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Dessa - IDES

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Produced by Michael Piroli, Andy Thompson, and Lazerbeak
Cello by Dan Lawonn
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Cover art by Kai Benson

Dessa - "Talking Business"

P.O.S and Astronautalis have joined forces to form FOUR FISTS. Doomtree Records proudly presents their debut release: a limited-edition 7-inch featuring two new songs, “Please Go” and “MMMMMHMMMMM,” and the instrumental version of each.

Astronautalis is part emcee, part method actor, with an uncanny ability to channel characters on the edge—of a breakdown, of a revelation, of a fistfight. P.O.S (Rhymesayers/Doomtree) made his name as a gifted risk-taker, fashioning head-nodding beats from strange noises, and writing anthemic lyrics from unexpected vantage points.

These first two tracks from FOUR FISTS were produced collaboratively by the duo, holed up in P.O.S’ attic during an exceptionally brutal Minnesota winter. In these songs, listeners will hear the rappers’ usual sharpness and a nod to traditional notions of hip-hop collaborations, but their noir approach yields an entirely new sound: dark choral layers and punk rock gang vocals create a sense of impending doom. “Please Go” is a haunting number that runs on thick, brooding bass; it’s shaped by a frayed synth, whispered vocal takes, and soaring strings that sweep in and out of the darkness like cars passing in the distance. “MMMMMHMMMMM” opens with quick snares, in the sharp staccato stabs of an Underwood typewriter, and a bass synth that pulses like an idling outboard motor, till the track explodes into a wall of layered drums and throat-shredding vocals—P.O.S and Astronautalis at their most deadly. The two songs clock in under 8 minutes and still hit like a ton of bricks, leaving you dizzy, breathless, and eager for this duo’s coming full length album.?

Four Fists "Please Go"

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak and Andy Thompson
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Art by Kai Benson

Dessa - "I Already Like You"

VERSE 1
Flip a coin, flip a car
I don’t care where we are
The picture and the sound won’t synch
And some things time can’t fix
I’m built for nights like this
Don’t mean I’m proud of it
And the rose in my teeth
Was a pin so it seems
You pull it and brace to blast
Get ready for the bang and flash
Alright just one last dance
make it fast

Prechorus
I know
How the tide pulls deep
Eyes open
But the mind’s asleep
Flash frozen
In the driver’s seat
Lights and motion
But they’re lost on me.

VERSE 2
There’s a dozen selves inside you
Tryna be the one to run the dials
And some aren’t even on your side
When the hunger comes and finds you,
only code it knows is rote survival
you’ll do the rest in your spare time
Tryna get that universal feeling
in an invite-only private room
guess the ring came off in the glove
Looks like you pawned the silver lining
Around the cloud that follows you
Guess that good old push came to shove

Prechorus
I know
How the tide pulls deep
Eyes open
But the mind’s asleep
Flash frozen
In the driver’s seat
Lights and motion
But they’re lost on me.

HOOK 1
Out in the water
You can’t touch bottom
It pulls you farther
Life on land forgotten

Verse 3
-4 bar instrumental-
The world rolls over
I’m pulled under
Stone cold sober,
But I feel nothing.

Bridge
I’m just a girl
In the body of a boy
In the belly of a whale
You can’t be sure
This far from shore
Which winds prevail

Prechorus
I know
How the tide pulls deep
Eyes open
But the mind’s asleep
Flash frozen
In the driver’s seat
Lights and motion
But they’re lost on me.

HOOK 2 (double)

OUTRO
Flip a coin, flip a car
I don’t care where we are

credits
released March 15, 2021
Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Produced by Andy Thompson, Lazerbeak, and Dessa
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Art by Kai Benson

Dessa - "Life On Land"

Verse 1
Ever since I was a little predator
Mom’s like, don’t get ahead of her
I was on the hunt for something better than the regular
And I knew there was candy at the register
So not about to settle for the vegetables.
Full grown, still got a sweet tooth
still tryna climb all the walls I can see, you
take your influences wichoo,
everywhere you go.
Mine were Carmen Sandiego
Lauryn Hill and Terry Gross.
But I’ve been playing hard to keep:
Kiss and teleport
Dark roots where the bleach won’t reach
Man, that’s gotta be a metaphor
But I’m still tryna storyboard it
Call me back if it’s important
If you’re looking for me
On this Tinder shit about partners in crime
Seems like Bonnie’s working little harder than Clyde
When it comes to the heist, doesn’t feel like a partnership
Cuz my accomplice is completely incompetent.

Nonsense 1
(Twizzlers)

Verse 2
Two bars walk into a joke.
First is a gold bar, other is soap.
Yo, lemme get the punchline I’m worth most
Gold says with a glass too full to toast
But Soap makes her voice go real low
Leans close
Rarely one to go boast
But when the banks hit the button, the credit goes down to nothing,
And the flood waters come in, then let’s see who floats.
Watch for unintended consequences—those you don’t see
The initials of your girlfriend could kill the fucking oak tree.
Nothing in my pocket but the body heat
Travel light, and mind your manners, man
That’s my foreign policy.

I’m that Netflix chick,
See the pieces on the ceiling—
The strategy above me
All the moves when I’m competing:
I’ll arrive by lightning bolt
Leave by cannonball
The china’s fine, man
The bull’s mechanical

Nonsense 2
(Robots)

Outro
A base hit is the son of a pitch
A tanning bed is the sun of the rich.
Son, keep your knuckles up, front of the fists
Don’t go broke, looking for something to fix

Released April 15, 2021
Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Produced by Paper Tiger, Andy Thompson, and Lazerbeak
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Cover art by Kai Benson
Lyric video by Matthew Levine - Cosmic Fox Media

Dessa - "Terry Gross"

First Time I Met Musik

A Healthy Distrust

Sea Lion

Hokey Fright

Boomerang

raps: @simsdoomtree @yeahrightpos 
beats: @lazerbeak @paper_tiger_doomtree

XANTHRAX - Single

XANTHRAX

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Music by Chance Lewis, Lazerbeak, Andy Thompson, and Dessa

Chime

5 out of 6

Dessa "5 out of 6"

@fourfists @yeahrightpos x @astronautalis #6666

Lyrics and vocals by P.O.S and Astronautalis
Produced by GOD.DAMN.CHAN
Additional edits and arrangement by Subp Yao

God Damn Chan!
Laced us with this beat
So now I grace this lovely shit
With something taken from the reaches of my dreams
Blood and guts
Fucker what's and accusations 
Pucker ups, sleeper nuts
And adult situations 

And dropping steady foot by foot
Story after story
Passing time, no time to take a look
Dory prolly sorry
Nemo lost but really ain't too shook
Stef is prolly left behind 
But chilling with a solid book

Like, like they ain't coming back 
And I refuse to feel a feeling
Like they ain't looking out
But I got eyes on every villain
Know the best way out
Like every room’s a burning building 
Show the worthless to the dumpster 
Keep the true and willing

Filling up on junk
Passing up on sustenance
Busting under stress they pushing buttons 
How they rest? I bet they don't
Like even if they earned it
Turn too many other cheeks 
You learn to watch em burn shit

[CHORUS]
I don't even know us anymore
I don't know how we got this far
How did we just get so far home?
We ain't in Kansas anymore

I was lost in the weeds 
Imbalanced chemically
Superchunk, indie punk
Tossing these seeds
Holding onto memories
Tracing these frail steps
Suicidal tendencies
Subliminally fucked with, yeah

Everybody love LA
Until you travel to the Bay
Everybody want to stray
Until you realize she bae

Lock it down! Block em out!
Put a ring up on it quick
In the club with you singing 
“Throw some D's up on that bitch!”
Empty floor! Let em talk!
We ain't worried bout that shit
Whole city is our club
And we run that fucking thing!

Broke in the construction site
Years before we'd ever fight
Making out in the street lights
Now this is fucking our life!

God damned fucking right!
God damned fucking right!
Now this is fucking our life!
God damned fucking right!

[CHORUS]

G.D.F.R

Title track from the new Four Fists album 6666 - in stores october 12, 2018 
Pre-order today at http://smarturl.it/fourfists6666
Tour dates: http://doomtree.net/shows

@fourfists is @yeahrightpos + @astronautalis
produced by @letmode 
additional edits + arrangement by @subpyao

I ain't never been to war
Knock on fucking wood
Neither have you
So, we’re doing pretty good
I ain't never killed a man
Once I stole to eat
I knew I wouldn't starve
So, it’s all just make believe

I think I'm George Patton
Herbert Hoover
Speaking Shakespeare to the stones
And hope that they'll be moved by words
Turn rivers into reservoirs 
I think I’m...fuck it!
I used to think I was Casanova
But I crumble nowadays
Whenever I sleep without her

I used to worship “Papa”
Spanish Civil War
Fishing off the Keys
Bullfights and cigars
Man, that shit don't work for me
I'm on some, “Fuck Bukowski!”
Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right
Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life

It's kinda nice!
Quiet life
Far from the guns of war
Run my fingers through the grass 
And listen to you talk
Sunlight in the curtains
Freckles on your skin
This is my Everest, this my Silk Road,
this my south pole, Shackleton

Yeah, life is protest
We are weapons
God damn, love like Arab Spring
There are frontiers
They are endless
And they’re in our everything

[CHORUS]
The sun ain’t set on me yet
I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone
Inside each life there are four fists
We are made whole through our broken jaws
Broken jaws

I'm ready, I’m patient, I wait
Wait…Wait…
No I ain't
I'm scared and I'm quick to escape 
“Yeah, he went that a way” 
Maybe flattered and scattering?
Or flattened and shattering?
Or collecting data?
I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling 

WHOA!
Free where the breeze will take me
Helium and balloon but no string
This what nobody wanted
We stuck so far under 
We so out of sync 
Just remember to breathe
Just remember to be
Just remember how beast you be
Reach for like anything 
Do that shit easy

Nothing comes easy
Just take it easy
Do what the needs be
There ain't no freebies 
Earn what you keeping
Or think they do not need me
Cuz they don't if you sleeping
Caught in the romance and drama of, “woe is me!”
Stopped em from catching they opening
And there won't be credits 
This won't stop happening, ever

[CHORUS]

I'm learning it never makes sense
And that's ok
That life is a weapon itself
With the sharpest blade

There is not a heaven or hell
Just each day
And life is a death in itself
And I can change

I'm learning to let go as well
It’s so strange
The past is a part of me now
There's no escape

I made up the bed by myself
So I'm sleepin in it
There is no erasing the past
To get back what I lost cuz
I ain't dead yet!

I ain’t dead! (x 1000)

6666

Produced by: Subp Yao
Lyrics and Lead Vocals: Astronautalis
Music: Subp Yao
Horns:
Bass:
Backing vocals: Bartees Strange

Mixed by: Subp Yao
Mastered by: Bob Macc

Artwork: Andrew McAlpine

LYRICS:

Up there in the stage lights baby 
workin on a cell phone tan.
Running till my legs were shaking,
Who could love me the way i am?

I’m drunk on whiskey maybe? 
Passed in the back of the van
You seen it all now, ain’t i crazy?
Can you still love me the way i am?

Pretty little empire I made,
full of castles.
But, it always goes the same way,
Rome collapses.

i was fiddling, babe
while it burnt down though.
But, you came and saved me
out the ashes.

Up there in the stage lights baby 
workin on a cell phone tan.
Running till my legs were shaking,
Who could love me the way i am?

I’m drunk on whiskey maybe? 
Passed in the back of the van
You seen it all now, ain’t i crazy?
Can you still love me the way i am?

“Sunday morning sidewalk”, baby
yeah i memorized that sound.
Kristofferson was right on baby
about coming down, yeah.

You cleaned my damn clock out baby,
Then you polished up my crown.
Never thought it end this way,
but look at me now!

Up there in the stage lights baby 
workin on a cell phone tan.
Running till my legs were shaking,
Who could love me the way i am?

I’m drunk on whiskey maybe? 
Southern with my god damned vowels
You seen it all now, ain’t you baby?
Yeah, you still love me the way I am.

The Way I Am

Vocals and lyrics by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak
Additional production by Andy Thompson

Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Art by Kai Benson

Dessa - "Rome"

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Produced by Andy Thompson, Lazerbeak, and Dessa
Trumpet: Cameron Kinghorn
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Art by Kai Benson

Dessa - "Rome"

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