Lyrics and Vocals by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak and Andy Thompson
Purchase: https://lnk.to/BuryTheLede

Vocals recorded at Instrument Landing and The Birdcage
Engineered by Andy Thompson and Dessa
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway 
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

Photography by Sam Gehrke
Layout and design by Andy McAlpine

Executive Producers: Dessa, Lazerbeak, and Andy Thompson
Management: Becky Hoffmann

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Dessa - Bury the Lede (2023)

When I calm down
A feather falls through my chest
The veil is opening
When I calm down
Great mothers purr into the earth into the earth into me
When I calm down
Mellow hands they cup the dirt beneath the room where I’m sleeping
When I calm down
Halo above protect my bones protect my breath protect me

I shook my pain
Over the ancestral well
Nobody came

No echo down the family line 
No answer from inside

I cuss and shake 
Hungry as I was
Don’t make me wait 

Bawling at the temple door
Crawling on the floor 
No singing fills the chapel there
No one felt my prayer 
Hungry as I ever was
Hungry as I was
Hungry as I ever was
Hungry as I was

Did I grieve all my honey out?
Lay your hands upon me
Put the blessing back into me
Don’t ask me to go without

I cuss and shake
Hungry as I was
Don’t hesitate

Pry open my unwept life
Pour me out as wine
Soak the veil and pull me through
Press me into you
Hungry as I ever was
Hungry as I was
Happy as I ever was
Happy as I was
Hungry as I ever was
Hungry as I was
Hungry as I ever was
Hungry as I was

When I Calm Down

Following on from the release of the album ‘Goat Forever’ earlier in the year , Mr Melta is back with new single ‘Still Trying’ , taken from the forthcoming EP ‘Old Timer’,  on popular independent label Runt Life Records.
Over a soulful, laid back ,beat ( produced by the man himself)  Melta describes his struggles to adjust to the passing of time and reflects on the changes that growing older can bring.
Through humorous and honest lyrics , Melta reflects on times gone by, the present and what is to come in the future  - all the while professing that he’s ‘still trying’ to figure life out, and sending the message that its OK to not have it all together , even though society may make you believe you should do .
The song is a rallying cry for all of us that feel we are in to deep and that we still haven’t got this funny thing called life figured out, and that if you haven’t, that’s perfectly fine, because no one has!

Still Trying

Lyrics and Vocals by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak, Andy Thompson, and Dessa

Preorder the album: https://lnk.to/BuryTheLede

LYRICS
Fill the kiddie pool 
up with Prosecco 
Get the LEDs on
need the spectacle 
Gotta beat the one last week 
let’s get a record
If you’re tryna be a go-getter
you gotta go and get it
Desperate times 
call for desperate pleasures 
Some legitimate headlines
mostly cries for attention
The camera speeds
copy ready to read
oughta be a good night 
We’re live in 3, 2—
fuck, man, busted on a hot mic 

Cuz it’s a hurricane 
a hurricane party
End days 
every other Wednesday 
Live girls dance 
dead men float
A hurricane party 
gold dust, sex, and Bacardi 
DJ says don’t hold back
because the water won’t

Looks like someone leaked the password
too much tea to clean earl grey disaster
Campaign manager come walks it backwards
but he’s the one who tipped TV—clever bastard 
Shots fired in the echo chamber  
rico-ricochet
The other side puts kids in danger 
don’t matter what their argument, that’s what they always say
Front of the parade girl spins a baton 
band leader conducts with a corn on the cob
The new sound gets everybody out on their lawn
composed for french horn, cash register, mob

Hook

Okay, who broke the chain letter 
too much bad luck to try to get away with it 
One more plague, nobody goes to recess 
Chatbots away take out your paper pieces 
longhand 
Gimme an essay on the living conditions in Oz written by the Strawman:
housing shot up, looking for a soft land
Dorothy comes to, couldn’t give a goddamn 
Looking for a few recruits 
to do what must be done 
So if you got the heart and a pair of good boots 
meet me at the food court by Forever 21 

Hook

Decoy

Not a sidepiece 
or a wifepiece
I’m a thinkpiece
If you’re done then 
take your dishes to 
the sink please 
Wash to the right
dry to the left 
mind is a kite 
and the fall is a mess 
Out of office
out of body
out of fucks to give 
sorry not sorry 
With a busted rib 
ain’t a thing to do about it 
just tape and time and then you take the turn again 
Lean in harder 
hope the road won’t burn 
so bad this time
you read your curve 
fast as fuck 
fit to swerve
put the money to the metal come and get your girl 
Til the lights blur
til the lines meet in the middle of the high beams
and the wipers 
keep time with the heartbeat
Til you hit a nerve 

I’m falling 
don’t catch me
don’t touch me 
don’t call me
Not much we 
let go 
even when we should and we know it
I walk the wall 
with both hands open 
I’d leave it all

Smokey eye because 
the mind’s on fire
Break glass and pass the axe skyward 
Stone the satellites
drones versus battle kites
Here goes 
the next past life
There’s a speaker 
in a decoy 
at the heart of the mine 
that rewinds
the same birdsong
Tell the back of the line  
that the digging is fine
let’s get the third shift on
They say that a rising tide
when it comes in
will lift every ship
But they skipped
the bit about wildfire
how it burns every bridge
Panic tryna find 
a little dry ground 
big back ups everybody outbound
Not me 
I’m like the good witch
bring the motherfucking house down

Looks like I hit a nerve
I hit a nerve

No patience I stay laced up and 
I’m running 
Learned a phrase in
every country 
I’ve lived and died, been revived like this

That game you taught me how to play 
I won it
Moved out East 
and I stayed hungry
And when the magic’s on me, I can’t miss

I can’t miss

Bury the Lede

Hurricane Party

Decoy
Lyrics and Vocals by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak and Andy Thompson


Not a sidepiece 
or a wifepiece
I’m a thinkpiece
If you’re done then 
take your dishes to 
the sink please 
Wash to the right
dry to the left 
mind is a kite 
and the fall is a mess 
Out of office
out of body
out of fucks to give 
sorry not sorry 
With a busted rib 
ain’t a thing to do about it 
just tape and time and then you take the turn again 
Lean in harder 
hope the road won’t burn 
so bad this time
you read your curve 
fast as fuck 
fit to swerve
put the money to the metal come and get your girl 
Til the lights blur
til the lines meet in the middle of the high beams
and the wipers 
keep time with the heartbeat
Til you hit a nerve 

I’m falling 
don’t catch me
don’t touch me 
don’t call me
Not much we 
let go 
even when we should and we know it
I walk the wall 
with both hands open 
I’d leave it all

Smokey eye because 
the mind’s on fire
Break glass and pass the axe skyward 
Stone the satellites
drones versus battle kites
Here goes 
the next past life
There’s a speaker 
in a decoy 
at the heart of the mine 
that rewinds
the same birdsong
Tell the back of the line  
that the digging is fine
let’s get the third shift on
They say that a rising tide
when it comes in
will lift every ship
But they skipped
the bit about wildfire
how it burns every bridge
Panic tryna find 
a little dry ground 
big back ups everybody outbound
Not me 
I’m like the good witch
bring the motherfucking house down

Looks like I hit a nerve
I hit a nerve

No patience I stay laced up and 
I’m running 
Learned a phrase in
every country 
I’ve lived and died, been revived like this

That game you taught me how to play 
I won it
Moved out East 
and I stayed hungry
And when the magic’s on me, I can’t miss

I can’t miss

Decoy

Lyrics and Vocals by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak and Andy Thompson
Bass by Ian Allison

Preorder 'Bury the Lede': https://lnk.to/BuryTheLede

LYRICS
When I’m good, I know it
When I’m bad I don’t know why
If you like it, you should show it
before we run right out of night 
Tired of the bar scene 
the stupid parties
getting makeup off my face
and glitter out the carpet    
Meet me in the elevator, let’s press all the buttons
we can say our goodbyes later
place is faded won’t remember nothing
 
Visine, cab fare, dry shampoo
I’ll take another like déjà—you
should let your guard down
I laid all my cards out 
Bells are ringing last round
but I’m not turning back now

This might be love
it’s still too close to call
But when the lights come up
don’t wanna be the flower on the wall 
Our nights are numbered 
you can count them as they fall 
But I like the thunder 
I’m here to feel it all

I know something’s missing 
I know something isn’t right
Seems like the good ones always hidden
somewhere just outta sight 
I think I’m ready, but I can’t say that I’m not afraid 
I got a sense of direction that gets in my own way 
I know at best it gets messy
nobody’s got an extra heart on hand to break

Dark eyes, allspice, hey look who
walked in shark fin headed for the pool table 
oooh maybe 
we could shoot a few later 
I got things to do but this game is better two-player
 
Hook

Chopper

Lyrics and Vocals by Dessa
Additional Vocals by Aviva Jaye
Produced by Lazerbeak and Andy Thompson

LYRICS
You keep in touch
but out of reach 
You know me
I always did like hide and seek 
This crush
I’m underneath 
it gets lonely
more hand to mouth than cheek to cheek

Tell me again and
this time try to mean it
Tell me again and
This time try to mean it
 
You call me up 
from far away 
though it’s so late 
you don’t seem to have much to say
I think you must 
have news to break 
I can take it 
I’d rather hear it from you, baby

Hook
 
If we’re just play fighting 
how come that blade’s shining 
how come my eyeliner’s running 
Then all of a sudden
you strike lightning
You turn me outside in
then I’m hit 
I’m in trouble
Now it’s
just a matter of time
 
It’s just a matter of time
It’s just a matter of time
 
I hope you love somebody
Even if that body isn’t mine
 
Even if that body isn’t mine
it isn’t
Even if that body isn’t
if that body isn’t
Even if that body isn’t
that body isn’t mine
 
Oh, just a little liquid courage and
Ooh, just a little powdered faith
I’ve been in and out of trouble  
while you have been walking away 
Oh, just a little liquid courage and
Ooh, just a little powdered faith
And oh, you’ve been running out of patience
And me, I’ve just been dancing in place

Tell Me Again

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak and Andy Thompson

LYRICS
Don’t be shy
I already like you
Don’t care what you drive
I’m attracted to the IQ
Not my style to make the first move
Haven’t felt this type of way since maybe high school
Sealed with a kiss
Signed with an Epipen
You gotta tolerate some risk
If you wanna make a margin, wanna make a friend 
We could live a little larger
Split the dividends
 
Wheels up
Let’s go
Already missed too much
To take this thing too slow
I already like you
There’s no sure bet
You just ride, ride, ride roulette
And I like you
I already like you
 
It feels right
Because it’s true
Don’t have to try when
I’m with you
You’re not the type to bend a rule
But I’m your bullet
And the proof
 
This city can feel like a little town
Think a marathon’s on, way they’re running all their mouths
But let em talk,
Let em wear their selves out
My book stays open
I know ‘cause I wrote it
Fucked up the trust fall
Caught a concussion
Run it off, that ain’t nothing
But the cost
The cost of doing business  
And I can take a hit with the big kids
Back up off me and count your own fingers
 
Wheels up
Let’s go
I could be your bullet and the proof
Bullet and the proof
I already
I already like you

I Already Like You

Lyrics and Vocals by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak and Andy Thompson
Drum loop by JT Bates

LYRICS
You see shapes inside the paintings 
but all I see is black
at a chapel here in Houston 
where we’re standing back to back 
Questions here are useless
nothing answers back 
But I can’t stop my mind from trying 
all it wants to know is why 
 
Other people’s prayers
hanging in the air 
between you and me and everything 
we’ve kept unsaid so carefully
I don’t want to care so much
for someone I can barely see
But I can’t stop my body pining  
all it wants to do is try 
 
Me without a hill to die on 
You without a ring to kiss 
With nightfall comes that fool Orion
who never swings so can’t be missed
 
A machine with no sense is just a wheel to spin
For all we try to invent we wind up here again 

Me without a hill to die on 
guess I’ll have to heal from this 
Pool cue and a pair of pythons
make my own caduceus 
 
We seem to be ending 
before we begin 
It’s like losing the feeling 
in a phantom limb  




We choose which fools 
to suffer
And they choose 
to suffer us

We lose all use of  
color
Just water 
on the brush

But you and me 
we could be
cadmium 
cadmium red 
cadmium 
cadmium red

Rothko

J. Michael Seyfert @Steinguey uses biodata-sonification tools to harvest biorhythmic data from consenting organisms like plants and fungi to create resonant soundtracks like this.
https://www.youtube.com/@musicadeplantas

Naturaleza como socio creativo: Al medir las fluctuaciones de microcorriente que ocurren en la superficie de la hoja de una planta, un dispositivo de sonificación de biodatos genera Notas MIDI cuando se detecta un cambio en la conductividad, lo que permite al usuario escuchar los procesos biológicos invisibles que ocurren dentro de las plantas.  

El video clip más satisfactorio para ver antes de dormir: 
https://www.youtube.com/@musicadeplantas

Enjoy The Data.

Por J. Michael Seyfert @steinguey www.naturaleza.com 


file ref: AUG3 Ayutla Lili - Napolily - Mix

Cita Sonica con Lillypalooza - Frisky Flower Generated Plant Jazz

Una mia versione della bellissima canzone di Giorgio Conte.
Arrangiamento per voce, due chitarre classiche e archi sintetici

Una giornata al mare ( cover )

choppa gyal (featuring Sean Kingston)

Prod. Pandemxnium

Testo:

Bridge 

Red, Red, Red, Red,
Red, Red, Red, Red,
Red, Red, Red, Red,
Red, Red, Red, Red,

Hook 

Vedo red poi non sono più sad,
Parlano i racks, non parlano rats,
Prova percs fotto la sua best,
Usa il gel, questo è hard sex,

Mex la mia ex, non interessa più,
Vedo red ma fotto solo occhi blu,
Con la mia Crew, porto flus, 
Te rimani un mangia cus cus,

V1 0:48

Rimani shotto shock, 
non mi punti una glock,
Ti posso portare rock, 
Sono una star senza pop,


Death race corro puntando le prime 3 posizioni,
Non è un porno ma nemmeno un parco giochi,

Sad slime stima e rispetto solo per pochi, ehy
trippo male flow animale, indosso squame,

No, normale fra spettrale, solo nel reame,
Non mi aspettare ho da fare, devo dissotterrare,

Bridge 

Red, Red, Red, Red,
Red, Red, Red, Red,
Red, Red, Red, Red,
Red, Red, Red, Red,

Hook 

Vedo red poi non sono più sad,
Parlano i racks, non parlano rats,
Prova percs fotto la sua best,
Usa il gel, questo è hard sex,

Mex la mia ex, non interessa più,
Vedo red ma fotto solo occhi blu,
Con la mia Crew, porto flus, 
Te rimani un mangia cus cus,

Rothko

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