Instrumental cover (trumpet and trombone) of Sam Smith's "The Lighthouse Keeper"

The Lighthouse Keeper

Avenue L

Avenue L - The Bobby St. Mute Big Band

RE:DISCOVERY

04 - RE ALIGN

With so many things yelled and screamed and accused and exclaimed, I often feel there are no words left to say. Inspired by Paul Lansky, Imogen Heap, Bon Iver, and Vienna Teng, I tried to say that which needs no words.

Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek" is listed on Wikipedia as Folktronica and Ambient, so that's the genre I chose this time.

Our Own Thing

No Words Left To Say

The official Colombian Remix to upcoming single "Infected" available everywhere music is streamed SOON.

Infected (Remix Colombiano) [Feat. Pressi]

Lyrics:

Intro:
(Bobby bring the horns in!)
(Yeah! Rufio! Bobby St. Mute! Uh-huh)
(Let me tell you one thing about my life, one thing I learned this past year)

Verse 1:
I wear the wrong clothes
I walk the wrong way
I get judged by those dead eyes every day
Why did being petty suddenly become cool?
Whole school of tools legistlatin' social rules

I'm just tryin' to keep it real day by day 
Workin' hard, rise and grind, can you say the same? (nope)
Why you tryna flex when you ain't got no muscle?
And why you tryna flaunt when you ain't got no hustle?

 
Pre-chorus 1:
I'm done with the masks
I'm done with the cliques
I'm done with the faux friends
I'm done with the pics
Fed up with double taps
Not lookin' for your reactions
These fractured factions slaves to a caption

Chorus:
Listen, I know, you're just tryin' to make it
But there's more to life than fake smiles and facelifts
It's a "Brave New World" so is it any wonder?
I'm glad to move on
Have a great summer.

It ain't worth it, don't lose your soul
The truth is worth its weight in gold

(Yeah, let me talk to 'em again)

Verse 2: 
Oh! The decadance! As you set depressing precendents
Media presence full of ficticious pasts and presents
Number of views and pics of who's who leavin' us asking who's you? Et tu Brute?
Constantly countin' compliments causes cataracts
truth hacky sack, heart attack, step on a crack, your mother's back
Whoop! There goes vanity!
Whoop! There goes sanity!
Seven rings, iced bling, extra ranch but bluffing the wings

It ain't worth it, don't lose your soul
The truth is worth its weight in gold

Pre-chorus 2:
Why you tryna flex when you ain't got no muscle?
Why you tryna flaunt when you ain't got no hustle?
Why you tryna flex when you ain't got no muscle?
Why you tryna flaunt when you ain't got no hustle?


Chorus:
Listen, I know , you're just tryin' to make it
But there's more to life than fake smiles and fake tits
Dead the nonsense six feet under,
I'm glad to move on — have a great summer.
(This is to all you fakes — all you fakes who signed my yearbook)
Have a great summer.

H.A.G.S. (feat. Rufio)

Passenger Seat Wormhole

Tell Me That You Need Me (Album Version)

Rework of 3 a.m. for the forthcoming "Our Own Thing" album

3 a.m. (Album Rework)

Harvest - Single

Harvest

Harvest (feat. Kylie Ann)

I play the trumpet and I struggle to classify my music.

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