Work In Progress. A shift towards a slightly different sound and feel.

Repercusions.Revised

this track describe the things that happened around the world 🌍🌍
I think God knows about it 

ONLY GOD KNOWS

A love letter to the girl I’ll never have

“Can’t Wait” Verse

Devoted hours is done, now time to work on devil's 

Devoted hours ft. Yxngshoota

Knock It Off (Prod. by Jkei)

I was working on a new track one morning, worrying about the lack of response we'd had overnight from our daughter, who was travelling.

An hour later, we got the news that she had died in her sleep. She was just 18.

It was touch and go whether I would carry on producing new music given the association with her death, and given the very strong emotions that music brings out.

It quickly become clear that music was my lifeline, and that producing new tracks helped me to grieve - to remain in touch with the torrent of emotions and express them creatively and in the only way I knew how. The music I produced from then on has been indelibly changed and shaped by these emotions.

My daughter loved music, and had eclectic and mature taste for a late teenager. Every track on this album was written during the first two years of my grief, and every one has a connection to my daughter, or to our grief.

This record is dedicated to her, and to all who have known grief. It is released on what would have been her 21st Birthday.

Finally

New Sound. New heights. Same old Codey Tee
 

Can Only Be Me

A kind of rap adaptation of Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare.

Lyrics:
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

— William Shakespeare

Sonnet 66

elvenforest

by myself [p. csl1]

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