
So I spilled everything like they elbowed my cup/
Owning up/
I don’t like who I’ve become: a shadow of myself like this race to success was a Mario Kart time trial run/
Thought we were tighter than a squeeze/
That we had each other’s back like we were Siamese/
But their answer to the question so he’s your friend was yeah uhm no well we’re uhm we’re uhm/
Why would they do something I consider fun/
Laugh at Jesus diggin’ into Mary Magdalene’s cinnabuns/
Got more issues than a kid whose parent’s answer question like do you love us by uhm… nah/
5 years been going to therapy/
Now these lyrical gems not only finely cut they also got some clarity/
I wanna take a few seconds and thank Jasmine for taking care of me/

Hook (with Tahya)

Tell me, what can I do
(Help me)
Whatever you need
You can help me use this ink to tattoo some floppy disks
Tattoo some floppy disks on all my buttons people press, let them save me from myself

Verse:

I realized the word realize is two words: real eyes/
So now I look at the world through those/
Like the actual pimp in junior high’s the kid everyone likes but doesn’t have the cool clothes/
I bight light up sneakers right, stand still kick rhymes then watch the shoes glow/
I’m too old to convince you I’m the shit but we can count these flies/
Family’s all about ties/
But me I used to go for a casual dress code/
Wish I’d been better suited to handle the irony of having to patch things up after all the times they said sew/
Feel more lost than gladiator coming back home/
Seeing my family hanging together … as a whole/
Now I report treasures from my whole like you the warden of Camp Green Lake/
Guess the tantrum throwing toddler in me saw his parents turn the corner with the stroller and decided to scream WAIT/
Solene, Ombeline I hope this puts a smile on your face/

Hook (with Tahya)

(What am I supposed to do?)
(Wake Up!!)

Happy slap my neck
5 star my face
I can’t snap out the days
Like the north pole in May

Happy slap my neck
5 star my face
I can’t snap out the days
Like the north pole in May

Gotta stop selling myself short like I was reading for the part of a dwarf at the audition with my knees in my shoes hands sticking out of my sleeves these pants are large shorts/
I’m bigger than that, bigger than “that”/
Like any word with 5 letters or more/
My imagery so fly/
My rhymes import straight into iPhoto boy/
But let me tell you why I’m so hard on myself/
I want my name to be the answer to Nespresso, What Else?/
Hey! The magic in my bars ain’t cuz a dyslexic wizard’s apprentice said abarcadabar practicing his spells/
I draw on experience: past tales/
Took more shit from people than a clepto monkey does from his fellow species when he out of fiecies to throw/
I hate pain/
More than that kid getting chased by a fat sweaty waitor waving a check, Fuck!/

Glasses turn life into a four-eyed shit storm
Lost touch with myself started patting the floor
Why? Why do I do that?
Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Looking for that I contact


Obvrse Barwin - Happy Slaps And Floppy Disks (feat Tahya)

Call me Forest Gums all of my friends call me Forest Gums
Shattered all my braces I’m always running my mouth
Flashing crooked smiles
Asking girl can I tap that
Like a suspect phone line
She said no no listen now
She said no no listen now
Obvrse Barwin bugging out

Verse

Dutch oven in a flower bed/
Fruit punch powder inside the shower heads/
Defiant toddler out of bed/
Lights out/
I don’t Peter Pan handle keep your two cents of advice about adult life/
I’m a rap and get that Merovingian cake/
Get all the girls, I’m a own asses, long lost relative of Jackie K/
First things first, Ladies/
Please don’t shut your American Pie Holes/
The toilet paper roll /
Next to my computer run out quicker than the one in the bathroom and we three roommates dropping loads/
Too much info in my songs Y-O/
Could Superman’ve seen through her BS if he was being lead on/
I bet he would’ve taken her flower sprinkled the petals on another woman’s bed spread Huh?/
No regrets, her ass make my pallet go cleft/
I want my face smooshed, squished between her breasts/

Pre- Hook

Forest Gums x 4

Hook

Verse

Sloppy seconds like my watch ain’t Swiss/
She wet like SpongeBob her main squeeze/
Ladies/
I want a fuck buddy/
A girl that touch wood and I get lucky/
How much more does your spine need to be flexed for your legs to stay open longer than the stiff new books I got to study/
History teacher explaining evolution tellin’ us mankind went from drawing to writing, I beg to differ/
Raised my hand showed her how my class notes went from me writing to a little comic strip about her obese self entitled 3 Times the lady Lionel Richie Sing about and maybe bigger/
That’s the first girl to point towards the door glaring at me yelling OUT louder than a tennis line judge/
Me and Bassman a decade later got her cross-eyed our middle finger up against her nose HEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!/

Pre-Hook

Hook x2


Obvrse Barwin - Forest Gums

Oh Lord

My heart’s beating a self-destruct sequence/
Lost myself was a double you I spelt we with/
There’s more color to my flow than a pool a kid peed in/
My heart races in a category yours can’t compete in/
Every heartbeat is a hurdle/
I’m a jumper/
Think of her, land in a bad place/
That day she made fun of my sad face/
What’s weird is I still fantasize ‘bout fucking the shit out of her again and seeing her make that face/
Leaving her on the floor breathless still twitching from the orgasm sweating
Dragging herself, grabbing my pants begging/
DON’T GOOO… NOOOO…/
How do I move forward, I get more frustrated at life than at computer games that don’t use arrow keys/
More haze coming out when I exhale than when a scarecrow bleeds/
If cupid shot at me with enough arrows to darken the sun I wouldn’t find love
I’d just die like Leonidas ergo PLEASE/

Hook:

Oh Lord I need a little help
I’m back on this road all by myself 
Please don’t leave me alone
Don’t forget me

Bridge:

Man… it’s never gunna stop is it?
My problem isn’t not the anxieT’s it’s the anxieU’s the anxieY’s 
You and I didn’t work out
We said we’d love each other forever remember

Verse:

THERE’S SOMETHING IN ME
SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE GET IT OUT

I need to get shit off my chest more urgently than bitches with hair on their breasts/
You know whose nipples like that bald spot at the back of Frere Tuck’s head/
The thing is when I unwind I tend to go off the edge like toy cars I used to roll back and watch nose dive off desks/
I’m scared and high enough for cannibals to chase me cuz they cravin’ smoked chicken breasts/
I’ve only been alive 23 years but I’ve got such a hard time handling the stares you’d think I’d spent 22 chain smokin’ Malboro reds/
People always ask me why are you so blue/
Like they high off a batch of shrooms that included a smurf’s house/
They say I’m heavy hearted, wonder why they can’t lift my spirits: what are all those bench press weights on either side of your smile?/
I’m really hoping life works out/
I just got the image of an Olympic weight lifter and how long are they really able to hold it/

Hook

Bridge

The other day I pressed both my heart's connectors on my tongue
You know like a square battery…
It didn’t even sting or tingle a little 
So I decided to sing!

Hook


Obvrse Barwin - Oh Lord

"This song is dedicated to my father, real hey pop"

Hook:

Wash away my tears
I can’t conceive 
A taste of heaven
Paralyzed…

Verse:

5 stages of grief what do I do I got stage fright/
Rap’s this unexpected gift I don’t know what to say I…/
I believe we’ve all got a certain light about us but for you to best picture what I’m feeling I need mine to hit the page just right/ 
Making sure that behind each bar these rows of letters looking just as cool as those rows of bottles/
Always worrying I picked the wrong line like I was someone in a hurry in a packed McDonald’s/
I don’t know how /
I don’t know why /
But critics weighing on my heart/
It hurts and I’m okay that it hurts/
Cuz I never would’ve got to say goodbye/
She would’ve died wondering why her little boy faces the wall when she tries to kiss him good night/

Hook

Verse:

Hey Dad, you okay/
I’m so sorry I left that day/
Funny how I’d prolly be more at peace if when you asked me you leaving? I’d a answer Nah I’m a stay/
It’s not the words I didn’t say/
It’s the song I didn’t play/
That song you and mom used to love I’d always play on the sax
But I was so scared/
I still am/
Walking to school wishing I could squeeze your hand instead of my backpack’s straps/
My stomach beating/
Cuz my heart fell into it/
Only reason I’m alive is cuz it’s using my esophagus as a hollow reed to keep breathing/
Rhymes so personal got me naked in the open guess I’m streaking flushing meadows/
I wanted to show you how I love words just like you but those classes and programs almost took that from me so I took the AP out of “read prose” and that’s red rose/
Show you how this music got me transformed imaginary all-spark/
How I’m ready for what comes next spitting three eyed crow bars/
I wish I… Well sometimes I find pieces of paper hand written by you… then I draw little stick arms and little stick legs on the “I’s” so just for a second I can see myself as a man in your eyes/



Hook


Verse:

I love you, you’re my Dad you’re my hero/
But please don’t leave me please don’t/
I won’t have any friends, that’s where my feeling of emptiness comes from, all the kids keep a void in me so…/
I know/
I know people react to me like I do to that Norwegian letter: what a weird O/
I know/
I’ve always felt your pain like your spiritual animal was a cross-eyed bear/
It’s because it went from the back of your mind to the front of my head that I love my patch of grey hair/
Hey Dad how did you get your ribs to loosen their grip? /
Mine feel skeletal hand that reflex squeeze when something startles my heart/
I’m so sorry she got sick/
She’s drifting away dad and this time it’s not on inflatable crocodiles at the beach on a windy day/
The night’s quietly erasing her eyes and slowly there won’t be a difference between the sea and the skies/
So I have to go Dad…/
But this time I wont be coming back okay? /
I’m so sorry you’ll never get to dance with her again because I told her it would be better if she was dead/
I was lying/

Outro:

We were father and son, brothers in arms and I always wanted it to be just us two but not like this nah…/
This song is dedicated to my father: Real Hey Pop’/
We were father and son, brothers in arms and I always wanted it to be just us two but not like this, not like this…/

Hook


Obvrse Barwin - Stage Fright (Letter To My Father)[ Bassman Mix ]

Verse

Dutch oven in a flower bed/
Fruit punch powder inside the shower heads/
Defiant toddler out of bed/
Lights out/
I don’t Peter Pan handle keep your two cents of advice about adult life/
I’m a rap and get that Merovingian cake/
Get all the girls, I’m a own asses, long lost relative of Jackie K/
First things first, Ladies/
Please don’t shut your American Pie Holes/
The toilet paper roll /
Next to my computer run out quicker than the one in the bathroom and we three roommates dropping loads/
Too much info in my songs Y-O/
Could Superman’ve seen through her BS if he was being lead on/
I bet he would’ve taken her flower sprinkled the petals on another woman’s bed spread Huh?/
No regrets, her ass make my pallet go cleft/
I want my face smooshed, squished between her breasts/

Hook

Nah Nahlisten now Obvrse Barwin buggin' out
Forest Gums Forest Gums
Nah Nah listen now Obvrse Barwin buggin' out
Shattered all my braces always runnin' my mouth
Nah Nah listen now Obvrse Barwin buggin' out
Flash crooked smiles : girl can I tap that
She said nah nah nah


Call me Forest Gums all of my friends call me Forest Gums
Shattered all my braces I’m always running my mouth
Flashing crooked smiles
Asking girl can I tap that
Like a suspect phone line
She said no no listen now
She said no no listen now
Obvrse Barwin bugging out

Verse

Sloppy seconds like my watch ain’t Swiss/
She wet like SpongeBob her main squeeze/
Ladies/
I want a fuck buddy/
A girl that touch wood and I get lucky/
How much more does your spine need to be flexed for your legs to stay open longer than the stiff new books I got to study/
History teacher explaining evolution tellin’ us mankind went from drawing to writing, I beg to differ/
Raised my hand showed her how my class notes went from me writing to a little comic strip about her obese self entitled 3 Times the lady Lionel Richie Sing about and maybe bigger/
That’s the first girl to point towards the door glaring at me yelling OUT louder than a tennis line judge/
Me and Bassman a decade later got her cross-eyed our middle finger up against her nose HEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!/

Hook

Obvrse Barwin - Forest Gums Feat. Amar (Alternate Version)

The Original Bite

Flute playin’ virgin
Tempted by my serpent
Bit my Adam’s apple she was bad and it was good
She played he loves me loves me not with the flower I took
But I stopped her pulled her in close and said look
That feelin’ that you got in the pit of your stomach
Is just that… the pit in your stomach
From the forbidden fruit
She grinned said our love story deserves a Holy Shit
Kissed me  pulled me in close and said slowly
Witness the fall of this man and Eve’s drop
Love is blind I can’t trust him who sees all
Our Eden habits worse than some obese sloth's
Down to earth but keep my head in the clouds with these thoughts
Strip music of emotion look your heart beat’s off
Your rhymes are like poorly executed selfie crops
There’s no you in them
Make yourself in my image?
Unoriginal syntax! So help me god


20syl - Copycat Feat Fashawn (Obvrse Barwin Remix - The Original Bite)

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Tracklist:
TRACKLIST:

The Geek X VRV - I Shouldn’t Know
MC2 - Walkin (LFE Remix)
Afu Ra - Whirlwind Through Cities (Acapella) 
Tambour Battant - Myself with U (MC2 Remix) 
Jurassic 5 - High Fidelity (Acapella) 
Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity (The Noisy Freaks Remix) 
Major Lazer X DJ Snake Ft  Mø - Lean On (Acapella) 
The Funk Hunters - (Untitled Beat)
Chali 2na - Let's Start Feat. Cx & Nigel Hall (Acapella)
AMB - Get Up
Opiuo - Africano 
Wet Paint - Gold Lights 
Tropkillaz & Buku - Follow the Beat 
Franz Ferdinand - No You Girls (Grizzle Remix)
SoundSnobz - Nuffin
Qdup - Funk & Dance (K+Lab Instrumental Remix) 
Exmag & Russ Liquid - VHS
Nate Dogg - I got Love (Acapella) 
Griz - Get Down ft. Sunsquabi and Manic Focus 
Odezsa - Say My Name (Acapella) 
Temu - Ode to Boosty
Phony PPL - End Of The Night (Louis Futon Remix) 
Kendrick Lamar - King Kunta (SkiiTour Remix)
Gregory Porter - Liquid Spirit (Claptone Remix) 

The Funk Hunters - Northmix

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Ingénieur du Son: Alexandre Montel
(formation aux USA à Full Sail University spécialisation Recording Arts)

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