This feels like an embrace, thank you i needed this 

hey Kid nomad, where is the original song. I miss the original upload, I think it had a yellow picture and your voice was more dramatic.. I miss that one. It took me 2 years to find this song again and I love this song.

Yodie Land

Written & sung by Paris Brewer, with Kingsley Street Band, 1999
🕊️Remastered from cassette in Paris' memory

"Don't Believe In Love" by Paris Brewer • Kingsley Street Band

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Buick B
Rocka Mr Everything

Produced by CannonWitDaBeats
Artwork by JFreshMrGoin

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Pines (Acoustic)

JESS CLOUD

Produced & Mixed by Mikey Corenthal
Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion in Portland, OR
Kid Nomad: My-key Corenthal & Kyle Meancloud Rosse
Special thanks to: Casey “The Mookie Wilson,” Paulo “The Redwood,” Jacob “Monster Melodious,” Mike “Pizza,” and Thomas “Calculus Man” 
Artwork by Mikey Corenthal and Dottie Taub
Lyrics:
We sat cross-legged and went around the circle
answering the question:

	"If you could have a superpower
	what would it be?"

No one liked these team-building exercises,
everyone always lied.

Malcolm wanted 
to become invisible.

Christina wanted 
to fly.

The same 
boring shit.

Except when it was Dylan's turn
he leaned forward and said, "I want to be able 
to make intangible things tangible."

Dylan looked down 
at his hands.

"So then I could touch intangible things and hold them
in my hands," he said.
"Like music, if I could make music tangible 
I would hold it in my trembling hands like this
and I would kiss it.  I'd kiss music 
because it has gotten me through 
some really tough shit.

And hope, if I could make hope tangible, 
it would be this little tiny thing that you can barely see, 
like a mouse's tear.  Do you think mice 
cry tears?  But hope would be 
this little tiny thing and I would place it 
in my pocket because a Colonel
who survived the Thousand Days' War
once told me 'you can't eat hope, 
but it can sustain you.'

And memories, I would try 
to cradle memories in my arms like a baby, 
but they would weigh much too much for me to lift off the ground, 
because memories are heavy.  They're the heaviest things
on earth, sometimes even heavier than the earth itself.  
And memories would fall through my arms like all the things
I've never wanted to lose.

Love, love would be a virus 
you don't need a microscope 
to see.

Happiness would be someone I could take home
to meet my mother.  I could take happiness on a date
to the movies, put my arm around her, and whisper
into her ear that 'the world wouldn't be the same
without you.'"

Dylan's hands 
were shaking.

"And solitude,
solitude would be a man
with a hurricane inside his head
sitting in a room
alone 
hunched over a computer
at 1:37 am
as the light-bulb hums 
inaudible melodies
pretending he knows 
how to end 
a poem."

Summer Camp For Troubled Youth

The instant that the sun simply brushed on the horizon
The air felt stale and damp; crippling, damning silence
I opened up my eyes to try and take the light in
The burning just increased, I couldn't cease my crying
As rivers form beneath, my feet are slowly drowning
Becoming just a piece of an ever-growing problem
My inner-beast is rising as I fall deeper into darkness
Where's my inner peace?
Why can't I seem to find it?

I don't remember what it feels like to not be flying
I know it won't forever, but it feels like I'm dying
Cause cables got crossed on every pass
So I'm swingin' like a sailor off the tip of the mast
Just cutting through the clouds, rain pelting my face
Removing all that shrouds through a simple embrace
And all this pain that I feel now
It's insane, I don't know how
But I've got to refrain from doin' the same
Just retrain my brain before it drains and I'm left for dead
Don't wanna be left for dead

Movin' at a snail's pace
A lot of herb, little booze tends to keep me in place
Swimmin' through the grey matter
Find out how the day mattered
Thinkin' 'bout thoughts and how I wish they'd stay scattered
Oh, I'm reaching incoherent state
Though my eyes stay open wide looking for an escape, yeah
Well see you find me comatose
I'm simply sleeping awake
Running with your ghost
Running with your ghost through my dreamscape, yeah
When was the last time that we shared the same space
A little eye contact, a few words exchanged
Wait any longer, think I'll fade away
Just another life story lost to ink on a page

Yet I stay nestled deep on the highest shelf collecting dust
Nothing better to do than watch the hinges rust
See the time gets lost, can't remember when that door was shut
But I remember ever stitch, every cut
One day these legs will bend again and they'll carry me across this floor
My hand would rest on doorknob
Ear stays pressed to the door
The silence that I'm engulfed in, it makes my vision poor
As I realize
As I realize
As I realize you've forgotten just like everyone before

Summer Camp For Troubled Youth

Kid Nomad

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