"ASHES" is an apparently unfinished song by Rav and the 10th track of Rav's "Vol. 5​.​5 EP".
This is not mine, all credits go to Rav and Exociety.

Credits:

exociety:
Linktree: https://linktr.ee/exociety
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/exociety

Rav:
Linktree: https://linktr.ee/iamrav
Bandcamp: https://iamrav.bandcamp.com/

Vol. 5​.​5 EP

ASHES (old unfinished song)

Rav - ASHES (old unfinished song)

A song inspired by the Robert Eggers' film "The Lighthouse".

prod. @wurlishmouk
mix. @headhaunter
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I thought I saw it inside yesterday’s tide
below the leaky vessels that our yellow rays guide
and inky albatross feathers take flight
far above a trident wielding god who tethers great whites

the lighthouse stretches so high
and the fire in the top is like a lidless gold eye
spire on a rock and a witless lowlife
with a wooden figurine that he whittles all night

I looked into the sea and saw a shimmering light
and the shadow of his famous weapon with its three spikes
where souls of dead sailors hold their mysteries tight
and are only freed from their shackles when the king likes

mermaid dreams, salty foam skies
wailings of a siren but the harpies don’t cry
bloated whale carcass and larvae grown flies
spectre sails flown where the pirate parties won’t pry

mesmerized by the burning wick bright
stare at black waves infinite that turn your insides
work there with a person that you’re sure to despise
as you murmur words of murder ’til it hurts your windpipe

empty lobster traps and the last red drop of wine
spoiled rations lost among the jagged rocks and brine
talking at seagulls that clearly haven’t got the time
slack jawed and petrified within the lantern’s haunting shine

a bloody film encrusting the entire shoreline
dark tentacles that twist and curl inside a warped mind
a sacred fish is skewered on Poseidon’s fork tines
in the deep where drowned heroes in their final form dine

The Lighthouse (prod. wurlishmouk)

I'm getting Dahm.(Constellations 1&2)on this one it's gonna slap

love, sadkid finally got copyright striked from streaming. Will be reuploading without '3rd period' ASAP, but until I become big money man I gotta be way more careful around samples.

Way Too Bad! prod. leftfield(demo)

TYKE is entirely self-produced, self-recorded, self-mastered, and self-written. It was created over a year and a half or so, spawning from places of grief & sadness but also places of confidence & perseverance. It's a body of work that celebrates the unique musical identity of its creator and his eclectic collection of influences. TYKE is a love letter to lessons learned in hard ways.

Lived In

RAPTURE SCHOOL

Don't Wake Me Up

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter

Featuring:
https://soundcloud.com/boof-radley

Produced by:
https://soundcloud.com/amstergates

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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Headhaunter - Two Women (ft. Boof Radley)

Prod. @btmkr3000
Mix. @ibr
Art. me

Lyrics:
I keep my mind off the bigger picture
Listening to the synthetic purr of the engine as rainclouds fill the mirrors
And watch the droplets snake their way up on the windshield
With a hologram in shotgun and she wonders how the drips feel on her skin
Drift above this neon-lit metropolis I washed up in
Without a thought put forward to my origin
All I want's a drink, I don't care for program glitches
And all these intricate components as my cold hand twitches in artificial skin
I'm indifferent to these advertisements
Half the time it's so called upgrades for a galvanized limb
Cobalt sun rays come through the tint on the spinners windows
I just talk with that hologram while passing Nintendo billboards
She tends to flicker when she's syncing
She winks and says she wishes she was real, I don't share the same ambitions
Abandoned buildings drape their silhouettes on the skyline
She shrinks and pirouettes upon the dash 'til it's twilight
She's enamored by bright lights and her hand points to them all
I just do my job to stop these android coup de tats
She always talks about secrets and missing truths
I just drift off to the sound of the rain as it hits the roof

2049

https://open.spotify.com/track/3FUduQiKkU7gugRozTqxq1?si=nH3woo7MQRa2nfKT3u9ivg

https://open.spotify.com/album/2tMdQLPivFSoqunbhSvCoa?si=cprPtDc0SFmpFCQk4Mwc7g

https://iamrav.bandcamp.com/album/b-sides-rarities-vol-3-2011-2015

B-Sides & Rarities Vol.3 [2011-2015]

Rav - RICOCHET

https://iamrav.bandcamp.com/album/b-sides-rarities-vol-5-2011-2016

B-Sides & Rarities Vol.5 [2011-2016]

Tell Me If You Believe [Flaccid Force Interlude]

prod. @Whyandotte
mix. @ibr & @Whyandotte
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
My hand burst forth, and I followed right after/
with a pocket knife and sights of a long divine pasture/
a walking disaster, eyes like binary sunsets/
2D grinning mug, my finger guns would fire like Cuphead/

I loopholed laws of gravity, but dropped my set of car keys/
too afraid of being judged, was blacking out at guilty parties/
couldn’t even take the stand, or complete a fucking sentence/
so I bled my case dry, and then I hit the bar defenceless/ 

look, everything down here tastes like rhubarb/
the sun just winked out but the moon’s large/
army crawl out of midnight with new scars/
and a few bruises, marooned where your troops aren’t/

then I panic over nothing like a false alarm/
anxiety’s evolved into a second form that’s off and on/
see the large amounts of cash are changing disembodied palms/
but I can’t catch ‘em at all, this Haunter’s poor, c’mon/


I could use a buck or two it’s hunting season/
eating sickening meat that I found in a freezer’s deep end, sleep in weekends/ 
and wake without a singular second, I bend ‘em and stretch ‘em myself/
drinking the minutes I blend and then sever the digits off hands of clocks at twelve/

then wolf them down like finger food and chew forever on a rhubarb stalk/
where fumes peel the paint off walls as the room’s gone dark/
the floor opens up red with all the nuance gone/
I take the escalator down, with my shoes untied/

onto paths where time’s passed towards that fresh crater/
where the flowers grow in white grass, their bulbs have dead layers/
I can watch the butterflies hatch from Rorschach test papers/
waiting there inside of a box, I’m sure they’ll check later/

but everything down here tastes like rhubarb/
think the sun just winked out, plus the moon’s gone/
ruminating out loud on what you think you deserve/
as your friends read their words off of cue cards/



Add up everything that isn’t adding up (adding up)/
obsess about it like it isn’t bad enough (bad enough)/
it’s the main issue that’s at hand I haven’t touched/
using any fucking excuse I can think of as a crutch/
x2



My head’s out the window of an overturned car/
start to crawl through the debris of that stone curtain wall/
and drag what’s left of my knees away from the lights in the distance/
like diamond holes with square pegs, I’m just trying to fit in/

I should reset my ambitions back to their factory settings/
and then install a dream deleting button and happily press it/
letting reality set in, except I’m trapped at the zenith/
still grasping at any straws I got, I can’t go defend it/

man, I’m too co-dependent, and too fucking selfish/
I’m way too damn sour, power through tough defences/
with a void in my stomach and eyes like thermite explosions
the rules have been destroyed or bent, as permitted per my emotions/

slowly sink beneath the sands of time but now the pace is quickening/
bringing it to a speed that can turn any face to smithereens/
dropped in the dead space between worlds, I float there alone/
with nothing but a pocket knife and nowhere to go/

Don't Wake Me Up

Delphino