Baritone

Ecstasy

I wrote this song in anticipation of Star Wars 7 for the Star Wars fans to enjoy...

geek me, all-knowing
box-set stay open
May 4th, I'm hoping
Luke gonna be
hot as before
'cause Ren looks hardcore
and I don't want Sith running the galaxy

Mark Hamill can handle 
anything with a handle
blaster gun or lightsaber
anything, he's the son of Vader!
but do you think it's a gamble,
like playing Sabacc with Lando?
to put Luke up against 
the new generation of force-using bad folk?
nah, I got faith
you know I just can't wait
and I find your lack of it so disturbing
'cause Luke is a king and the Sith are vermin 
churning in their twisted sermons 
Obi-Wan was so discerning
but only Luke knew he could turn him
man, it's good that he's returning!

geek me, all-knowing
box-set stay open
May 4th, I'm hoping
Luke gonna be
hot as before
'cause Ren looks hardcore
and I don't want Sith running the galaxy

my May 4th musings...
when the good guys are losing
the hope still lives on, 
that's "Empire Strikes Back" proven 
Rebels are the ones who keep choosing
to do good when the galaxy's not grooving  
and we should back them to stop Ren 
but hey what do I know?
I'm just a super fan with a flow
Star Wars freak, and might explode
In the cinema when those trumpets blow
and the yellow writing fills my soul
Imma cry tears, scream and lose control
Carrie fishing for a foe, to fight with that lightsaber glow
rumour has it that Kylo 
is taking over sand and snow

geek me, all-knowing
box-set stay open
May 4th, I'm hoping
Luke gonna be
hot as before
'cause Ren looks hardcore
and I don't want Sith running the galaxy

don't want Sith running the galaxy

geek me, all-knowing
box-set stay open
May 4th, I'm hoping
Luke gonna be
hot as before
'cause Ren looks hardcore
and I don't want Sith running the galaxy (X2)
 
don't want Sith running the galaxy

Written, performed, produced, mixed and mastered by Chris Cape.
www.chriscape.com

Mark Hamill Can Handle

Song: Lawnmower
Duration: 4.00
Artist: Chris Cape
Music by Chris Cape and Robert Scott
Lyrics by Chris Cape
Vocals, guitar, keyboards and programming by Chris Cape
Bass guitar, keyboards and programming by Robert Scott
Female vocals by Amy Walton
Mixed by Robert Scott
Mastered by Vlado Meller
Assistant mastering engineer: Jeremy Lubsey
Rap vocals recorded by Jonny Dosé (jonnydose.com)
Artwork by James William King
Photography by Oakpics (oakpics.com)
Website: chriscape.com
Contact: chriscapemail@gmail.com

Lyrics:

I’m making noise like a lawnmower
spit ‘til the dam(n) flood, 
maybe call Noah
write ‘til I drop dead
‘til I roll over
roll over Beethoven
it's a tall order
but I got Dutch in my veins
so maybe I can do it
I munch through the pain ‘til it tastes good, chew it
like Chewbacca chewing a shoe sucker
leather, no tougher than this 
but my teeth glide through it like butter
melting on a hot day
Adam made out of the clay
so that he would play
music and pray 
to the glory of God
tell the story of God
pop music, a rod
to point the way for the mob
who are lost on the atlas
mapless, no tactics
these little rats is
cogs in the ratchet 
am I no different? 
wasting my sibilance?
Lord help me make that better music of deliverance

Lawnmower.

no millions to my name
no minions to my aid
the mission stays the same
to decorate the page 
commemorate the rage
from the years that I slaved 
for nothing, so it seems
will I ever get paid?
for all the art that I create
sufficient for the time it takes
religiously I allocate
hope when it's in short supply
to dreaming of the day I rise
to work without the hows or whys
no need for any alibis
no shame remains in giving time
it’s all I have to give
in giving it to this, I live
the genie knows my only wish
is to breakout free from all this ish
breakthrough! Lord I pray right now
I pray for me and all crowd
Lord knows I love the crowd
everybody move your spirit as you sing it loud
let the heavens open, look up as you’re kneeling down
and maybe you can see it with him, peeping through the clouds
either way, I'll see you around

Lawnmower.







Lawnmower

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I’m beaten down by all the things that I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become

open fire,
the bullets I spray
bring life to the grave
and reshape the hardest clay
it's hard to say,
I'm some kind of a preacher
but even if I reach a person
out of a hundred, I'm satisfied,
and glad to meet 'ya
could it be the purpose for life,
to speak words that ignite
love in all people alive?
as just one firefly in a million lights,
we gotta a lot to get through so everybody gotta
nibble and bite

dribble and strike
fight for the meek with a might
fierce as an eagle in flight
climb up the steeple tonight
the view so regal, a sprite
lit like a flame in the sky
get out the string and the kite
and let it freely alight
until the tears wet the eyes
that have been swollen but dry
breathing the smoke from the pipe
they're blowing rings to entice
the core of the person into thinking
maybe they don't deserve to be living
and breathing, and acting
with freedom of mind

I’m beaten down by all the things that I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become

it's taken me a little longer, 
longer than it should have
I wish I could do it all again, 
I wish I could have
done it first time with the benefit of hindsight
I never would have carried all my gear that night
I never would have doubted super powers, powers on the mic
powers give a superhero power for hours to fight
cowering at my towering height, it's flowering time
bees circling the trees at the knees, devouring mine
swollen, thinking is it all worth it?
I can't smell the roses no I don't deserve this
I deserve the cheddar but I don't like the taste of diary
I guess that's fairly scary to parents who are trying to carry
the weight of a son who lost his life to music
in a world where it's not a currency of monetary uses
am I living too close to the nooses?
maybe winners are the losers,
but who chooses?

I don’t know what to say or do,
I don’t know...

I’m beaten down by all the things that I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become

-

Credits:

Written and produced by Chris Cape and Robert ‘Robsco’ Scott.
Chris Cape - Rap Vocals, Guitars, Programming, Percussion, Keyboards.
Robsco - Sung Vocals, Programming, Keyboards, Additional Guitar.
Mixed by Rob ‘Robsco’ Scott.
Mastered by Jonny Dosé.
Artwork by James William King.
Photography by Fanus Oosthuizen for Oakpics.


Worth It (feat. Robsco)

brown paper bag
why do I carry you?
when all you live to do
is bring me down
brown paper bag
inside the envelope
with the poem you wrote
telling me no

but friend why won't you stay
and search with me for grace?
for the gallows won't be saved from your weight
if the Sheriff has his way
I've seen it in his eyes
I know his evil kind
maybe a heart of gold inside,
but babe it's lost if it's hard to find
so I’m holding onto you
and this brown paper bag

Sheriff wanna call shots,
tie the knots
justice costs to much for him
so in a play where justice lost to lust
did all the lawmen trade gold for rust again?
must have been hard for him
but a harder skin is needed when
deeds in dim light starve two of oxygen
still Sheriff thinking he gonna win, gonna profit then
I guess we living in the Wild West
living in the Wild West
this place is the wildest
living in the Wild West
could it be that
this man is a tumble-weed on windy tracks
baby don’t listen he’s holding you back
he got the guns but his bullets are blank
he can only hurt you if you let him
now I’m sweating, don’t you get it
living life with a curfew
looking back on this moment I know that you’re gonna regret it
staring at me, (you) put your hand in your pocket
you take out the letter that tells me to stop it
tells me drop it
but baby I can’t
baby I won’t let you die
trapped in his hands

brown paper bag
why do I carry you?
when all you live to do
is bring me down
brown paper bag
inside the envelope
with the poem you wrote
telling me no

my friend why won't you stay
and search with me for grace?
for the gallows won't be saved from your weight
if the Sheriff has his way
I've seen it in his eyes
I know his evil kind
maybe a heart of gold inside,
but babe it's lost if it's hard to find
so I’m holding onto you
and this brown paper bag

I'll always carry you
with nothing else to do
but try

Brown Paper Bag

Written and produced by Chris Cape and Robert ‘Robsco’ Scott.
Chris Cape - Rap Vocals, Sung Vocals, Guitars, Bass Guitars and Programming.
Robsco - Sung Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards and Programming.
Mixed by Rob ‘Robsco’ Scott.
Mastered by Chris Cape.
Artwork by James William King.
Photography by Fanus Oosthuizen for Oakpics.

Give Me Love, I Won't Bring Trouble

Chris Cape is a Rapper/Guitarist born in Cape Town, RSA. Cape's latest effort 'The Lawnmower EP' is both experimental shows his witty writing, polished performance and eclectic production style.

Contact:
chriscapemail@gmail.com

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