from spring 2017 - a lost partial song from the great laptop collapse which halted the never-completed split with centaur noir. cory peak made the beat

Sass Split

Organisely (2017 - Produced by Cory Peak)

[advance at sunrise]

Dawn is on the rise again
Eyes drawn to where horizons end
With thoughts of life and love and dread
March and fight till blood is shed
Offer proper sacrifice

{warriors}
"Oh gods on high, please hang your light!"

Born to fall but apt to strike
Slaughter
Offer sacrifice

The acolytes march to pulse of a drum
Compulsive hunts for blood and fortune under colorful suns
Feel the rumble of thunderous clunks
Sulfur in lungs
Tumultuous, cluttered results summon the vultures to come
Hummingbirds flutter above a turquoise serpent slithering through a ball of feathers  over firm soil surface from which a cactus rises
Tiger moths and butterflies dancing with in such magical enchantment we forget to keep our battle grips
You can’t be adequately savage for the pillaging when fascinated with and considerate of little things
A villain brings hope then a malicious sting
Whistling and picking strings to the kindling
The fiddle sings
And the brittle wings of lost souls flicker
Bitter and lingering similar to a long cold winter that revisits and recurs
We live and learn or sit and burn
Drift to symbolically cylinder or sinister
Deficient nerve twitches build a symphony conditioned through vicious means of delivering misery
Simple extinguishing to conflict with the symmetry and disfigure infinity’s loop
Twisting consistently

[infernomadic]

Cyclical liturgy
Praise providers and protectors
Extend the stretch of steps aligned to find the epicenter of time and inception
Try it again when revival sets in to the essence in fresh skins

{sage}
"Take the lessons through progression of the ages
The decibel reflections relay an unending cadence”

Tempered
Sacred
Weathered
Ancient

Pleasure and pain spinning sequentially aimless
Destiny: vacancy for all that was and will and is
Deliverance
Until it hits, participate with diligence

The river lifts over the dirt

{planter}
"Now we sleep in the great sea, reborn to the Earth"

[calm after abysmal storm]

Errol Hem + Milky Way - 06 Huitzilopochtli, (Hang Your Light High) on the Day of War

[jaundiscordance] 

Lost on a self-made linear timeline 
Watching the days and the nights fly by 
Try to re-wind the coil 
Renounce the unrest 
In cyclical steps, keeping count of the sunsets and the hope that the sunrise comes next, but decides not to leave us to the dark again 
Not untied from the confines just yet 
Must get to where the mind, soul and the heart ascend, but a stark descent retains grip 
Tethered to a downward spiral 
Bound to survival 
Loud is the sound of reprisal and bitter the taste of the places the flames lick 
Keeping track of the sunset recurring 
Working at learning to undress the worry 

{wayfarer} 
"And though I find peace in the familiar fly by, I’m oh so lost in the linear timeline" 

With a shell for the fear and the wisdom 
Spherical systems in mirrored division 
Spirit imprisoned 
Serrated definition 
Bladed disc spinning 
Ill-fated repetition 
And a mallet for challenge be held but staying compelled to see the broken rebuilt 
Off balance 
Waiting in filth for the lotus to open from an ocean of milk 

A slow wilt for the ghosts and the guilt through a course of emotional tilts 
Hand on the sword with a hold on the hilt tied with a white flag woven of silk 
Throw a mixed message kept at the heart of a lie 
Slice through a partial divide 
Artfully fine lines scribed, fortified 
Supply spiritual and carnal collides 
Stars realign far as the eye can perceive 
Such a vibrant scene 
Ever-entwined with a timeless line of beliefs pried from the mind for relief 
We get so lost trying to find release we get caught up in the “why?” and resign to grief 
An abrupt halt called in this hide and seek 

{sage} 
"Reinvest, rise and repeat" 

{overseers} 
"Be still 
Receive the blessings of your curse” 

Ride along as the rail goes ‘round 
Put a stake in the ground 
Sail till the sun stays down then sail on 
Even when the vessel switches, brace for the change-off 

[primmolate] 

{sage} 
"Walk alone in a bottomless hell 
Hop along the convolution to the following shell 
Open up to the total of light 
Feel entirety wiring through the soul and the sight” 

Dawn is on the rise again 
Drawn to where the light ascends 
Often scared of meeting ends 
Lost and bared 
In need of cleanse 
Offer up a sacrifice of self or someone else’s right 
Hubris only maximizes sheltered love of selfish plight 


(Ground. Flesh. Sky) 


[vortextured] 

The flat disc rotates, axis twists 

{sage} 
"Each breath is a packaged gift" 

Anxious for the last chance to advance and lift 
(Alas, stick/Elastic) to the plan 
Resist 
Snap back to a shadowed glimpse of the world through a blackened tint 
Capture the masochistic and sadist instincts attached to the sacrilege 
The grasp of the phantom limb stays even after it’s passed to the wind 
Everything keeps dancing within 
Forever rehashed to the spin 

Inception is the ending to an end

Errol Hem + Milky Way - 05 Vishnu, granter of Moksha

Metaforest Feat. Soultru (Produced By Trybz)

Bizarter System (Produced By Drippy Faucet)

Twerk Du Soleil (Produced By Errol Hem)

Arguing w/ Inanimate Objects (Produced By Jay Jones)

Shelf Space (Produced By Doctor Ew)

Feeture Creeture Feat. Orlando Coolridge (Produced By Errol Hem)

Müüd Swangin' (Produced By Errol Hem)

Secane (Closet Witch cover)

Produced by Errol Hem
Lead guitar by Chris Murphy

from the album "Taking Backroads Home"
available for free download @ errolhem.bandcamp.com

A dense spark can animate and hand out fate 
So plans we make are subject to change in ways that we would never have anticipated or prepared to face 
The embrace of the give and take fits all shapes 
It builds up just to break and repeat again 

Roads stretch from sight 
Home left behind 
No exit signs to show which steps to climb 

A dense spark can exacerbate, aggravate and channel hate or the love that we chase, embrace, negate or choose not to participate in for sake of saving face 
The embrace of the give and take shifts its weight and lifts just as it has tossed away 

A dense spark can incinerate, extinguish flames, then spin the blades back around to beginning stages 
Be fulfilled or else eviscerated 
Decisions wait 
The embrace of the give and take digs the slate to carve what's been done in the empty space 

Dirt and leaves displayed 
Perfectly arranged 
Shades of peace and hope 
They will lead you home 

Post up 
Progress 
Prepare 
Proceed

Stick to the Side Roads

I don’t really rap anymore. 

Go find All the World is Kayfabe on all the platforms for the last of that.

https://soundcloud.com/atwik

Errol Hem

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