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kapwa the (Cover) band (Draft Mixes) 

Mama

Too Good

Just Friends

Chance The Medley

Recorded and Mixed at Watershed Sound (http://www.watershed-sound.com)

Vocals: https://soundcloud.com/yiannchou
Vocals: https://soundcloud.com/itm25
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/brotherbrotherph


Lyrics:

Hook
I feel you when you're tired
I feel you when you're done


Verse
Forget those braggadocios 
Bars not everything I write 
Sets of fire alarms I parked
On Writer’s Block, so I’ll ride on Bart
Guess I missed the parade 
At Facebook’s Masquerade 
The facade that life’s ok 
Like Eliza take a break 
Hella folks cash their reality
Check for common sense 
But we all diamonds in the
Rough why settle as common cents? 
After all we all gone end 
Up dead as Presidents but it’s all
Good man just follow The
Alchemist to the Pyramids 
Yeah I’m kinda clever
Don't be the best, just get better
Kinda lactose so I don't worry 
Much ‘bout getting cheddar 
Ate said we ain't never 
Gone have our ish together
Life’s a beach from Cali 
So you better bring a sweater 


Outro
I feel you
I feel you
I feel you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I Feel You (feat. brother brother)

Recorded and Mixed at Watershed Sound (http://www.watershed-sound.com)

Vocals & Guitar: https://soundcloud.com/yiannchou
Vocals: https://soundcloud.com/itm25
Drums: Galvin Mathis
Bass:  https://soundcloud.com/viagaabby


Lyrics:

Spoken Word
When was the last time you felt pain? 
Not just the pain you wear on the outside but 
The kind that hides on the inside the kind that digs deeper
Than bone and marrow writes scars
In your most hidden and intimate places where
Spirit and soul are stripped naked drowning you
In a pool of poison so hold your breath 
Because often that becomes the best way we can think of to survive we all 
Carry broken hearts, unpacked baggage and 
Spines with stab wounds but
It is because of pain that we can know what 
Healing feels like 
Like when the callouses of a wounded past 
Become callouses on a musician's fingertips where
Verses, stanzas, melodies, metaphors 
Stitch a tapestry together that
Makes our wounds whole so
Don't hide your scars
Because they 
Are the art
Of healing 

Verse
I been wondering bout the times that you say that you care
You got me confused
Cause your love is complicated, seems to mean different things
To me and you
I don’t know, how to tell you that the way that you love
Is hurting me

Chorus
If you knew what you’d do to me
Would you change your mind?
Would you change your mind?
Would you change your mind?

Verse
Does The Father only hold me with the hands of time?
They say it's not much farther just wait ’til you feel alright but
Tocks do not stop the drops nor move these wounds counterclockwise 
Where’s the light when ya blinded by ya hindsight?
But hey pain makes the prettiest art and you
Painted a Picasso when you gave me these scars 
So your past is my present since your presence seems far     
The mistake was yours but now I live with skeletons in the dark  
Only got 2 cents to change your mind 
Will it pay the price? Will it suffice? Do I need to show the other side?  
If we could rewind, see life through my eyes, would our paths have passed demise?
Would you have lied? Would you have cried? Would your place swap sides with mine? 
So pay homage to the play you’ve caused, I broke a leg 
A crying clown’s comedy, so humorous, funny
How one person’s pain is another's forgiveness 
So I hope your mirror smiles when it sees what you did


Outro
Should I even tell you?
Would you even change your mind?

If You Knew

Recorded and Mixed at Watershed Sound (http://www.watershed-sound.com)

Vocals & Guitar: https://soundcloud.com/yiannchou
Vocals: https://soundcloud.com/itm25
Drums: Galvin Mathis
Bass: https://soundcloud.com/viagaabby


Verse 1
Floating on oceans, frozen in motion this
Nation so divided my generation’s the quotient (*huh)
While dividends multiply for the 1 Percent "give to 
Cesar's what is Cesar's" I double checked every cent “In
God we trust” was written on one side America
On the other, no difference if we tax or tithe
Took 12 Steps on a stairway to Heaven that doubles
As Jacob’s ladder pray I’m in the right direction 
Pastor’s preaching to the choir without a sermon
Going off the cuff I think he needs a sleeveless 
Too many tricks, I try to skim between the lines my
Treasure hunt for peace of mind with my inner demons
I know I’m bleeding but don’t know where the hurt is how many 
Rosaries for curses? Someone tell me where the church is got 
Drunk off cocktails of opium and the Eucharist 
And realized my religion was playing Judas, ahh


Hook
Get down, on your knees
Tell me, what you see 
Pray to your religion 
Hope you find what you need


Interlude
So what's the True Religion? Uhh, Consumerism
Just check the genes of American Denim 


Verse 2
Sold my soul but didn't account for inflation 
Gentrification the euphemism for segregation New
Jim Crow wearing the same chains we've waited
For change so long The Grapes of Wrath became raisins 
A Cross of Gold shaped self into an idol but I’m
Looking for a silver bullet under stacks of automatic 
Rifles, Uncle Sam playing the bad Dad with  
America’s Bible Belt coiled in his fist 
Preachers cracking Scriptures for a whip 
One step away from a Freudian slip 
Hate is the seed, race is the weeds and the 
Root of all this evil has some blood on the leaves
But if He still walks man tell me where the footprints my
Neighbor could really use a serendipitous run in with
A Good Samaritan, but America’s in the “I/eye”
Heretic or hypocrite tell me which one am I? 


Outro
Can I get a amen?  (Amen)

Funk Religion (feat. Nanaushika)

Vocals & Guitar: https://soundcloud.com/yiannchou
Vocals: https://soundcloud.com/itm25
Drums & Vocals: Galvin Mathis
Bass: https://soundcloud.com/ryan-dang-6


Lyrics


Verse 1
I don’t know when
When I lost you
I don’t know when 
But I believe


Chorus
And I, I remember you
I believe I know, I believe I know who you are


Verse 2
Wish Mama's prayers had magic
Maybe they do but I never saw them fill twelve baskets
Wish this Man upstairs would leave the attic 
The tomb may be empty but I seen alotta full caskets
I used to laugh more, now I just play actor 
Family thinks I'm just tired, that's what I wear this mask for 
Surprised me how much I can hate the man in the mirror 
But I got real good when I forgot what I was here for 
Mama may I ask why, I can't find
An alibi when I look into my own eyes? 
Self-love, self-hate do we master fate?
Or is life a gamble? Which hand should I play? 
Devil's knocking at my door, kept it closed he come for more 
Do I wear halos or horns? Guess a rose still carries thorns 
When does night turn into morn? Been so cold when will it warm?
Pen's a balm I wrote a song, lullaby hope dreams live on


Interlude
Do dreams live on?


Spoken Word
Is there a word for this moment
The moment where you're warring between 2 thoughts
Where those thoughts are you
And you're confused on who to follow and which voice is true
Is there a word for this moment
Where self doubt meets self confidence and you're trying to be humble but they're asking you to choose
Choose which voice is going to reign over you
Influence your next decision
Choose (cut out here)
Is there a word for this moment

Remember

Recorded and Mixed at Watershed Sound (http://www.watershed-sound.com)

Vocals: Galvin Mathis
Guitar: https://soundcloud.com/yiannchou


Lyrics:

There is nothing abstract about the term neighbor
I grew up learning that it’s more than the description
of a person next door or on my same block
More than proximity and closely held beliefs
Much more than how they interact with the world,
how they interact with me.
A neighbor is someone deserving of love from the Creator
From fellow humans
From the Universe
Yet when I say my neighbor is undocumented
you start to fidget
When I share my love for my neighbors in SF you get squeamish
because “isn’t that where the gays live?” and reminds you
of Sodom and Gomorrah
even though that city was destroyed for injustices facing marginalized communities, Ezekiel 16:49
When I tell you my neighbor is Muslim, you question
if I’m still Christian, that’s interesting.
Well my fellow Christian, listen
I’m tired of the double standards
Of the alternative facts saying who my neighbor is
When everyone is created in the image of God
Except, apparently, for the people you deem deserving of wrath and punishment
HIV/AIDS is not from God
The Pulse shooting is not punishment from Heaven
Not part of God’s plan
Trump’s wall and travel ban against Muslims, refugees, and undocumented is
Not part of God’s plan
I am tired of the same conversation on who my neighbor is
It’s not some abstract word
It’s quite simple
Get it through your mental
My neighbor is incarcerated, is homeless, is Queer, is Muslim, is refugee, is YOU
Is an image bearer of our Creator
Deserves love, deserves hope, deserves a listening ear
Deserves love, deserves hope, deserves a listening ear
Deserves love, deserves hope, deserves a listening ear
Deserving. Holds Worth. God’s child.
Neighbor.

Neighbor (Interlude)

Recorded and Mixed at Watershed Sound (http://www.watershed-sound.com)

Vocals & Guitar: https://soundcloud.com/yiannchou
Vocals: https://soundcloud.com/itm25
Drums: Galvin Mathis
Bass: https://soundcloud.com/viagaabby


Lyrics:

Verse 1

Don't care, what, we do 
Long as, you're here it's all good 
You with me in the front seats talking til 
Our eyes meet 

Can I, come a little closer?
You’re all I really wanna hear 
While we dance to the DJ
Playing old Nelly like 


Pre-Chorus (Nelly’s “Ride Wit Me”)  
If you want to go and take a ride with me
3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Aye, must be the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Aye, must be the money!)


Chorus
There’s something about you 
That keeps me up 
We got a good thing
Something like love
Something about you
That lifts me up
We got a good thing
Don't wanna mess this up, cause 

I can't shake you off 
I can't, shake you off 
I can't shake you off
I can't, shake you off 


Verse 2
One time to the right, just slide
One time to the left, that's right
Wanna rock with you all night
Dancing til our eyes meet
No stares to the side, hey you'll be alright 
No staring at ya feet, how you gona catch the vibe? 
Eyes/“I”’s shouldn't be strangers, mine are saying “hi”
So if you’re down to be a “we” gimme a French goodbye  
J-K, no game, but hope ya let me shoot 
Cause you a slam dunk in them Pilipina hoops
JesusMarJosep God bless ya Mama's womb make 
Pope Francis break his vows like American "I Do”'s
Ahh, ok ok that’s enough man bumping
Old ‘Ye still waiting for a "Slow Jam" 
Cha cha, Salsa, or whatever you wanna do so
Excuse Me Miss can I have the last dance?

Can't Shake You

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