Name: Yearn by Harv
Duration: 3 min 18 s
Description: This is a bit dramatic. Not safe for happy ears. Your depressed suicidal friends will love this one.

Playboi Carti "Pissy Pamper (Kid Cudi) But it's latin

Playboi Carti "Pissy Pamper (Kid Cudi)" But it's latin

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Mei and I have been fortunate enough to write and arrange a version of the song that introduced me to bossa nova. The reimagined cover, self released under Public Confession Art House, sonically and thematically honors Jobim's existential conceit.

releases March 30, 2023 
Originally written by Antonio Carlos Jobim
Arranged and Performed by John Roseboro and Mei Semones
Coproduced by Luke Jr
Michael Barnes on Bass
Daniel Robinson on Tenor Saxophone 
Reid Deveraux on Trombone and Piano
Isac Jamba on Drums and Percussion

Public Confession Art House

Lyrics:
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The nod of the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wing, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a bean, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone
In a truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud!

Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing
A cock, a quail, the promise of spring
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Mei
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart


Psycho, sycophant
A rant, a rave
A goat, a lamb
A siren, a scream
The ocean, the sand
A friend, a cop
A car, a crash
My hand, a slap
A cloud, a storm
A star, a way
A charm, a future
A song, a snake

A stick, a stone, the end of the load
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A night, a death, the end of the run
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart

Waters Of March

Lyrics:
Still tried to give you the best of what I had to give
Society on my head, I tried to lose it's grip
This outcome's looking grim

I know we're losing it
I know I switch my preference
I know I've got a deficit
And sometimes it makes me desperate

Desperation
Laughing at me to my face again
Separation
Has me questioning my faith again

Still hoping that I'll see ya
I'll see ya
I'll see ya

Still hoping that I'll see ya
I'll see ya
I'll see ya

Say it twice and I'll believe ya
Believe ya
Believe ya

Say it twice and I'll believe ya
Believe ya
Believe ya
Believe ya

Don't know why I still let you push my limitations
I go as far as switching up my expectations
Don't know why I get so caught up in simulations
No steering clear of all your constant calculations

I know I'm off of this
I know something has got to shift
I feel it take it's course
I know, I know, I'm under it
Sometimes I gotta stay current with you
I can't shake that it really really feels like we're through

Still hoping that I'll see ya
I'll see ya
I'll see ya

Still hoping that I'll see ya
I'll see ya
I'll see ya

Say it twice and I'll believe ya
Believe ya
Believe ya

Say it twice and I'll believe ya
Believe ya
Believe ya
Believe ya

say it twice

This is a bit dramatic. Not safe for happy ears. Your depressed suicidal friends will love this one.

Yearn

Harv

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