Pupazzo

"Closer"

Time and being, seem to be, in conspiracy 
Dividing, subdividing, us and them, each to each 
Separate lives, our demise, never you and me 
Draw closer to ... 

Idle talk, common stock, loss of bodied speech 
Hidden thoughts, fumbled shots, a weakness in our reach
Arguments, spiteful vents, the laying of our siege
Draw closer to ... 

I don’t know you
I don’t know you anymore
I don’t know you
I don’t know you anymore

Further and further
Each alone we grow
Silence thick as bone
Cooled on past the fervor
Time exacts its toll
From who we once were

Half attempts, life events, no one takes the lead 
Pictures shared, comments left, is this what friendship means? 
I follow what you follow and pretend that we’re agreed 
Draw closer to ... 

I saw you coming down the street, but nothing had to say 
We smiled and we nodded in that insubstantial way
Then turned the corner, found the words my actions just betrayed 
Draw closer to ... 

I don’t know you
I don’t know you anymore
I don’t know you
I don’t know you anymore

Further and further
Each alone we grow
Silence thick as bone
Cooled on past the fervor
Time exacts its toll
From who we once were

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From our third album, Party of Life.

Music by Corey Ball

Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

Closer

Not blaming the victim here, but trying to let potential victims learn how they are being manipulated to victimize themselves and their communities. With the newfound self-esteem and solidarity instilled by the current anti-racist movement, every community of every color will benefit!

Maestro -- Can we have a house-rockin' beat now?  GO!

(Trevor Noah on Reparations)

There is no way to say what I wanna say
But I'm gonna make a stab at it anyway

Well the money machine has got its gleam
But not if you're black and you're 17
And living in the city where there ain't no jobs
And the police and the President are ugly slobs
Who want more prisons and want more guns
Which they get buy cutting back on college funds
By keeping you poor they keep you their slave
Who's gotta play their game from cradle to GRAVE!

CHORUS:  
Cradle to grave (x3)
Cradle to...

(Malcolm X on police brutality)

They put up billboards for expensive liquor
That say if you wanna have sex you've gotta pick her
Up a fifth of some brand that impresses her
The ads are everywhere putting on the pressure
And you see on TV all the Porches and Audis
Which you can't get even if you say PLEASE!
By making you want they're keeping you a slave
Who's gotta play their game from cradle to GRAVE!

CHORUS

(MLK Jr. on discrimination and poverty)

Your heroes got gold chains around their necks
Which they got by rappin' about money and sex
So you start selling crack to take up the slack
For the hole in your pocket where there should be cash
Then your money goes to buy expensive cars and booze
And with 14 karat chains you're ready to cruise
But those chains are the chains of a new kind of slave
Who's gotta play their game from cradle to grave

CHORUS x3

And if you're so smart why doncha come up with an answer to that one -- HUH!!

New Chains [BLM Mix] [by Øhell]

@ScilentSymphony created a chord progression.
@MystiqueWind use the progression to create synth audio loop.
@EnigmaCurry created a song out of it, sampling @myrhyum's voice.

S04E02 ft Myrh - Kali Gutt

Instrumental for an upcoming track with the homie FELLPEEPZ.

Homies (Produced by Ace Ha)

Fr!day In The Loop

Oat Therapy (Produced By Ace Ha)

Here is another very fun pop rock track. We Holy Shit and I are working on several tracks to complete a story lined memorable listening and story telling experience.

Floating down the River of Change.

Music by Holy Shit

Lyrics and vocals by Orieliel Watcher

The Future is Now featuring Holy Shit

L’ailleurs s’installe pour qui est à l’écoute
des échos profonds de l’âme.

Le ressenti d’un temps devient alors palpable.

Cet espace en suspens abrite un ailleurs
qui comme l’invitation, appelle à la découverte.

Fr!day In The Loop

Fr!day Randommedia