A SONIC CONVERSATION WTIH HILLARYNX AND KU-RO
PRODUCED BY HILLARYNX

WHAT IS SOLIDARITY TO RHYTHM ? (Ku-Ro & Hillarynx in conversation)

Performed and Written by Hillarynx
Produced by Akin 
Sound Engineer by Harpaal Sanghera
Mixed by Banks
Mastered by Andy ‘Hippy’ Baldwin
Saxophone by Solaariss

Belly Full

Belly Full (Debut Single)

Always Do It by Hillarynx + Roseland En Why Cee

The nu-jazz ballad centres around the question “Why must we suffer, from one another ?”, encouraging the listener to explore their shadow self and beliefs about human nature. Our political climate is plagued with genocides to the cost of living crisis.  

Producers aka BAND: Hillary Juma (Vox), Anna Adetiba (BVs & Sax), Raef Commissar (Drums & BVs), Hamish (Sax, flute), James Tong Han Lee (Keys), Sravudh Tanhai (Bass)

Pre-save: https://hillarynx.ffm.to/the3rd

Lyrics


Verse 1

Why must suffer, 
From one another,
Why must we hide
To stay alive 
Use money as a weapon 
To take others peace
What must it take us 
to get to the streets ?

Chorus

I’m on the third, 
Degree of discontent 
Can’t live in lies
Can’t live in regrets 

I’m on the third 

I’m on the third, 
Degree of discontent 
Can’t live in lies
Can’t live in regrets 

Verse 2

People smiling in your face
Brush their teeth with your tears
Intoxicated by the taste 
Delirious 
They can’t take community serious 
Just another clout tag
I'm on the third degree
I can’t even urghh now


Pre-chrous

So why must we suffer 
So why must we suffer 
So why must we suffer 
We
For what ? 
For what ?

Chorus

I’m on the third, 
Degree of discontent 
Can’t live in lies
Can’t live in regrets 

I’m on the third 

I’m on the third, 
Degree of discontent 
Can’t live in lies
Can’t live in regrets

the 3rd

I was at Orii South this week, and the great and wonderful Nualoe was hosting and kindly recorded this audio. Special shout out to the Orii house band: Demba on Bass, CJ on Drums, Neue Graffik on Keys and David Kayode on Sax - Luke on Sound Engineering

Accessibility Lyrics:
the last time i was home
to see my mother we kissed
exchanged pleasantries
and unpleasantries pulled a warm   
comforting silence around
us and read separate books

i remember the first time
i consciously saw her
we were living in a three room   
apartment on burns avenue

mommy always sat in the dark
i don’t know how i knew that but she did

that night i stumbled into the kitchen
maybe because i’ve always been
a night person or perhaps because i had wet
the bed
she was sitting on a chair
the room was bathed in moonlight diffused through   
those thousands of panes landlords who rented
to people with children were prone to put in windows   
she may have been smoking but maybe not
her hair was three-quarters her height
which made me a strong believer in the samson myth   
and very black

i’m sure i just hung there by the door
i remember thinking: what a beautiful lady

she was very deliberately waiting
perhaps for my father to come home   
from his night job or maybe for a dream
that had promised to come by   
“come here” she said “i’ll teach you   
a poem: i see the moon
               the moon sees me
               god bless the moon
               and god bless me”   
i taught it to my son
who recited it for her
just to say we must learn   
to bear the pleasures
as we have borne the pains
 
Copyright Credit: Nikki Giovanni, “Mothers” from My House. Copyright © 1972 by Nikki Giovanni. Used with the permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
Source: The Collected Poems of Nikki Giovanni (2003)

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