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# Ever since sales figures for physical records started to dwindle there has been a debate surrounding the future of the album format. Some people claimed that download practices of the average music fan would make the album as we know it redundant. There were already obituaries for the album as an art-form being published and those who declared that they only listen to single tracks on their iPod anyway. This served as a reminder that the LP was originally nothing more than a collection of a particular artists recent singles anyway. Whether 13&God were thinking about any of this when they started work on their second album „own your ghost“ or not is a different question. Although one might suppose so. For although „own your ghost“ in no way overpowering, it is so diverse that one sometimes has the feeling that one is listening to a compilation. Whoever opens themselves to this album is letting themselves in for an emotional rolercoaster of uncertain terminus. Everything seems to be possible on this record: deathly sad, enchanting indie hymns. Sharp stinging raps by Sharp stinging raps by Doseone with his distinctive voice. Understated grooves, Krautrock tracks, melancholy, lightness... The lyrics and song titles are another strength the album and one that binds it together. For on „own your ghost“ 13&God are dealing with life's big topics: growing old, death and mortality. In other words they are concerned with issues that pop music has traditionally left behind. Lyrics and song titles such as can't get the eat out of death, death major, old age, unyoung, to end, belong down etc. are like a read thread through pretty much all the songs. And the front cover depicts a weightless skeleton floating through the air. 13&God were founded in 2004 under adventurous circumstances by members of the bands Themselves (Adam Doseone Drucker, Jeffrey Jel Logan, Dax Pierson, Jordan Dalrymple) und The Notwist (Markus and Micha Acher, Martin Gretschmann). According to the legend the idea for the project was born on the highway near the Canadian border. A burning laptop and a stuffed fox apparently played central roles in the event. This transcontinental supergroup brings together curiosity, openness and ability. The Notwists signature is unmistakable – the absolute blueprint for experimental indie pop. The same goes for the Anticon band Themselves. That such different musicians time and again continue to surprise their listeners is to their highest credit. „own your ghost“ gives us a sense of how 13&God manage to stay afloat on a see of possibilities, rather than becoming shipwrecked on it.
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Members
adam 'doseone' drucker..dax pierson..jeff 'jel' logan..micha acher..markus acher..martin gretschmann..jordan dalrymple.....themselves.. and ..the notwist..
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Influences
www.anticon.com www.alientransistor.de 

13 & God: Old Age

CLOUDDEAD-CLOUDDEAD_I Promise Never To Get Paint On My Glasses Again (pt. 1)

Side B Clouddead #4; Jimmy Breeze 10'' - cLOUDDEAD

13 & God - Beat on us

13 & God -  Sure As Debt

13 & God - Perfect Speed

New album from the legendary Myka 9 of The Freestyle Fellowship.

Myka 9 - Don't You Go

cLOUDDEAD - Rifle Eyes

My favorite song off Skeleton repellent...yes i misspelled  the album title wrong:)
this is all built over jordan's real raw take for "swan meat" where he played glock and drums at the same time...i found it on a four track tape while recording skeleton rep...
also there is some BigKateBush in there...shhhhhh....


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Hardest Laugh

cLOUDDEAD - Danger Will Robinson Danger

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Tetra

Happy (feat. Derek Martin)

Somewhere between motivated and cold  

You on the ledge of all 241 ways to be you…basing guess upon guess
There…where…somewhere between motivated and cold
Believing your good friends down to the bile in their beautymarks…
they Who found you counting back toward yourself
so haven’t dreamt and Heavily armed 
Yet Another blues theif told in however and oneday…

And every Monday things begin with indescriminate street noise 
more vague and normal alliance of all those with high levels of work 
in their blood and clock in their wake
up early shaving damp breakfast skulls with fresh lady’s leg razor
so that the oneday the moon might hold a half a million nice size
hoods easy 
and plenty fast restaurants

by cum and by egg 
and laid low into creature
then
    cast out in the one cold of all names, 

this songs about disavowed sperm 
and the mining of human concern
many cells split, many men died in 1998
the year of my strong, fair rap collection

there are foot prints embraced far out on the frozen lake face
depressed  and kept from quite some cold ago, 
and they look brave, dangerous, man made
the sort of mark one can make on the world

you borrowed the camera from why 
and set it up by the printer and horsehead
obssesed with your pressing record 
to indulge in the shallows of here and immortal

is it god to name things from thin air
to have wind blow a few hundred dollar bills into your wallet 
to have 100cc’s liquid luck supplement
dug into your blood
by needle point and distant star

Are you busy loosing  yourself
In the quiet cell of abandoned old oakland
Pants undone, stole eye starting to water
Nailing a sign that speaks fear to a bank at the man made lake

You cop you

Will you now resort to black umbrellas in the sight blanching sun
Or stay indoors taking the pill to your face… 
 
Striking that lightning on nothing
Attempting to Teach yourself the art of cloning at home
In a smock Killing single cell sheep for straight weeks
till you give it all up for photoshop and using your teeth

there In a box with your things, stabbed airholes, and one wing 
or white lung, when your well will you stay 
since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring 
which one does endure 
 
like returning a foster-child twice or 
going the distance on songs for a compilation.

No one’s out there scared you’d set your eyes off 
all night on the ceiling in the dark 
think of a song or maybe breasts 

I thought I told you, this is not new…

Skinned by the speed of my one life
You have that desperate fair to your eyes
The look of a child who has just swallolwed a coin or army man
Almost too atuned  to the spoils of loved
Wishing he’d been born some sort of succulent or larvae
But your to soft for all that
You like your blood kept in the movies
And your head in a jar or a vase in a van on tour
Your guts clumped like dung in a sturdy hatbox
Heart slung safely in the stomach of a clean sock or two
Here you are a bag of milk to do tricks
And not as a function of pennies
And how you’ve dreamt
nosdam’s skull been predatored
Given a split at the hairline 
and hinged with a lid
And in it placed the single hard marble of art
And it is there it is kept


13&god "Superman On Ice"

Dj BAKU for President...
    I HEART JAPAN...

DJ BAKU ft. doseone "VOID it OUT"

A "SisterSong" to cLOUDDEAD's "This About the City"...
Dax, Jel, and myself used to kill this puppy LIVE...
my then 6year old kidSister did the ART...

LIVE your CITY...
R.I.P. John Peel...

this song was on 12" & the UrbanRenewalProgram Compilation.

themselves "ThisAboutTheCityToo"

And so laughs the calendar
Day domesticated and nailed up
Like a hung hunted beast head boast
It is time taxidermed
For a man kind to pet

…and so you dip your scarfs in iron….
These Are troubled times and….
so you dip your scarfs in iron…
These Are troubled times and….soooo…

They always were…
That’s all time has as edge
Is our jeopardy
Otherwise a most desperate creature
Like you or I
Only longer
And most lonely

A terrible thing really
Like a corpse left with the slightest of quick
A creature of specific 
and infinite gears
not just a mountain of decade length blades with clouds on top
It’s workin’s are
Not a rigid stab of adder only…you are whats sensitive to it…
Put Simple, Time always cuts away from itself…
Not at you….

May you not flash
Unprotected neck
At such an edge so readily


this lil Diddy about death, is off of 13&god  "Own Your Ghost"

13&god "Armored Scarves"

My official remix for @Disclosuremusic "You & Me"

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Disclosure - You & Me (Flume Remix)

A-Mi-Chemin (Feat. AKH & Ben L'Oncle Soul)

Smile Feat. Omar

So much for beating your indoor chest 
stood predator star, 
never picked only placed before doors.

Do you not now know what you poet…
holding your breath arms akimbo
stood base thinking in flames of yourself
at the manned gates to fair switzerland’s brink…   

would you fancy say going solo forever instead.
Setting sail for good on a standard stranded man crafted raft, 
equipped with nothing save few-hundred euros and the hypocrite inside you… 

lost where life is all but perfect, 
taking the longest cut across wide open ocean possible.
razor free and limeless on a never-again bent to kiss land tour…
…




and if things go well…
you might harvest plankton from the rotted raft’s rope 
for your supper, and for fluids take twice from yourself
a handful of urine sipped to grind spit.


In shark free waters you could paddle with your hands and feet for fun…
tipping her over if a rescue plane coasts overhead…
and at night feel for the moon making moves, 
forcing form on your un-mastered and visible quarter mile of ocean.

And by day on your back watching birds 
appear then dissolve in mid-migrate.
falling from a distant nowhere to an out of sight,
still looping in a starring role they’d played
 in what’s our early evolution…

and there you are sprawled out below them, 
fast forgetting tenth grade physics 
floating on a few killed trees tied close together...  

Hi up above you
in a hollywood-set-style heaven
beyond two floors of sky,
and another 5 of inner-most outer-space
hang awake darwin's bones. 
wheeled  on a hook to the edge of a cumulous cloud. 
peering down just, eating you up 
and loving your nature to death…

And there you’ll be,
 lain prostrate chipping salt 
 from your lips with starvation soft teeth 
 sprawled out in the way of the sun.
 You see no one truly cares if you take your bloated backpack,  
 big bag of tylenol, and the long way never into switzerland…

poor poor stranded and big gigantic poem man…
You have what sleeps inside you for your certain string of moments, 
and its un-plan thereafter only for your done & once sensitive skin… 


this song hails from....subtle's "For Hero: For Fool"...

subtle "nomanisisland"

In 2006, Before starting Our 'Crowns Down" Themselves lp that dropped in 2010. Dose and i were asked to do an exclusive track for a fundraiser cd called, African Jag Vol 1. This project was put together by Dj Krush and friends out of Japan.
This song is kind of the inspiration for the Crowns Down "Fuck a King" concept we kept for our 3rd Themselves release on Anticon. I also put an instrumental version on my Greenball 3rd cd, which you can download at http://jelsmusic.bandcamp.com/ If you heard this song before, well here it is again. If not enjoy this once released exclusive.

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