A song about skating in the evening, alone or with friends


lyrics:
Two figures kept the forlorn cement warm
Gravity and thighs of adamantium forced forth
The adolescent psyches' somas
In the quiescent, fetal Kona
Disregard the faux hoverboards
We've got motorless maple
Scaled a barricade to cruise where it's vacant
Lunar spotlight illumines the intruding hooligans
Halted by the scent of sentient bacon on two legs
Paranormal pansophy or simply through a cam lens?
Off our Amish tech and returned to circuitry
The cerulean shuttle with the strength of Hercules
Evicted with leniency
Driving law-abiding like the DMV
And that's a single eve
Each a window for relief
Beneath dusty craters from the anchors
Navigate the labyrinth
Pavement mavericks reign on at the latest

Wanderers warm the crete
In the hours of gloaming
Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere
Now's our chance to sleep
But we'd rather be roaming
A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal

Evenings solitaire to cogitate amor
The vehicle in hand
Vans planted in the flora
Dark fields, vicinity reminiscient of the Further
Minus eerie vibes of a disembodied Bishara
Happily alone, take a gaze at the welkin
This environs pacifies the anxious soul that dwells it
I talk to myself, we share all the same interests
It's stupid that humans chat while neither's trying to listen
Social introvert lying with Gaia beneath the astral sheets
A blissful dalliance, relaxing me when lacking apathy
To a degree
Or needing time to think
And when boredom emerges, reboard the wooden plank
Soaring over shades of gray in a shady modus operandi
Through the zephyr with esoteric sonic treasures
Flowing to the brain
Grip on the stars of David and diamonds
Grates the rubber
Risk killing my arse on pavement

A wanderer warms the crete
In the hours of gloaming
Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere
Rest under a tree
Urban nomad therapy
A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal

Wanderers warm the crete
In the hours of gloaming
Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere
Now's our chance to sleep
But we'd rather be roaming
A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal

(wanderers warm the crete)
In the hours of gloaming
Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere
Rest under a tree
Urban nomad therapy
A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal

Celoche - Wanderers

Do your laundry

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Lyrics:
Galactic thinking my mind is out of this world
I bring it down to the ground but in orbit it swirls
Hurled at different thoughts
My world is put on pause
I'm searching for some answers but answers will get you lost
Lost and disconnected from unconventional thought
Redraw your perceptions, your recollections are shot
And if you had to think about really who's God,
I'll give 10 secs like a goldfish you already forgot
Ya the world is like a goldfish tank
We tryna swim around
10 secs is all it takes to loose your power
One eye on your side
One eye on the other half
One eye on your future
The other glances on the altered past
Load the light and darks
And a 3rd with a mix
Laundry time separates but you need all three to live
You couldn't see out your 3rd eye
To read between burned lines
Too heated from served lies
And learn how to shift

I've been writing for days
Ya my screen's bright red
Like a zombie I play
Brightness on high
Lyrical game gone sci-fi
Hungry for brains
Collecting knowledge like the Borg mind
Ya my mind is bored of these games,
Bored of these games
Searching for a score
A bag full of notes with range
That don't have me door to door
Fuck it ya I'm done with these jobs
I'm ready to swim, shit, and never to flop

Wonton soup change, seeming strange
Always out of place, you can feel it in the helicase
Narrow meal array, she ameliorates
Freeing that in three gens, I will be erased
Using Hitch for the mantra right now
'You is a fluid concept right now'
Shapeshifting before the crete dries,
if that's even a thing
Guess I'll feast my eyes
Oh, protagonist, at least in his mind
Whining til the end of time
Decomposed kite-flyer to the Jackson 5
Troglodyte white-lying for a badass line
Digitized, bills light at the laundromat
Creaky spot where the tenant does the pondering at
Walls are packed
Pages fill the knowledge gaps
I can tune out all the balderdash

I've been writing for days
Ya my screen's bright red
Like a zombie I play
Brightness on high
Lyrical game gone sci-fi
Hungry for brains
Collecting knowledge like the Borg mind
Ya my mind is bored of these games,
Bored of these games
Searching for a score
A bag full of notes with range
That don't have me door to door
Fuck it ya I'm done with these jobs
I'm ready to swim, shit, and never to flop

Traces of LSD in the native tongue
Face in the 3-by-3 like the Brady Bunch
Vertebrae, heard they may need a light straightening up
Take it with a grain, it's just a crazy hunch
We're all just children in aging bodies
Moseby says 'No hating in the lobby'
Rarely 420 blazing, earn 4 20s, 80
and parade without shade for when it's raining
Look of the month is waterlogged
Stride in dripping like a goggle dog
Hip as Johnny Bravo's mom
One too many days spent
waiting for the page to load on Zombo.com
Triple dot, triple dot (triple dot)
Can't slow the monologue
Ease off the pedal, end up with the combo lost
Boring through a wall of fog
Best to end a space tour of the former cosmonaut
But still not enthralled a lot when a John Doe talks

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Buy
celoche.bandcamp.com/album/laundromat

Follow Jonny Prima
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https://www.instagram.com/jonn_cs/

Scratches by DJ Kano
www.instagram.com/kano_beats/

Laundromat (feat. Jonny Prima & DJ Kano)

Do your laundry

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Lyrics:
Wonton soup change, seeming strange
Always out of place, you can feel it in the helicase
Narrow meal array, she ameliorates
Freeing that in three gens, I will be erased
Using Hitch for the mantra right now
'You is a fluid concept right now'
Shapeshifting before the crete dries,
if that's even a thing
Guess I'll feast my eyes
Oh, protagonist, at least in his mind
Whining til the end of time
Decomposed kite-flyer to the Jackson 5
Troglodyte white-lying for a badass line
Digitized, bills light at the laundromat
Creaky spot where the tenant does the pondering at
Walls are packed
Pages fill the knowledge gaps
I can tune out all the balderdash

Traces of LSD in the native tongue
Face in the 3-by-3 like the Brady Bunch
Vertebrae, heard they may need a light straightening up
Take it with a grain, it's just a crazy hunch
We're all just children in aging bodies
Moseby says 'No hating in the lobby'
Rarely 420 blazing, earn 4 20s, 80
and parade without shade for when it's raining
Look of the month is waterlogged
Stride in dripping like a goggle dog
Hip as Johnny Bravo's mom
One too many days spent
waiting for the page to load on Zombo.com
Triple dot, triple dot (triple dot)
Can't slow the monologue
Ease off the pedal, end up with the combo lost
Boring through a wall of fog
Best to end a space tour of the former cosmonaut
But still not enthralled a lot when a John Doe talks

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Buy
celoche.bandcamp.com/album/laundromat

Scratches by DJ Kano
https://www.instagram.com/kano_beats/

Laundromat (feat. DJ Kano) [Solo Version]

Fried - Instrumental

Puzzle Pieces - Instrumental

Wanderers - Instrumental

Laundromat - Instrumental

A song about addictions and supernormal stimuli (mainly porn and food), and getting away from it all, through the metaphor of space/astral travel.
Unbound. Out of bounds.
Imagine if space went far enough to where you went off-map, like glitching out a videogame, and there were other-dimensional beings, etc.
That was what I had in mind when I wrote it in....2021 I think?
Also, I use the term "shawty" for fun sometimes, but I think it breaches un-ironic in this song, so I had to get meta about it at the end haha
Anyways, I hope you enjoy. 

Here it is on Bandcamp:
https://celoche.bandcamp.com/album/out-of-bounds

Lyrics:
I hold strength in my hands
My hope keeps me going, going
I hold strength in my hands
My will keeps me going

Packed my things, on a path that brings
great discomfort to cast away apathy
Fasting in a landless land
Where natives never heard of gravity
Never-seen degree of depravity
Walk in what used to be the dopamine sea
Head-scratching astral beings
Clogged nadis
Keep the hotties at bay
Ancient thoughts of "shawty shawty" yottameters away
Thankyou for the stimuli but just one complaint
You seem to have sent the supernormal kind
Forms not meant for humankind or any life whatsoever
Now I'm fried and my hands are tied
And my finding of the answer's why you won't
find me with the strongest telescope, bye
Pondered a trail of hella rope and I said nope
If I never return home, I'll visit in the melatonin
Trippy swevens where your friend's unbroken

(Shawty shawty)
On an odyssey
Spacecraft nearing beyond out-of-reach
Never knew there was a problem til now
Flee from the hooks til you're out of bounds

(Shawty shawty)
On an odyssey
Spacecraft nearing beyond out-of-reach
Never knew there was a problem til now
Flee from the hooks til you're out of bounds

Keep it secret
All my life's pieces hide in microfiche
Only mites read my diary
Yearned permanency in the driver's seat
Duster to the mind fuzz and drives on a leash
Finally
Sights set on the lodestar, adamant gaze
A palpable vector on the map of space
Take a seat with me, I'll tell you a story
about the bottomless pit who learned to break his satiety
(You overzealous son of a-)
Nommed forever with no end in sight
Now on hold to resensitize
Don't undermine it
We're not arriving tonight through rubber science,
just the sheer power of Orion
Twas a late start and slow waddle
Had to echolocate role models
Now the friends are made of neutrinos, angels my people
Out here in domains where they feel the cosmos strongest
Channel the comic and the "shawty" is on it
Say something so much it's no longer ironic

(Shawty shawty)
On an odyssey
Spacecraft nearing beyond out-of-reach
Never knew there was a problem til now
Flee from the hooks til you're out of bounds

(Shawty shawty)
On an odyssey
Spacecraft nearing beyond out-of-reach
Never knew there was a problem til now
Flee from the hooks til you're out of bounds

I hold strength in my hands
My hope keeps me going, going
I hold strength in my hands
My will keeps me going

Celoche - Out of Bounds

Get it on Bandcamp here:
https://celoche.bandcamp.com/album/out-of-bounds

Celoche - Out of Bounds (Instrumental)

Written in an all-nighter, summer 2019, with the homie Benji



Released on 9/09 but had to reupload because there was a bad click at the beginning

Celoche & Benji D - Flight 909

Written/released February, 2019
2020 remaster

[EXPLICIT]

lyrics:
low mood, grow wool
toadstools can teach a school
show parameters I never knew
superglue in the shnoz
garbage in the tract
overstimulated, FRIED in the mind,
drained sack
antisocial meeds hands me dopamine
but I've had too much
must unplug
needing days off the grid
will I win or will addiction kick me in the dick?
- or shin?
give me a dictionary
is there a word for dislike of maraschino cherries?
better scribe
hook up my mic and release
before rancor takes a seat on the couch of opinion
propel me forward as the gear spins
rack and pinion
tracking position:
crafting submarines earns my mini income
2019 won't cease 'til I complete my album
info sponge is numbed
I'm feeling need
chica R-bombing like the Middle East
and the fact it's stressing me's a
vibrant neon sign that I need time solo
focus on alchemy in the bare-walled dojo
meditate and read
countless ardors to feed
I'm flowing in an endless stream
rest in peace, the sleep routine
this is sweet poutine

and depression will settle
the chemicals alter

depression will settle
the chemicals alter
strengthen after the falter

Celoche - Fried

Written just days before the ending of a relationship
That whole period in my life was full of strong emotions
I'm really grateful that a frozen piece of that time was preserved
Here's Puzzle Pieces

Written in April 2019
Remastered and officially released

lyrics:
zealous and eager
hearts of the keepers
sequence-skippers, frequent window-licker
and cool sipper
chipper
mellow down the drain
plumb and find me placated
lack of past had me painstaking
sorry, my bad
floorplant in many aspects
where's the tact?
might get shot a million more
'tis but another archer's hit perhaps
or shish-kebabbed at the cartilage
(the latter would be marvelous)
runny-nose Bud Dwyer
the culprit not the wiser
evolving to a twenty-fiver
psyche quite the lag-behinder
Aphrodite-analyzer 
(hyphen abuse)
anyhoo
there's no pessimism in the petting zoo,
often washed in azul and green hues
for now, sink deep in the sheets and
dream a lovely aftermath
nurture up the fragile glass with 
understanding unsurpassed

clash morphs to harmony
- or so i hope 'twill be
puzzle pieces oh so fitting
puzzle pieces likely fitting

Celoche - Puzzle Pieces

Rapper/producer for your 5am

contact me through soundcloud or my email:
celochemusic@gmail.com

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Celoche

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