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Kaleidoscope [EP]
Additional Production: 
Raspy Meow (Coca Cola) - http://raspymeow.bandcamp.com/
Zay (American Cotton) - https://soundcloud.com/zayvsthem
Tadow (Mac Dre Remix) - https://soundcloud.com/tadowmusic
James The Bear (We'll Be All Right Remix) - https://soundcloud.com/jtb-43
Brohman (Wasteland Remix) - https://soundcloud.com/brohman-music

Album artwork by Travis Straw
Photograph by Eddie Dunkin

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Kaleidoscope

FOOL'S PARADISE

HURRICANE

Hurricane (Feat. Odd Coal) (Prod. Pacific)

Favorite Song (ft. Childish Ga

Produced by Zay (https://soundcloud.com/zayvsthem)

I'm about that progress
I'm about that progress
Never look back, naw, that's
full of mall rats I'm appalled at
full of all whack shit I'm beyond like an action
figure in a pixar flick from the past,
I'm addict
to betterment like a bubblegum package
I'm like the kid doin' crack in the back
of his stepdad's attic, too young to be into that shit, gotta be active
gotta go outside, and I'm yellin' why
I'm trynna build a motherfuckin' empire
So what that I miss a couple calls
it's been a couple months and I said it'd be tomorrow
My brother tells me that I gotta call mom
And I tell 'em that I will when I get a new home for her
and I get dad in a brand new porche
and I get me living in New York
in a flat with a view of the park
and chick with an ass like a peach from my orchard in Florida
That'll be a minute
And I'll see you then and
when I do, you'll give thanks like I'm deity
So leave me be
I'm cooler than a blank * TV screen
or a pool up in jamaica, feet up,
You're telling me it's dog eat dog, yea*, I eat 'em
You're telling me to go out, you're telling me to meet up
I'm telling' you no and I got my reasons
I've got shit to do and what I'm living through
is yeah, a little bit like a prison, dude
but that's what it is, you become what you give
if you give your all, than you gain all of it, yeah

I've been working for a while
the sun was burning bright, now it's behind the moon
I wonder what tomorrow holds
I'll make it out here, I promise you
x2

You're about that progress
I am about that progress
You're about that progress
I was about that progress
You gotta stop that young gun
You gotta go see your mom some
You can dream, don't stop them
but don't go pickin' all their cotton
Said my grandpa to me
I said, naw, who we
gonna be if we don't get our hands all dirty
I'ma work hard, even if it hurts, sorry
I'ma keep it goin' 'till I get a ferrari
And I can't slow like I'm on speed in a bus
on an earth spinnin' around like me when I'm drunk
and I'm feinding to fuck, so
get out of my way
I can't afford to lose an hour a day, I don't
got time for
dumb shit, I don't 
got time for
friendship, I don't 
got time 
for first kisses
'cause if I see opportunity than I'll miss it
See, I'm bleeding for this shit,
it's me with a vision,
it's me with a pot cooking crack in the kitchen
I'ma stop when the cops shoot the back of my spine
or shoot the side of my eyes and hit the nerves behind 'em
or I'm murdered, I'm not stoppable
So I'll probably come back as some type of ghoul
and keep goin' as a poltergeist, I'm a fool,
I guess, for workin' for something that might not come true
but that's what it's all about
Some want love, some want keys to house
as big as a mountain, living amounts to
how you spend your milliseconds and your minutes and hours

I've been working for a while
the sun was burning bright, now it's behind the moon
I wonder what tomorrow holds
I'll make it out here, I promise you
x2

American Cotton

Produced by Raspy Meow (http://raspymeow.bandcamp.com/)

I used to give a fuck until I stopped and dropped the habit
Accepted I was out of place like film to roger rabbit
I'm a pomegranate, I hold within me many seeds
I'm a I'm a hologram of many needs
Everdeen, hold three fingers to my memories
I killed them cause the past is where my laughter finds its enemies
I'm seeing enemies inside of friends inside of homes inside of dens
with so much coke up in their domes they're tellin me, bro, I miss you
They're telling me bro, you're different
They're telling me bro, why are you sober?
You were funny as a drunk, why did you change, why did you grow up
hold up
And who am I to them?
Does respect have value if it's coming from these minor men?
Are lords among the flies respected on Olympus?
Or are Queens among the ants bigger then Kings in our religions?
I'm a beetle in the scope of things, no,
An amoeba in the scope of things,
I'm lesser than the truth inside a poker game
I'm lesser than the proof that a God chose to make
us inside a pot when he was bored as fuck
So I can be crushed, I can break like some pottery does
I'm a human and not so long I'll be dust
so when it's rough, I pull the boots up
and grin like the mud isn't to my chest
I'm so used to drowning I've got gills in my neck
I'm testament to perseverance
I've churned butter instead of drowned in milk
became a cloud when I dropped and spilt
lost the tail when I felt something pulling at my scales
and lived to tell the tale without the tail, I'm still here
I'm a piece of granite, I'm a rock and I'm a man
and I'm a stop when I cannot breathe again and even then
I'm Coca-Cola

Coca Cola

I'm not just anybody 
I'm so special 
And anybody should know 
I'm so far away 
I'm so far away 

I stalk the halls 
like some lion to some antelope 
then a hurried sound and.. another down 
another coward screaming out for God himself like he's devout 
lying fuck, I'm God with this here gun 
and my wrath it reigns like fire from elysium 
The greatest anesthetic 
is a hate for a people that have earned it in your head 
so it's alright 
I'll squeeze this trigger tight 
Until the pain that I inflict matches the pain within my mind 
Until the red combats the beige that paints the walls 
or until the screams beat out the bird songs in volume 
Until their faces are all misplaced like some Picasso painting 
Guernica across the walls, or the sobbing maid 
And some will call me horror 
But the quiet, the abused and awkward 
They will call me martyr 

I see ghosts 
I see ghosts 

I saw my body lose its life and drop 
saw the first cop to find me kick my body until the rest told him stop 
I saw the moms crying over the phone telling all 
their friends that a demon took their daughter with a bullet 
Then I saw my name across the news 
Along with coffins too 
And articles about my brain in journals, psychological 
If the dream is fame, I made it 
and if it's infamy, than I'm a legend through the pain and if you think it's heinous 
blame the news, blame the public loving blood, 
and the news reporting murders just to get their ratings up, 
then couple that with being taught that success is the attention 
of the media and public, and you'll have murderous intentions 
then add isolation and intention becomes action 
and what was once just a thought, becomes a pistol in my hand 
I'm a product of my loneliness 
A product of my environment 
These streets are all the same, I went insane to prove I'm not like them, 
to prove that I'm alive and that I'm someone not a hydrant 
going dry from a city lacking lacking fire 
And why through hate? Because if life has taught me something 
it's that love brings you nothing but pain, betrayal, and fuckin' 

I'm not just anybody 
I'm so special 
And anybody should know 
I'm so far away 
I'm so far away

The American Dream

Yeah, I'm wasted 
Chemicals dripping down my spine 
I said, yeah, I'm wasted 

All I want is sex 
or internet pornography 
or something violent 
anything to battle this monotony 
I'm from the land of the vacant 
the quarry of the brainless 
And my story can be named as 
Give me death or get me wasted 
Give me freedom or I'll make it 
If it's cheap and you're paying 
And, no, there are no friends in this 
Just a common enemy, boredom, the nemesis 
I used to be smart, they told me 
And I'd respond, stop bringing up the old me 
but my tongue would stumble and could not make words for me 
I guess I'm young and I'm dumb 
I am an echo of who I did not become 
A shadow of someone you thought I was 
But this body is fuckin' mine 
I poison it, that's fuckin' right 
You can blame that on me 
And my want to be free 
My want to be gone 
I want the ugly 
I want to throw mud on a masterpiece 
I'd like to fuck during mass and see 
If I'll be disrupted by lightening 

I'm the cost of the sameness 
I'm the dazed and the lost and the.. 

Yeah, I'm wasted 
I got this place drippin' down my spine 
I said, yeah, I'm wasted 
I got this place dripping down my spine 
I said, yeah, I'm wasted 

Let me strip you naked 
And use your body to masturbate with 
'Cause high off your skin 
I'll forget who I am 
Maybe forget who I could have been 
I'm always running from something' 
I wasted my mind 
I'm a frankenstein 
I'm what the future and past would look like if they intertwined 
I'm you and I combined 
I'm everything that I've read online 
I'm nobody and everyone 
I am God and I am Beelzebub 
Oh, this boredom is the plague that got us 
I thought, as all this vomit launched and stained the carpet 
and the hash was passed and pills we had 
were broken down by stomach acid 
the grays that filled our lives 
would become greens and blues and violets 
And my papa is the internet 
He taught me almost everything that I know 
from my favorite music to sex 
to everything that's 
under the sun 
but I'm too fucked up to see what could be done 
to what I could be 
the impact I could make upon history 
the fact that I could change everything 

I'm the cost of the sameness 
I'm the dazed and the lost and the.. 

Yeah, I'm wasted 
Yeah, I'm wasted 

But I'm in love with my wasted youth

Wasteland

Callaway Martin- Wanna Lay Low ft. Simon Sandahl
Prod. by Callaway Martin
Free Download -http://www.sharebeast.com/9vea3o96uhdk

Wanna Lay Low(feat. Simone Sandahl)

Only you can decide

Classic house mix of Clara La San’s “Unplanned” from her recent album

Clara La San - Unplanned (Club Edit)

Yews BEASTMODE (2013) 2025 re-release 
https://open.spotify.com/album/0ofgKqJtjuoy0Hjzi9Z3OP?si=-bCpRT2VT2uTV8ofx1bYOQ

THIS ENDS HERE

"3am" by newsubject

produced and arranged by zach aum,
vocal performance by chris daly,
written by newsubject,
artwork by newsubject,
graphic design by chris daly,
engineered by zach aum,
additional artistic direction from colin reilly & mike green

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Downtown

Words & music by Liam Tully, Johnny Mei, and Quinelle Bethelmie

Liam Tully - vocals, synth bass, drum programming
Johnny Mei - violin, piano, djembe, background vocals

Simmer

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So I Go

Traveling and writing songs for a project called 'Made in / Place'. Newly Christian. 10+ years sober. Text me: (707) 289-3895

Wasteland

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