Audio of my live set from Ross Lake, CA. Watch the set on YouTube here: https://youtu.be/ImHigocA83E

Tracklist
00:00 Le Youth - Feel Around You feat. LeyeT
06:00 Le Youth - Hang On ID
10:30 Le Youth - I'm Alive
14:27  Le Youth, Sultan + Shepard - Pattern
18:35 Spada - Cold Water
23:25 Luzi Tudor - Evolve
29:00 Tube & Berger, Chris Luno - Daily Twist
32:30 Le Youth - See You Everywhere
37:05 Le Youth - If Only
42:00 Le Youth - Skin of Gold
46:09 Agents of Time - The Mirage
49:20 Ezequiel Arias - Dreamlike
55:00 Le Youth - New Love ID

Le Youth - Sunset Set - Ross Lake, CA

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Winter 2022 MixTape

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My set from Countdown NYE 2022. Enjoy.

Upcoming dates:
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1/13 - Walter Studios, Phoenix, AZ
1/14 - Bauhaus, Houston, TX
2/3 - Prism, Chicago, IL
3/4 - Superior Ingredients, Brooklyn, NY
5/4-5/8 - Desert Hearts Festival, Lake Perris, CA

Mikey Lion - Live @ Countdown NYE 2022

look up the stars are beautiful
we can connect the dots
i made a heart for you
you said thank you then i kissed you x2

we're laying in the grass
im getting bug bites
you say lets go inside
i say no not inside

these bug bites 
are here today
but theyll be better the next day
or even the next day

so lets lay under this tree
no one but you and me
underneath the stars
with no lights or flashing cars x2

hey how are you today
i think i like you
i think i like you
i really like you

we can sit around all day long
we can smile and sing love songs
cause everything we do
makes me really love you

come on lets play mortal kombat
you beat me look at that
i didnt let you win
but i let you in

to my hearrrrrtttttt
i let you into my
i let you into my

to my hearrrrrtttttt
i let you into my
i let you into my 
heart

look up the stars are beautiful
we can connect the dots
i made a heart for you
you said thank you then i kissed you x2

under this tree

Fleetingness

The soft nimble earth
and the ever present air
and the fire in twilight
and the embers of dawn
and the color of the sunset
and the long hues of the sunrise
and the chastity of music
and the hovering hummingbird
reaching out it’s tongue
into the heart of flowers
and the white swan looking
for love over a vast open pond
and the light that mixes
with the darkness
and the sanctity of the dawn
and the stillness of the dawn
and the quiet of the dawn
without sound in the rising
the crackling twigs covered in moss
the old man with the long white
beard saying farewell with a wave
to the young boy with a smile
and the terrible mistake of humankind
to let in the uglyness
to get out into the world and believe
in things that do not exist
to not create but to be under the
spell of illusion, the way a trap is
sprung with something exceedingly sweet
and exceptional, but are empty promises,
hollow hopes that is greed
and are not pure and giving
in the the music of the mind that is
always fleeting, like the visions of the
angels trumpeting with golden horns
from cosmic clouds, to the man who
carries too much reality, like a burdened
donkey, like an uncut diamond, like hemlock,
who goes into the night passed midnight
starving for love, tortured by the highways
and the lonely starstruck nights
of isolating cold and the vast
open fields of sky
and the trees clattering amongst themselves
singing in the breeze, and all the grandeur
we have lost, and all the impossible nothingness to dream
and the idols, and the saints, and the artists,
masters of the forgotten chaos,
the misunderstood reality,
the light blue hues amongst the golden rays,
the flowing river without a name,
or interruption, (the gasp before the sea)
the cars driving, moaning and rattling
and sighing, the endless misery, confusion, and need,
the incense rich monasteries shrouded in mist,
isolated by holiness, filled with Buddhas,
and beads and scrolls of wisdom,
truth unnoticed, passerbyers of the breeze,
the dappling shadows, the coy fish
casting iridescent ripples in the pond
that would not be still without them,
without them there is no meaning,
without them there is no life,
and the bird songs at dawn,
and the bird songs at dusk
and there is no consolation to beauty,
the melting clocks,
the lovers entwined over a bridge
whispering pretty secrets for the sky
to blush and let down her tumbling flowers,
the way in which the sea overflows with diamonds
that ooze and sparkle and dazzle and dance
and then are gone, and the boy with the imaginative
face and the disappearing smile and the love too big for the age,
the way in which a feather falls in the breeze,
effortless, and without a sound, that is how, we should be,
said, the Brahmin in the Elysian fields,
contemplating the naked bodies of June,
and the snowy wheat fields of May,
that the earth should be so beautiful and enormous,
that the earth should bloom in untold multitudes,
that the earth should gives us a voice and a hope
beyond grandeur, or salvation, or need of exit,
as a mirror is but a reflection,
as light is but time and distance,
as a flower is a flower is a flower is a flower,
and nothing more,
the sparkling eyes of all the universe
contained in our eyes and we but a flash
an instance of bliss and love and understanding,
a hope to defy ourselves and overcome created
suffering, to realize, to realize, and awaken
to find the dream unfolded before our eyes
and our gasps of exasperation
and our sighs of release
and our smiling sorrow,
to have before us everything we ever needed
the needle and the thread that goes through all of nature,
sowing it all together
in an all encompassing warm embrace,
singing to us,
everything is gonna be alright,
everything is fine,
everything is gonna be alright,
everything is fine,
meanwhile a sapling tree breaks through the soil
and a man looks up to the sky
and something deep within him stirs
now he understands
now he knows
seeing the birds fly in the sky
feeling the breeze
and smelling the ocean current
makes him feel a tremendous relief,
as if,
everything is gonna be alright,
as if,
everything is gonna be fine.

everything is gonna be alright

So Far

The little boy who warned me to
be kind to animals and laid blankets
out only where daisies did not grow
to not disturb the bees, was the first
and only saint of children, he would talk
to me with his serious blue face and
golden curls that fell over his brow
and were pushed in front of his eyes
by the wild wind that would play
with his hair, who spoke softly
and tenderly and only when needed,
who would announce here kitty, kitty, kitty
to the cats that did not understand
but were able to portend human
kindness, that would reward him by
coming over and sitting in his lap and rub
their face against his thighs, purring
and not clawing, who would take the
elderly by their hands and absorb their
years of suffering by just sitting with
them and laughing and sighing and not
caring about anything but the moment
that is endless, who would absolve
tears and say shhh to any fear
my saintly little soft speaking boy
of exuberant kindness, who would
smile in the presence of swarming
shadow, who would reach out his
uncalloused hands in the middle of
despair addled broken hearts, who would
lie face down for hungry lions
with cubs to devour him, who would
ask what's the color of God? and
answer it, blue, he'd say, the light
faced blue boy on the corner, the
one and only saint of children
the relief of the world who needs
his soft and loving like, who when
asked, what is heaven like? would
say it is happy, it couldn't be
anything else but happy
it is where everything that has ever
been separated comes together and
stays forever, it is happy, it couldn't be
anything else but happy.

Fleetingness

Happymonk

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