1 day I would love to see the movie exist........together with a budget that do not exist and a camera that creates the same feeling that the soundtrack does. IF that they comes.......give me a shout and I would love to participate.

Chapter 1: Time & Patience.

The rain in my brain,
Is quaint and I am fain to stay on this train,
Over any terrain, until I am decayed by pain,
Until I am bloodstained,
And slain.

I’ll love, care and cherish,
Embellish a chalice of callused,
Unfairness, outside the carriage,
Pathetic fallacy is malice with showers and shadows.

Liberate your mind,
And your mouth will follow,
Give, take or find,
And you’ll reap what you sew,
Keep what you grow,
Hone what you know,
 I was told long ago,
Paper folded swans float,
As long as they hold and we’re folded with hope,
We can cope and elope,
And keep this boat afloat. 

As the train reaches its destination,
The station by the name of ‘Time & Patience’,
A stranger is waiting,
Holding a beige suitcase,
I recognise her face,
And her adjacent bodily formation,
But I can’t place her,
I want to chase her,
Face her,
Ask her,
And demand an answer.

As I was daydreaming to space,
A man dressed in grey,
Stepped off of the train,
And with him escaped a ‘hey’ and wave,
To the lady of whose face I couldn’t place.
They kissed and hugged,
I could’ve listed a hundred,
Things I should’ve done,
But I guess, I’ll just wait,
Maybe I prayed,
But I heard something say,
I’d see her again.

The weather then settled,
The rain became gentle,
So I stepped into the isle,
And on to the step gripping tight to the metal,
I’d disembarked at ‘Time & Patience’,
And on the platform the reason why became blatant,
The lady of whose face I couldn’t place,
Was prioritised over any vocation,
And I wasn’t waiting to see where I’d be taken,
So I post haste raced behind the unplace-able lady ,
And her date dressed in grey,
I stopped and exclaimed,
“Wait!” 

“Can we help you, young man?”
Asked the date dressed in grey,
Who now had turned,
And I’d learnt his hair was the same.

“Erm, yeah maybe,
I’m a little bit lost,
I meant to get off at frustrated and cross,
But I was lost in my thoughts,
So it was ‘Time & Patience’ I got off”.

“Oh, god”
He replied,
Let out a sigh,
“There are no more trains,
And ‘Frustrated & Cross’,
And I’m afraid from here,
It’s a prestigious walk.
But I’ll tell you what,
What about this offer?
We have a spare room,
Why not just be our lodger?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course it’s no bother!”

(chorus)


Beautiful innocence in this one..... lovely.

i love you. this album is a fucking mazing. sharing on my Experimental Hip-Hop facebook page hope you don't mind

there should be another comment here, i deleted it, may God forgive me

And, in this scene, the prot. starts the day just like any other....

untitled (waking up)

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