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DESIGN: @hendrixg.art
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can’t sleep through those shrieks from the next room 
got their whole life running off of best moods
and if those shots to the brain don’t come through
can’t even use their body then there’s no food

weeds gnashing at our legs in the gale
red or yellow itches got dug out with nails 
in the field you can only hide behind the bales 
francis drake chasing down all these sales

out here it’s a desert no sand just dust
if this was egypt you’d be heading out west cuz
like they thought nothing lived out there but death does
obsessed with doing missions call it questlove

trent reznor on your liar’s chair you can bring no hurt
flowers on the trees swelling and we can make the sticks burst
i don’t kick with bitches word
the boys taking blocks leave them no land like the kurds

i’ve earnt to stay home and rest on laurels
running up bags of rock that’s live like coral
golden paddock and the rich smell of wattle
geese getting throttled then spilling out offal

see how things are ive never been coddled
they realised i was out on road and the cobble
alien anger on a face with the skin mottled
hit the bottle pull on the rose gogglescan’t sleep through those shrieks from the next room 
got their whole life running off of best moods
and if those shots to the brain don’t come through
can’t even use their body then there’s no food

weeds gnashing at our legs in the gale
red or yellow itches got dug out with nails 
in the field you can only hide behind the bales 
francis drake chasing down all these sales

out here it’s a desert no sand just dust
if this was egypt you’d be heading out west cuz
like they thought nothing lived out there but death does
obsessed with doing missions call it questlove

trent reznor on your liar’s chair you can bring no hurt
flowers on the trees swelling and we can make the sticks burst
i don’t kick with bitches word
the boys taking blocks leave them no land like the kurds

i’ve earnt to stay home and rest on laurels
running up bags of rock that’s live like coral
golden paddock and the rich smell of wattle
geese getting throttled then spilling out offal

see how things are ive never been coddled
they realised i was out on road and the cobble
alien anger on a face with the skin mottled
hit the bottle pull on the rose goggles

Alien FEAT. TROY JUNIOR (PROD. SAV182)

Thinkback

The original stargazer Okee returns to Codename with our first solo LP on the label, bringing eleven cosmic excursions into atmospheric drum & bass from this sublime artist.

Available on digital and limited edition collectors CD.

Links:
https://codenamercrds.bandcamp.com/album/behind-the-sun-winds
https://cygnusmusic.link/4xzp863

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Okee - Abacus

Your Spirit is a reminder of the strength inside us —
the part that doesn’t break,
that rises when the world tries to quiet our fire.

This track is about inner power,
the energy that lives beneath the noise,
beneath the doubt,
beneath the moments that try to dim us.

When life tests you…
your spirit answers.

Atmospheric. Emotional. Elevated.
A pulse for anyone reconnecting to their true self —
and stepping into their light.

— QUANTYNE
Published by Whole Brain Corp.

Your Spirit

Out Eastern ft. Philmon - Lynwood Parade 
Instrumental: J Dilla - Flowers
written, mixed and mastered by 01.EKKA Featuring Philmon
Cover art by Athan Agris of SeventySeven

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