Sometimes only knowing that something or someone is there is just enough. Here is a song to serenade absence.
http://youtu.be/2g0qkhhZad4

It Always Has Been There

Desuetude

Surrender

Hunter's Solitude

Je T'aime, Mon Amour.

Melancholia

The One I Lost

Listen To My Dream. Together. In Apnea.

I Wish I Was Stronger

To Hold Your Hands

Here is a video of what I saw while hearing Vestal Adoration. My lens engulfed by the forest it tries to capture.
http://youtu.be/MRBCrFa08Eg

Vestal Adoration

Alone

Beautifully Painful

Solitary Crush

Manon's Secret

Embrace Yourself

Safe

Supermoon is watching. Open yourself to what needs to be said and done. Confess to yourself.

Confess

Tomorrow Kings - Imagine Tomorrow featuring Sense One (from Nigger Rigged Time Machine available on ReServed Records)

Artwork By Willie "SKECH185" McIntyre Jr.

Available for streaming and purchase at http://tomorrowkings.bandcamp.com
and http://reservedrec.com

LYRICS:

Malakh El: Fresh out a slave state of mind refined and unfrightened. I’m a beast over beats like vampires and lycans. Put “pause”(paws) on that braggadocio. This is showdown at High Noon. Consume the El’s the Sherrif at this rodeo. Mufasa of Pride Rock rockin’, huntin’ hienas. Hip Hop Hipsters with a flow as fluid as aquafina. Cause I’m ‘Oh, SO SERIOUS’. I just hope you listenin’. While we be play-in position like video game systems. My role is to free souls. But sometime in the 80’s, the powers that be been don’ put in the cheat code. I throw punches in bunches like Roy Jones. And clones tryna destroy home, Sherlock. With babies slain in the street, Nobody screams MURDA. You’re too collective use to rappers that you never heard of. Try to take out the conscious emcee so we scream “Word Up. And in the atmosphere that trapped us until El heard us. I got a divine swag to my step nowadays. As my stream of thought transforms into title waves. Each breath a clean step to the level next. Using cultivated intellect thru this man made Earth maze. Street sweet flow with angles of observation. Bullet time rhyme. Breaker 1-9 design. Galaxy is mine till the stars cease to align. You reach in your rhymes, I reach in my mind. Who draws quicker? Jean Michel glow always drew the bigger picture. My species appears to be a society of grifters. And I hope that my sobriety delivers. With a twist, I give you a gist, and uplift those goin’ thru tough shit.

Sense One: Mark cassettes up with caution. Stretch tapes like sick walkmans. You a dead man trying to call shots like Charles Darwin. The game’s morphing. Hard knock like Annie orphan.You should take what you could get like sellouts with no auctions.

Wizard Jenkins The Great: It ain’t ‘94, nigga. We can’t go back. 4/4 boom bap flow. It’s the same old crap. 4-5 .9 milli walking the lamo trap. Cliché he say-she say. I been there, Black. Done that. I’m sick of this shit. I need something new. Cure of Hagakure, New wave of Sun Tzu. Paul Mooney, Dave Chappelle, George Carlin too. Coltrain, Thelonious Brain, Dizzie Davis, Blakey Roaches Smokin’, Dukes counting futuristic frames from Mahavishnu orchestras Cadillac Chess Games. T.K. mind frame is a Linux mainframe, Musical Rubix Cube-Oshe-Hood –Boys-Bomb-Squad-Spray. It seems like Today is a very Odd Ball Day. Niggas with loot for throwback shoes trying to ball play. Singing varsity blues. Roster cuts in the hallway. We coaching the new school with suicide drills all day. Yall keep failing the class ‘cause you ain’t learn the lesson. Thirty-year-old demo niggas is still rapping but you ain’t plan for the obsolescence. We got a suggestion. We got a suggestion.

Gilead7: Materialize on the wall of the Buddha. Been so long since I’ve seen such degenerate devolution with my own eyes. Shocking ad hocking for boogie popping. The DJs play jibberish and they skip to it. Laws of entropy limitless. It’s dark and I wish I had a lightsaber so I could stab it in the chest of Mark Fulla Flavor. A perpetuator of broken records. A hum dum of drum collages. Call me the maharashi with a trance that slams monotony when I meditate. Bahamadia beautiful but her skill is a skeleton in the eyes of the future. From the perspective of a King from 2099 backtracking to 2009 but it looks like 1999. And to them I’m divine like Cortez to my Aztec neighbors. My helmet soaked in Starfleet lazers. Drizzy Drake and Ang see me as space invaders. And that’s fine. I’m cursed to be an innovator from the sins of the bloodline of my grandfather. Stab with sharpened clay ancient potters.

Tomorrow Kings - Imagine Tomorrow featuring Sense One (GFT remix)

Full Moon needed another song. Tonight I did this for her. 
It's called Petals.

Petals

New sounds, new thoughts. Holding hands with myself, and feeling so ready to hold yours. All is gold, all is new. I'm ready.

You Are Golden

Time will lift you over fears. This time it was the biggest. While the moon landed in paradox. I flew and it gave me Vertigo in Reverse.

Cover photography by the amazing 
Chad Kamenshine / chadkam.com

NY2014

Vertigo in Reverse

Our Life Is A Fantasy (2009)

Buck 65 - Way Back When (GFT remix)

Greetings From Tuskan & Serengeti - Civilian

Serengeti & Polyphonic - Call The Law (GFT remix)

A Year After (Bike For Three! promo track)

Made for my friend Lamon Manuel.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK2HmafHn8s&feature=youtube_gdata_player
tomorrowkings.bandcamp.com

Lamon Manuel - Shit. Everything We Have Together is Falling Apart (GFT remix)

The Unreached Kiss

It's a full moon tonight. The last of the winter. I did my best to honour it with sound. I made this in the span of one hour. Here is me sharing it with you.

--

http://youtu.be/eJtfesUojFQ

Love Is Round

These are my sounds to the wonders of sharing. 

The short and fleeting moment of understanding when two people share a moment of intimacy. 

Be it in art, life or dreams. 

If you can, please listen to this alone in the dark. It'll help.

http://youtu.be/2prlTZIDA1A
--

Words:

Plus fidèle que la mélancolie 
Ton silence apaise la fièvre
De nos moments d’infini 
Seul l’écho d’un désir exquis 
Suspendu au bout de mes lèvres

Come Close & Whisper

My homage with sound to the supermoon who we are lucky to witness right now.

Free download at http://greetingsfromtuskan.bandcamp.com/

Supermoon

Making music for consolidation, an arm around your shoulder and some goosebumps if I'm lucky.

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