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Love Is The Answer ( DAV & Deenz)

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JOY IN THE MORNING

“Chant It” is the follow up single to the Winta James and Protoje produced “Bit Too Shy” released Fall 2014, and is the second single off Sevana’s upcoming project, an enchanting debut EP from the artist that is on the way.

Produced by Winta James

Chant It

Written by Emmanuel Fernandez (Paranormal)
Produced by Nea
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Gio Flow at Langumas Studios, Queens, NY

https://soundcloud.com/kimmy-pacent's music: https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=kim+pacent

Flowers around me blossom oddly...strange colors of bodies without numbers haunt me/ Who shall die for a thousand lies mounted for some payoff/ Immune to the tunes of chaos, holders of the unorthodox/ We will not, I repeat we will not, prepaid visions/ Dream dodger martyr, system dropout, one of many eraser children/ Reply as anti...man in a box on his own time/...Yet the verdict rebukes our soul/ Speak for weirdos who can't cope under tear stained pillows/ Blow up the outside world, pathos of patient zero/  Come through as taboo, tuned from the squalor house of blues/ This is the punk movement renewed, beauty behind the bruise/                                                                           


The fuck you know about your Queen locked in psych wards/...And seeing that emptiness take your Dawn/ Your CD spins gifts, may it shine eternally/ Something not meant for me/ Something only in dreams/ I agree at times 'Thinking Is' the enemy/ Closer to closure...cries behind the Stygian strings/ Conversations with thin air, disgrace in the mirror/ That fallen grace figure...grows lesser/ The veil of a smile for outsiders, shadows of the heart draw back from that unforgettable fire/...Stereo I want it on, tune in to turn away from all/ Stereo I want it on, tune in to turn away from yall/ 


Twitch from just a thought of caress/ An inch of forever captured...twisted by tears of joy and regret/ A junkie for any sort of happiness, memoirs of the abandoned generation/ Again I apologize 'cause I've mistaken/ 

To Kimberly Pacent. If I may quote Psalms 30:5, "Tears may flow in the night, but joy comes in the morning." To a Queen and comrade whose presence alone was a gift. Not a day goes by where your smile and laughter does not reverberate in my psyche. Where I don't recall your phone calls just to assure me, "until we hang out again, find things to laugh and smile at in the meantime." May all of us continue to do so. Major appreciation to Nea (https://soundcloud.com/theneaexperience) for her incredible contribution behind the production boards. A short outline was all she needed to concoct such a tribute. -Beauty Behind The Bruise (Anti)-      
*Recorded and mixed by https://soundcloud.com/gioflow at Langumas Studio.
*Art cover by https://soundcloud.com/kimmy-pacent

Beauty Behind The Bruise (Anti)

Beauty Behind The Bruise (Anti) [Prod. Nea] *FREE DOWNLOAD*

Theory of Harmony

In My Head

Words of empowerment for any girl/woman who has ever had to overcome any struggle in life. A letter written to herself but Zosia saw it fitting to share it with the world on International Women's Day.

"Pretty Girl the sun will rise again." - Zosia McGregor

Pretty Girl - Zosia McGregor (Ras-I Musique)

Written by Emmanuel Fernandez (Paranormal)
Produced by Verbal Lexapro & Paranormal
Recorded & Mixed by Julio Trinidad at The Wizard Factory, Queens, NY 
Mastered by DJ Fred Ones at TME Studios, The Bronx, NY

Media enslavement (x3)
Media enslavement, corporate control of entertainment
Effective weapons through the arsenal of manipulation
Structured confusion, the feeble inadvertently choosing 
Hope in the illusion, the backbone for their throne
Fuck their propaganda, time for action, cock the hammer
March of the giants that break silence, waving freedom's banner
May God be with us in the final standoff
Victories ours, guns at the stars, celebrate like its a walk off
Unstoppable with the illest arseal possible
Addition to spirit, we've conquered all obstacles
Rap John Conner, the future is ours
With thoughts, travel beyond what city landscapes can offer
Relinquish the sequence of the past
And believe we can avert the perilous destiny of man
Fuck dough, its for the soul
This life is like the twilight zone in search for some identity like Jason Bourne
Replenished, exert the hidden force naturally in us
Home of the cop killers, hollow tip cap peelers
With hearts cold enough as the most frigid winters
At times life boils down to the most precious minutes
They kill a army with silent weapons for silent wars
Dissidents committed to psychiatric wards, no remorse
And anyone else who dares to get involved
Is this the final call demanding that weapons are drawn?
Its a new dawn where those despised arise accordingly
Anomally anonymous to NYPD authority
Allegories on big screens and on the tvs hourly
Bugging on terminator under purple haze odyssey
Pardon me if I offend those trapped in a bubble
Life's a hustle where half the struggle counts for muscle
Spit truth that stutters judges
Break bread amongst brothers like murals that resemble the last supper

The follow up single off the upcoming sophomore album, The Project For Global Madness, Shine Eternal further displays the cinematic, dark yet beautiful themes as I described before. Especially here in its free form poetic delivery. Salute to Verbal Lexapro for the co-production. And to comrade Wiz for engineering the session at the now defunct Wizard Factory.

The Project For Global Madness

Shine Eternal

Shine Eternal (Prod. Verbal Lexapro & Paranormal)

Copyright 2018 BMI All Rights Reserved 
(E. Fernandez, N. Virdis)

Written & Performed by Paranormal
Produced by @https://soundcloud.com/neasama
Cuts by Nea
Recorded by Gio Langumas at Langumas Studios, Queens, NY
Mixed by DJ Fred Ones at TME Studios, The Bronx, NY

We tend to duck when the truth spits
Gun clicks in consonance with the concept of time...tick, tick
My environment devised by lying men
Imperium of delirium, a stranger to elated sentiments 
Lost internally in some unknown distance, screaming out rejection
Am I demented to dare question?
The regulated messes vested in this nation under God
The blood streaks of stars and stripes that certify your social bond
Screaming please let me be, I'll allow myself to be deceived
For the sake of safety, sedated by the crave for TV dreams
Its passive habits from a generation abandoned
Consumer zombies that frolic to the avenues of Madison
Its the zeitgeist of high tech intellectual bandits
Our love will never be income, its considered beyond logical standards 
So what the fuck is logic, when too many questions is a problem 
We pardon ourselves from the nuisance, distorted by the gossip

Blood Streaks of Stars & Stripes

Blood Streaks Of Stars & Stripes (prod. Nea)

Copyright 2018 BMI All Rights Reserved 
(E. Fernandez, N. Virdis)

Written & Performed by Paranormal 
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/neadunkel
Recorded & Mixed by Gio Langumas at Langumas Studios, Queens, NY

Shadows within the heart creeping, something must break, we are not wanted
Something must break, we are not wanted, tomorrow comes today
Happy meal smiles instructed by the amusement, loner and drunkard
Mood for merging, warped in, surrounded by living room vermin
Begin again...begin again

Begin again to end the same, spit in distorted riffs, Serial Experiments Lain
Bargain for bits, pay for tomorrow's pain
Spread ugliness beyond the mirrors' edge, a thousand words from one stare
Who dares decipher the stone face children of lesser men
Begin again...

Don't take advantage, nor ever take it for granted, the pain of a phantom
Isolation provoking madness, relayed in a broken and battered language
The plastic trees can only lead for how far? Such a sky for how long?
Live on through the lost touch, graduated from the indoctrination of the false
A dream with no direction, elements of truth in the facade
Luck and love misconception, daily dosage of remedial charm
Purity of imagination as some sort of drugs, white lights spin
Perhaps I live in a glitch, trapped in the same lie
Sunken, slowdive, shadows grip shattered fixtures
A dead end destination in the stillness of reminiscing
Cries for help perceived in a foreign tongue, of fire and love
Soul rust, hold up, rip them down, hold me up
Miracles of life in tandem with the waste of war
Oh stigmata martyr with sword, I yearn to escape in rebirth

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