Bulletproof

On The Other Side

Here's my debut single. A moody organic little number for you x

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【Pre-Chorus】
有人話好難、有人話太斜，
獅子山啲風，吹過嚟先識咩叫「夠薑」。
檸茶一啖，涼茶兩口，齋腸粉齋到正，
芒果糯米糍甜入心，豆漿暖胃再上陣。

【Chorus】
香港—你係我心口最硬淨嘅山，
風急浪湧都撐住、撐到天光先返。
講真—跌親都會再企返，
一盞盞街燈，串成我哋嘅星河灣。
香港—心火唔熄，越夜越閃爍得更燦。

【Verse 2】
中環上上下下，電梯載住幾多夢，
太平山望落嚟，條龍脈一直喺度動。
小店師傅手功靚，後生哥創業衝，
一街人情味，係「自己友」先至懂。

【Pre-Chorus】
有日子落雨、有日子日頭辣到紅，
但我哋笑住講：「冇有怕，繼續衝！」
仙草涼粉透心涼，手作麵包出爐香，
一城汗水一城歌，拍住上。

【Chorus】
香港—你係我心口最硬淨嘅山，
風急浪湧都撐住、撐到天光先返。
講真—跌親都會再企返，
一盞盞街燈，串成我哋嘅星河灣。
香港—心火唔熄，越夜越閃爍得更燦。

【Bridge】
天星穿過海、燈影搖到晚更深，
一句「多謝晒」，已經夠暖幾多人。
喺呢個名叫「香港」嘅地方，
我哋用細路般嘅好奇，去撐起大人嘅盼望。

【Chant / Break】
H-O-N-G K-O-N-G！　手拖手行，唔放鬆！
H-O-N-G K-O-N-G！　講真有火，繼續衝！

【Final Chorus】
香港—你係我心口最硬淨嘅山，
風急浪湧都撐住、撐到天光先返。
講真—跌親都會再企返，
一盞盞街燈，照到未來唔再遠。
香港—心火唔熄，人人都係一點光，一起變成天。

【Outro】
係啊，香港—你個名，一叫就有力量；
我哋都在場，燈未熄，歌未完，路更長。

香港．心火唔熄

Plastic Gospel

its coo (prod. michaelxwarren)

remedy {1n1.mix}

I met you behind a ten-cent jukebox,
You wore last winter’s loneliness like a scarf around your head.
Your laugh was a lopsided bell,
We traded crooked smiles and fragile light dreams.
I had a pocket full of promises,
You had a folded map of heartache and a rosary of dust.
We sat on the curb and counted stars with hands that felt like stone,
Swore the night would mend us, or we’d mend it on our own.

Love’s a tin cup, toss it up, pass it round and don’t you drop it,
Fill it with the little things — a half-finished kiss, transient bliss.
We drink the bitter, swallow slow, spit the sugar on the floor,
Tin-cup valentine, I’ll keep coming back for more.

You braided the moon into your hair, I hammered songs on an empty tin,
Played a chorus with a rusted spoon and the silence crawled right in.
There’s a alley-cat sermon, and a preacher made of cards,

We learned to pray to odd machines and love the things that scar.
We stitched each other’s sleeves with laughter, sewed a button on the past,
Hung our faded photographs where the draughts would never last.
When the world put a black hat on morning and the clocks forgot to chime,
You pressed your hand to my chest and set the heartbeat back in time.

Love’s a tin cup, toss it up, pass it round and don’t you drop it,
Fill it with the little things — a whispered joke, vanished in smoke.
We drink the bitter, swallow slow, spit the sugar on the floor,
Tin-cup valentine, I’ll keep coming back for more.

Listen - lovers are like streetlamps: some flicker, some burn long.
You can patch a lamp with tape and a prayer, or you can let it hum its wrong.
But when the rain comes down and the benches start to pray,
You’ll find that light you thought was gone under the lid of yesterday.

There’s a man down on Mulberry who knits hope from cigarette smoke,
And a child who uses matchsticks to make gods that won’t revoke.
We’re all just walking, holding hands with ghosts that used to be,
Trading broken lullabies and calling them fidelity.

If someday the winds get greedy and the city steals our names,
If winter chews the porch-light and only memory remains,
I’ll dig you from the pockets of the world, where lost things go to hide,
Press your face to mine like thunder, let the thunder be our guide.
We’ll dance on the roofs of laundry, spin with the wash-line flags,
Toast dawn with a chipped-up teacup, laugh at the ragged tags.
‘Cause love don’t need a label, don’t need a proper shrine,
It’ll sing through a cracked radio or hide inside a dime.

Love’s a tin cup, toss it up, pass it round and don’t you drop it,
Fill it with the little things — a half-finished kiss, transient bliss.
We drink the bitter, swallow slow, spit the sugar on the floor,
Tin-cup valentine, I’ll keep coming back for more.

Keep your coins, keep your tidy plans, I only want your hand.
When the nights get mean and the lights go low, I’ll be your fellow woman.
We’ll hold the cup between us, humming low and out of time,
Two thieves in a backstreet church — tin-cup valentine.

Track from the album "Tin-Cup Valentine²

Tin-Cup Valentine

Buy at Bandcamp

(Beat: 808s + dhol + “Mundian To Bach Ke” on steroids, bhenchod)
Hook
Bhenchod ek gilheri CNBC pe dikha, market seedha chand pe!
Poori dum hila di, tera portfolio full ganda!
Squirrel Indicator, 100 % confirmed, no bakchodi,
Ek gilheri ne hedge-fund ki maa-behen ek kardi!
Jab gilheri aati screen pe, shorts ka lund jal jaata,
Mere gilheri ke do bhaari balls, Ambani se bhi zyada vaata!
Verse 1
January 2021, main Dilli ki thand mein khada,
CNBC wale camera pe moonwalk karta, gand dikhaata,
WallStreetBets dekh ke pagal ho gaya poora subreddit,
“GME 40 se 400, behen ke lund, aaj toh lambo fixed!”
Main apni pooch hilaata, Melvin ka papa ro pada,
“Beta, teri GF ab meri hai, maine usko GameStop se charaaya!”
Main ek wall-nut khaata, uski biwi ko bolta “Bhai,
Tera pati short tha, ab uska lund bhi short hai.”
Verse 2
Agla din phir aaya, main camera pe moot diya seedha,
Jim Cramer chillaya “MADARCHOD YE GILHERI PHIR AAYA!”
Robinhood ne buy button band kiya, main bola “Chutiya banaaya,”
Mere bhai ne Mumbai ke data center mein cable kaat diya!
Poora app gaya behen ke lund mein, Amreeka ro raha,
Hum log yahan Malad mein poutine nahi, vada pav kha rahe!
Ek baar pooch hilaayi, tera 200₹ call ab 2 crore ka,
Ab tu Goregaon se seedha Bandra bungalow shift kar raha!
Hook
Bhenchod ek gilheri CNBC pe dikha, market seedha chand pe!
Poori dum hila di, tera portfolio full ganda!
Squirrel Indicator, TA se bada, RSI se bada,
Ek gilheri ne Wall Street ki gaand mein danda daala!
Outro
Toh bhool ja apne charts, candlesticks, aur ye sab bakwaas,
Jab screen pe gilheri ka pooch dikhe, poora paisa laga de aaj!
Main tujhe crore-pati bana ke bhi ek rupaya nahi maangta,
Bas ek muthi bhuna chana de de, madarchod, aur thoda sa paan ka beeda!
Desi Squirrel Gang – Bombay se Bay Street tak raj karta,
Aur agar tu short hai… toh bhai, teri toh aaj gaand phat-ti!
Gilheri ne mic pe wall-nut phenka, stage pe moota, chal nikal.
भेनचोद tendies!

Squirrel Indicator – Desi Delhi-Chennai-Bay Street Mashup.

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As well as,
In memoriam:

François Michaud dit Saitonge 
1946 —> 8/19/1972
[François passed away on his motorcycle in Quebec, from being struck by a car. The driver was in a hurry to be somewhere and many felt the driver was likely intoxicated, the court ruling was otherwise.]

[Françis]
(R)(C)
—
A. Dawn K. 2012
I didn't know you well. You was my wife's daughter and my son's sister and I did the best I could. It's a shame you're not here. That you went home early. I hope you find this music and it brings you peace.

You called me dad, I thank you for that.

[Frank]
(R)(C)
—
Carolyn A. R. 1973-2016
"I was hoping to see you again Carolyn. I am, REALLY going to miss you.  Specially, your way of showing up the ways you did, for my entire life. I am going to miss that a, GREAT BIG, "A LOT!". My heart cries for you Carolyn. I, really hope you're able to enjoy this reggae music. I remember you telling me that you like reggae music. It is, the best I can do, given the way life is. I'm not ready to go home yet, Carolyn.  We will, see each other again though. I can promise you this much; our names might be different then, our lives will be different, but our faces, they will be the same, and "THAT!", that, is going to be a beautiful day. To see your pretty face, your hazel eyes, and hopefully, your awesome beautiful curly golden hair again. Rest well Carolyn. I'm sorry about the wait, it was never meant to be this way. All my best wishes to, Alice and Barry and the rest of the family." 

[Françis]
(R)(C)

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