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

Flex Awards. The T.E.A.M
Diamond Skyy
Buick B
Rocka Mr Everything

Produced by CannonWitDaBeats
Artwork by JFreshMrGoin

Flex Awards

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
Featuring: Paper Gates https://papergates1.bandcamp.com
Special thanks to: Casey “The Mookie Wilson,” Paulo “The Redwood,” Jacob “Monster Melodious,” Mike “Pizza,” and Thomas “Calculus Man” 
artwork by Mikey Corenthal & Dottie Taub

Lyrics:
I've had the daylights 
knocked out of me
but never the fire.

My religion is the little girl 
living down my street
who saves up all her allowance
to buy pets from the pet store
just to set them free.

My education
was Van Gogh's ear.

My motivation
is my six-year-old cousin
who says he wants to be a superhero
when he grows up.

My history is a two-year marriage
with a fifty-year divorce.

My home team is the child 
who asks his mother to stop smoking, please.

My memories fade 
like snowmen 
in the summertime.

And I am the descendant of people 
who turned lions into pussycats,
wolves into dogs,
humans into angels,
children into soldiers,
and I have become more of an insomniac 
than the man in the moon.

When the coroners open up my body
I hope a flock of butterflies 
flies out of my chest.
And instead of a heart they find a tiny jazz drummer
who plays along with the blues singer in my left lung
and the tornado in my right.

My collarbone will be the moustache of Salvador Dalí
and I pray they don't find too much broken glass 
in my stomach.

Instead of a brain, 
they'll find an aquarium 
in my cranium.

Did I mention that my body 
is a prison cell without walls?
Metaphors can set me free.

These Are Not Words  feat. Paper Gates

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

These Are Not Words feat. Paper Gates

Kid Nomad

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