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Sacred Sorrow- Social Suicide - 2013

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Exclusive single from the 2016 Little Heart Records compilation. Produced by Nick B.

Stay Down [prod. Nick B]

"where the days are all night"

produced by el-p
additional guitar by matt sweeney
additional keys by nick hook
mixed by joey raia
mastered by joe laporta

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Thanks to the late Manuel Alvarez Bravo for creating the cover art photo “Fireworks for the Infant Jesus”, 1990 (Castillo en el barrio del Niño), by Manuel Álvarez Bravo (c) Copyright 1990 Archivo Manuel Álvarez Bravo, S.C.


fuck that bright shit
the spot or the flashlights 
we in la ducking both 
in the shadows with lead pipes 
the days are all night

see if i pay edison
no medicine
these blues ain’t more better when
my fever rise in the jungle 
as quick as the price spikes
the days are all night

my future snapped like a rubber band
off my fold on a hand to hand
he drew from his waist
i put two in his roof
and i can still hear his screams 
all night 

now they ride their portfolios 
like rodeos
rise every time my cherry glows
on the end of my cig as 
the smoke blows through the bars
and the co’s laugh fades
as he strolls away 
says i gotta pay 
off that roll away 
or its fuck your visitation days
and i pop off so in solitaire 
i dream of offing these fred astaires 
and the skin off my fingers tear 
we digging for windows here 
where the days are all night 

this city’s a trap my partner
under the lights of they choppers
bodies tools for they coffers
not worth the cost of our coffins
i stare at a future so toxic
no trust in the dust of a promise
won’t mark the name on a ballot
so they can be free to devour our options 
and just like you I’m a target
ill defined by the guap in my pocket
but the stage make figures 
as quick as it off em 
what marley  and pac get? 
i put these caps in capitals 
leave minds blazed in they capitols 
i step with a fury so actual fact 
that my offense could be capital 

we digging for windows here


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Pale Electric

Lockman's Album

1917

Crossed Hearts X Closed Minds
We scream compassion like we all know what that means
We always have such hope until someone else is in need
Closing our doors on those escaping tyranny 
Land of brave, land of the free, until someone needs help from me
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger they say
What were they saying as your homes burned away?
We’re just trying to find a home
But, there is no place we belong
I can relate to the fear that’s in their eyes
I’ve seen some monsters too, mine just wear a disguise
They preach, parade and always boast of their humanity
While children starve, suffering endures, and greed fuels almost everything
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger they say
What were they saying as your homes burned away?
We’re just trying to find a home
But, there is no place we belong
We’re just trying to find a home
But, there is no place we belong
Trying, whoa-oh
But there is no place we belong
What happened to compassion, was it lost with their land?
An echo of a people faded in the sand
Escaping from a shadow that we’ve never known
Running to find safety, trying to find a home
They’ve heard of our love and they’ve heard of our grace
But when they come running our doors slam in their face
Are we a people of fear or are we a people of truth?
What about when we need saving? 

When will they come for you?
This means more from where they stand
A loss of hope, fleeing their land
Exposed to fear, where is our truth?
Compassion lost…
When will they come for you?

1917

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