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Beat, Music,Vocal mix, Produ ction, Mastering, bx Ogi feel the Beat(SR)
Beat mastering before vocal recording - Uncle Rasta (UK, NIG)
Vocals, Vocal Recording - RS Frawstawka (US)

Something Brand New feat. Frawstakwa

It was a hard piece of work, but it was worth it: 
As part of an artist grant from the Ministry of Culture and Science of the State of NRW/Germany in the wake of the Corona pandemic, a piece of music was created that consists of 6 different arrangements and involved 6 artists including a blackbird.
The piece is in the tradition of the Hip Hop-Cyphers as well as in the interlaced compositions of 70s Prog-Rock.
The goal was to connect the individual parts so that in the end a homogeneous but multi-layered overall work comes out.
I think that has succeeded!
Of course, this was only possible because I found really excellent fellow musicians, big thanks to Couch King, Christian Kappe, Lady of Fire Poetry and Frawstakwa! And of course to Blackbird "Miles" for his wonderful jazzy chirping.

Supported by: Ministerium für Kultur und Wissenschaft NRW/Deutschland; Bezirksregierung Münster

Trumpet: Christian Kappe www.christiankappe.com
Vocals/Lyrics: Lady of Fire Poetry @ladyofire
Vocals/Lyrics: Couch King @couch-king-presents
VocalsLyrics/: Frawstakwa @frawstakwa
Chirping: Blackbird "Miles"
Vocals/Lyrics hookline: DeeP.

Composed, arranged and produced by DeeP.
Cover artwork: DeeP. & Ulrike Löw
(Photo of Christian Kappe: Thomas Kruesselmann)
Lyrics in order of appearance:

Lyrics Lady of Fire Poetry:
Not Alone
We are fragments of one another
Breathing in bits of you bits of me
We came exploding out from nothing
But gravity
Crashing into each other
Making this pretty wave called humanity
We love by trial and error
We follow our hearts
reaching the center of ourselves
Each beat a musical beacon
So we may explore our horizons
then reach a familiar shore
When you are lost again
Remember you are never alone
Come back to home

Lyrics Couch King:
Everyday looking clues 
Ashtray’s, dinners, and booze 
Dossiers, hard drives, and blues 
They’s lost reality from watching the news 
I gain the truth from being a recluse 
Nothing to loose 
No one left to cut loose 
Leave no print from my shoes 
Cold stone stare like medusa 
Old bones don’t care I accuse ya 
Poker face beware I confuse ya 
Short lace thin hair Short fuse 
Mean street bruisa, I paid all my dues ah 
Hot on my tail but still I refuse 
To get off the trail 
Of shady interviews 
Digging up fools 
Gold to derail 
Encrypted email 
I must be getting too close 
The woke got no time to doze

Lyrics Frawatakwa:
trials
and tribulations
who 
is even asking though
‘cause seriously you never know
could just be inner dialogue
with me myself and I 
besides
what 
would you want to know
all that for anyway though
c’mon I’m sure you’ve got problems
of your own on your mind
so
where
will we even go
to from there 
who could know
and how can any outcome
that we happen to arrive 
at
when
all is said and done
be considered satisfactory
if it comes at a price
that’s too much to pay
tell me why
why
should I continue 
to carry on a mission
which has proven itself 
to be so difficult 
as if it isn’t 
is it the human condition
controlling decision making
or am I following visions
unique to my third eye

an exercise in sacrifice
yet it’s fine
yeah 
that’s right

everything I do 
is for the greater good
playing nice

never mind 

hammer strikes
the anvil twice
sparks will fly

What to Know

Something to relax to or maybe cook to, your choice. Enjoy my friends.

Written, performed and recorded by Greg Hurley

Relax

I tried to sing the love of a faded adult.

#New #Original #Song #DawnMoon #love

[Verse 1]
I was dreaming, too long than I thought and I'm here to stay
Our heartbeats resonated and I believed in love, oh-oh
You won't go back to me anymore
But I ain't lost my love since I began
Like the shadow of that dawn moon
Float in the sky and collect darkness

[Pre-Chorus]
It might be an illusion, but love was certainly there
You don't have to go back to me anymore, ’Cause there’s a dawn moon

[Chorus]
I've noticed it for a long time
Finally I got a reassuring ally
I don't run from nothing,  ain't layin' low
I'm going do it now

[Post-Chorus]
You don't have to go back to me anymore
’Cause there’s a dawn moon

[Verse 2]
I got it all what I wanted, too soon than I expected
I was believing in the future and I danced the times with you, oh-oh
I can never go back to the past
But I ain't lost my love since I began
Like the shadow of that dawn moon
Float in the sky and collect darkness

[Pre-Chorus]
It might be an illusion, but love was certainly there
You don't have to go back to me anymore, ‘Cause there is a dawn moon

[Chorus]
I've noticed it for a long time
Finally I got a reassuring ally
I don't run from nothing,  ain't layin' low
I'm going do it now

[Post-Chorus]
You don't have to go back to me anymore
‘Cause there is a dawn moon

[Chorus]
I've noticed it for a long time
Finally I got a reassuring ally
I don't run from nothing,  ain't layin' low
I'm going do it now

[Outro]
You don't have to go back to me anymore
‘Cause there is a dawn moon
You don't have to go back to me anymore
‘Cause there is a dawn moon

Dawn Moon

I found myself scribbling furiously in my little spotty book.  

Messed about with a couple of simple chords and picking patterns and thought I'd grab a quick one-track take to see if it all hung together.

I was quite chuffed - it seemed to fit - got all the way through on one live take too, albeit with plenty of clangers, twangs, tangled fingers, buzzing strings and missed chord changes.  That's pretty darned good going for me.

Every subsequent attempt to improve was, of course, rubbish. 

So here you have before you my flash/bang song writing and recording effort in the raw - no edits no eq.  If it was beer or bread, then over here it would be labelled "artisan" and would command a price premium.

That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

Enjoy.  :)

The End of Time

Not far now, for us to go.
Down our evolutionary road.
Lights flickering out, truth be told.
Not far now, for us to go.
Crawling slowly to the certain end.
Following the neon signs ahead.
Grip my hand for comfort, ancient friend.
Crawling slowly to the certain end.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.
	
Gauge our progress on the ground.
Bible parables everywhere are found.
Pestilence, poverty, injustice all abound.
Gauge our progress on the ground.
No archangels lead our cause.
The thieves that rape the game steal ever more.
With their plague of fixers, liars, cheats and whores,
No archangels lead our cause.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.

Lay our morals down and quit the fight.
Can’t defer the descent into night.
Close our eyes, imagining the light.
Lay our morals down and quit the fight.
Nowhere now, for us to go.
They’re digging up our evolutionary road.
Lights have flickered out, it’s turning cold.
Nowhere now, for us to go.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.

When our universe collapses back to elementary birth
When truth, faith, hope and charity intertwine
To fuse a light too bright for any darkness on this earth
I’ll be smiling there to greet the end of time.

Photo by Usukhbayar Gankhuyag on Unsplash

The End of Time

The next track in a Corona artist grant (NRW/Germany).
Without many words. The words are in the music.  
Jazz meets beats and rap and there's a surprise at the end.

Trumpet: Christian Kappe www.christiankappe.com
VocalsLyrics/: Frawstakwa @frawstakwa
Vocals/Lyrics: Couch King @couch-king-presents
Composed, arranged and produced by DeeP.
Cover artwork: Ulrike Löw & DeeP. 

Lyrics:
Frawstakwa:
What’s it like outside?
Hmmm
Looks nice
On and on
The calm
Before the phenomenon

Attention please
As we interrupt 
Whatever it is 
That you’re doing
Out there because
We’ve just discovered 
That a storm has been brewing

CKP:
A storm has been brewing
It’s coming for us
Out there because
Of what they are up to
A body corrupt 
Attention please
 Frawstakwa: 
Reports are coming in 
From multiple locations 
A shift has been noticed
Something’s in the air 
As the rains begin
They bring with them a wave of
Gale force winds
Bearing down on a tear

CKP:
Impervious the pavement
Water in the basement
Sewer line displacement 
Overload the system 
Waste water victim 
Flowing back 
Treatment plant
Out of capacity 
Waterborne catastrophe 
 
Frawstakwa & CKP:
Storm of the century 
Rising from the heat
Music in the streets 
Stalled front’s no time to chill
Traffics at a stand still
living takes the backseat 
Dancing to the beat

Pitter patter
The rain drops

Frawstakwa:
Hail sleet and snow
Barometric pressure
Should never be this low
At this time of year
Conditions are close
To surpassing the threshold
God bless the souls
Who couldn’t steer clear
 CKP:
Infrastructure hardened
In climates regarded 
As colder while in
Grids less resilient 
Demand spike fulfillment 
Is less than sufficient 
Left as deficient 
This crisis will see less lives lived

Frawstakwa:
Flood waters are rising
Quickly icing over
Placing many drivers
In danger take care
Traffic is grinding
To a halt 
Hear the sound 
In the distance 
Of horns as they blare

CKP:
Don’t attempt to travel
As emotions unravel 
Unless you’re in a fragile
Situation in need of
Quick evacuation retreat of 
The basement 
Low income displacement 
Outta compliant encasement 

Frawstakwa & CKP:
Storm of the century 
Rising from the heat
Music in the streets 
Stalled front’s no time to chill
Traffics at a stand still
living takes the backseat 
Dancing to the beat

Frawstakwa:
Improving conditions
Refreshing 
Washing away 
In such a rush
The light thud
Of droplets 
Upon window panes
Out of reach
Out of touch

CKP:
Where 
Do we 
Go from here
When tenants have
To live in fear
When there
Housing can’t 
Withstand 
Severe
Weather conditions  

Frawstakwa:
The skies
They are clearing
The water subsiding
What puddles remain
Children splash without care
Whatever we’re going through
Weather the storm 
No matter what 
Anytime anywhere 
 
Frawstakwa & CKP:
Storm of the century 
Rising from the heat
Music in the streets 
Stalled front’s no time to chill
Traffics at a stand still
living takes the backseat 
Dancing to the beat

Storm Of The Century

VIBE remix

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Fly Focus

I live in Montreal West and the radio station in my kitchen is tuned 24/7 to Radio Station K103.7 located on the Kahnawake Indian Reservation.  One day a song by Garland Jeffreys was playing and my poetic juices started flowing. This song was the end result. Hope you enjoy.


                                                  Dominique Is Stoned


                                                       
As Dominique looks out his window
a song comes on the radio
it’s Garland Jeffreys singing to some senorita
saying something about the CIA.
Well it’s three o’clock in the afternoon
and he’s trying to write a tune
about what the Master said
when He turned stones into bread.
But between the words and the smiles
tears flow every once in a while
for he knows that the Masters’ chains
are the slaves’ master - it’s all a game. 

And Dominique 
Dominique                                      
is stoned 
stoned 
stoned
stoned.

Dominique does his best to understand
why the dealers get the upper hand
but he knows that hope turns to crime
in the ghetto even the shadows rhyme
as the children play in the lions den
all in the name of money rubles and yen
and on Sunday it’s “In God We Trust
thank you Jesus for dying for us.”
But between the nightmares and the dreams
his hopes and schemes like diamonds gleam
for he knows that when push comes to shove
we all need someone to love.

And Dominique
is stoned  
stoned 
stoned
stoned. 

 
Dominique spends most his free time
trying to change water into wine
and watching the changes of the colours
he’d like to touch a guru - even a saviour
meet the King of Kings - the Queen of Queens
before the curtains draw the final scene
and the crowd yells crucify - crucify
another false one - he must die
but between the visions and burning bushes
uppers and downers and hip-hop rushes
he knows the day - the day will come
when everyone will touch The Sun.

And Dominique
Dominique 
is stoned
stoned 
stoned 
stoned
stoned
stoned.
 



Dominique Is Stoned

Rippin Rhymes - Mustafa Khan 'Steppin In The Ring' ft. Shorty Mic & Cyba in association with UK Wrestling (produced by Cyba).

Mustafa Khan 'Steppin' In The Ring' ft. Shorty Mic & Cyba

A couple of months ago, Rodolfo Planes from Tierra del Fuego sent me a wonderful piece of music (in a different key and without lead guitar) that he hoped I’d write lyrics for… 
I was so excited that the first verse popped into my head almost straightaway, and with great patience and honesty, Rodolfo lead me through the learning curve that would be the gestation of this song.
The passionate music somehow stirred in me a sense of longing and belonging, combined with the enforced isolation from loved ones during lockdown. I think Rodolfo’s music helped me express this powerfully.
His solo still continues to move me even after countless listens. I am very grateful to him for this opportunity and I sincerely hope we can work on other projects. 
Thanks for listening and please check out Rodolfo’s cloud if you can.

Composition, instrumentation, arrangement and production: https://soundcloud.com/rplanes
Lyrics and vocals: https://soundcloud.com/markjbennett
Image of Loch Maree, Scotland used with kind permission of Douglas Corrance.

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/set-me-down-that-road

I know where I’m going,
Though I don’t know where I am.
My drive ain’t slowing,
If it’s Birmingham, Alabam.
Gotta get me on the road,
Back to where I’m coming from,
Might not have the zip code,
But I know where I belong. 
I know, I know, I know that I belong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I know what I’m missing,
And where I might find it.
Without even reminiscing,
I’m right back there, I admit.
Close my eyes, and I’m there,
Though in reality,
I’m still stuck in elsewhere,
And I’m the absentee.   
I know, I know, I know that I’ve done wrong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I’ve been uninvited,
Yet I felt compelled to come
A need to be reunited,
Whatever the outcome.
This prodigal believes,
In the error of his ways.
He vows that he’ll never leave,
Where his hat now he lays
I know, I know, I know that I’m back home.
It has taken some time,
But I feel at home already.
I’ve been down that road.

Set Me Down That Road - Continental Collision - Now Available on Bandcamp

Rib Ladders

This  is a song Mwayi "Lady Pace" and one of my projects called Trisektor wrote while she has been stranded here  on Bowen island  during  covid,, we've done  about six now,  and its lookin like we might have time to do a few more , before  she can get back to Malawi,

Waiting For A Sunset

Hello world, Friends! Presenting the 2021 remix of our 2017 track.
Still 94 Bpm, vibe. Simply much better on the mix. New beats etc.
We thank you 4 listening. Love 4 support, feedback. Be returned.
Stay sane, stay healthy. Stay UUUP! Much more coming soon. 
20/02/2021 Uploaded.

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Red Dirt Diamond Lyrics

This is about how a kid can have the greatest memories even though the times were very hard.  We hope you enjoy it!

Lyrics;
The field was old , I was young
Just a red dirt diamond and more weeds
than grass

My friends and I, a ragtag crew
From the wrong side of the tracks

But hey, we were always there to play
And hey batter swing away

My old man worked at that old soup plant
Like most the dads of the other kids

The families from the factories
were only just one step
from sliding down to the skids

But hey, in the field we'd always play
Hey batter swing away

The color of the memories begin to thin
To black and white and of mice and men

Sometimes we'd all just up and fight
Because someone would lose their temper
But mostly we all got along
At least as best I can remember

The field is old and so am I
And no one plays out there no more

The final game had long been played
And no one kept the score

But crazy me, my thoughts go there each day
hey batter swing away.

Red Dirt Diamond

culture catches,and turns into simulacra..things and nothings

sombras

Producer. Hip Hop, House, techno etc.
Sometimes I write, Rap. Do hooks, DJ.
I follow those who listen. Support me.
Your attitude is equally important as
your talent. Don’t check Dm much.
Especially those who just take.
Ain’t no mug, user, fool. Chow!

connect here…
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#frawstakwapella 

#frawstakwrumental

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