Lyrics by anonymous

At the edge of town there is a gorge,
On a cliff overlooking that gorge is a tree
And this tree bears many fruits, none of them the same.
I grew on this tree, overlooking the gorge;
Today I will fall onto the sharp rocks
That line the bottom.
My skin will split, exposing wasps and stones and rotted mold,
The dirt and rocks will be stained bright with juice.
I hope you won’t see me like that.
 
I hope the birds and ants strip my flesh
Until all that’s left is the gleaming white pit.
I hope you plant me
Someplace I can be reborn and grow my own tree,
My own fruit,
To drop on the ground,
Where they can open up hearts of their own onto the sharp, red rocks.

I'm an independent music producer based in Brooklyn, NY.

This project was meant to capture my early assortment of electronic and acoustic tracks, as rough and sloppy as they often appear to be. It has since been deprecated. 

My newer work of this nature can be found here:
@bigsmoneys

My drum and bass project can be found here:
@subwayjamz

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