The Man I Love (Prod By Keith Vibez) feat. Vibeclub

As we were working on #minskgospelhouseproject together with @minskgospelchoir, I could feel that this project elated me like no other ever. #Human #voice which is the most beautiful thing you can ever listen to, united with #house #beat and created a feeling that was almost unbearably good. So I was pumped, I was inspired, I was craving to create. 
And I had an idea, to create a #gospel song, based on #Belarusian gospel. On a song that hailed Jesus and Mother Mary, that is rooted deep in the culture. But first - the music. Together with @ain.souf we were looking for references for such a song, He sent me a huge bunch of all possible kinds of beats. I was entering a metro station as I heard THIS song - #cadenza by @blue.canarinho. Maaaaan what a blast that was! I couldn't stop my legs and I let them fly. I called Ain Souf and was like "Maan, it looks like we're not gonna collaborate on this one. Because I want the reference track itself! I want it only, man, nothing more nothing less". Ain Souf forgave me that one, and there I was, trying to contact the creator of the beat. God bless the Internet! Bcz I found Blue and he allowed me to use his track for concerts and from then on, the song was created and was played and was sung. And today is the day when it has been shared with the big world.
So I cheer this day as it is the day of celebration!
Link in bio
Idea -  @Koob Dele  
Vocals - Minsk Gospel Choir, Koob Dele
Beat - Blue Canariñho
Mixing and Mastering - @bingo1 (BIG LOVE AND THANKS!!!)
Cover - Maria Vinnik, Koob Dele

Special thanks to:
@ain.souf.aur
@riktomito
@marrakunta
@pavel_shvedov_minskgospel

Ay na mory

Mint (feat. BINGO)

Could it be (feat. BINGO)

Uber (feat. BINGO)

You don't ask me how I'm doing, like maaaan, I did not sign up for this

You Don't Ask Me

I wanna get it, wanna get it fast
To leave my mind in peace at last
I wanna hit it
Four times in a row
You will catch and I will throw
I wanna artificial gods
To bestow upon me their mighty pads
They will run down through my tubes
and maybe some will stay

Stay with me
Shiny tiny pollen
Stay with me
Take a rest on my body
Stay with me
Shiny tiny pollen
Dwell on me
Shifting...

Heatwave
Coming up oh
Redness crawling up my cheekbones
Zip it Heroes don't emerge
from the state of blissful dream
Give, give, give me some time
Before it completely washes me down
Manginga makes my blings
Ting a ling
And I know
I'll lose it all if I blink.

Stay with me
Shiny tiny pollen
Stay with me
Take a rest on my body
Stay with me
Shiny tiny pollen
Dwell on me
Shifting...
Mellow

I wanna figure that out
I wanna figure that out
I wanna I wanna I wanna
Figure, go figure, go-go-go


Dialing you
I am the one you gotta be listening to
In the Mother Earth
I am searching for gold
If you ask her
She will unfold
My lonely castle's
Shining piercing white
My friends are plugs
They give me bites
Don't look at me,
My face is scars
Don't bother me
I am alright I am alright I am alright!

The buzz in my head is never gonna end, never gonna cease
snakes and birds are up, ready for release
Seems like I'm heading for the better
But I stay in place
I leave no trace,
but time does on my face
in my hand are the gems,
But do I treat them right?
I didn't earn them,
they fell from the sky
All I see in your eyes,
is the shine,
I keep mine
I must try
to escape and
look high-ai

I feel I need to get stoned
If feel I need to get down
If feel I need to stretch my body the last time
Last time

I feel I need to get stoned
If feel I need to get down
If feel I need to stretch my body the last time
Last time
And disown it

Lenny Rehm - Drums
Chris Sergeant - Bass
Hakim Azmi - Keys
Jarrah "Skyline Sun" Dhyan - Guitar

Simon Dupp - Recording, Mixing, Mastering
Felix Reiff - Recording assistant

Kristina Ivantsova - Cover Art

Philip Petchanka, Yuri Zverev, Konstantin Goryachy, Yauheni Kunichkin a.k.a. "Dee Tree" - arrangement n inspiration

Greed

you knock and get no answer
and go far away in desperation,
and come home in five years with the golden fleece,
like Jason,
the greek one

VERSE 1
I've been knocking 
Knocking knocking on your door
And my hand got soar, 
couldn't use it anymore
I've been waiting till my waiting 
got yellow and old
The languor of your front yard
Has worn me off
 
You've been lookin'
till my face got red
Something was oozing down
My ice-cream melted
I'd break into your house 
to sweep the dust outta the rug
But I didn't go because the door was locked

CHORUS
So I'm standing here in front 
And the door is like a mountain
Do I bore myself a trail
Into the corner of ur heart?
Did I rain on your parade? (Oh did I)
It was there and then it's gone (oh where it's gone)
Do you want my serenades? I mean
what the hell, what the hell is going on?

I wanna settle down
I need some solid ground
I need to get a grip 

VERSE 2
I’ve spent 25 years
Along the dusty road
Yeah I rowed the  boat 
I rowed the boat alone
And my head gone bald
And my skin like stone 
And my just unbroken,
Screw the people talking . 
I am harvesting
The seeds I’ve sown
I’m coming back in fame like Jason. 

With the golden Fleece, through the golden rye
Coming back 
I’m coming back!!

Credits:
KOOB - Vocals, lyrics
Lenny Rehm - Drums
Chris Sergeant - Electric Bass
Hakim Azmi - Keys
Jarrah "Skyline Sun" Dhyan - Guitar
Simon Dupp - Recording, Mixing, Mastering
Felix Reiff - Recording Assistant

Knockin'

The society teaches Girls(?): find a guide, who treats you well, maybe with a bit of condescendence. But how do you become a guide to yourself, if the condescendence is always in the room?

No Condescendence 
Don't treat my words with condescension
Don't treat my words like non-essential
You'll overlap, but give me a little minute
Don't treat my words like I don't mean it

I've been starring at that wall, hours
Saw them blossom and then fade, them flowers
Jawbones are catching them falling towers
Someone's sucked the air out
I don't have enough lungs
For the air I need to store
I don't need your condescendence
Leave your condescendence for yourself
Keep it away from me
Keep it away from me
Keep it away from me
You have spent my loyalty
And now you diggin' it diggin' it diggin' it diggin' it
Tryna dig it down

Fledgling aspiring to fly
Staring into the abyss
Setting off for the first time
You must be ready to fall
I'm putting together my heart
've been lethargic for too long
I'm placing I'm placing my feet on the solid ground
Taking control of
My soul, my pain
My voice
The art of making own wrong choices
Halo
Won't shine
If you let the shining come through
The wounds, you've opened up
The bloodstream of fire and holy water's setting old days ablaze

My heart my voice
My pain my choice
Hardiness brews
Crystalizing bloody diamonds
My heart my voice
My pain my choice
Walking on hooves
Come to the Labyrinth baby
Here are the rules

Cz when a brittle butterfly
Collides into the window glass
Seeking for light seeking for height
No hope to pull it off
When a brittle butterfly
Collides into the window glass
Seeking for light seeking for height
You were reborn to
Fly

Credits:
KOOB - Vocals, lyrics
Lenny Rehm - Drums
Chris Sergeant - Electric Bass
Hakim Azmi - Keys
Jarrah "Skyline Sun" Dhyan - Guitar
Simon Dupp - Recording, Mixing, Mastering
Felix Reiff - Recording Assistant

No Condescendence

The obscene dark side of the beautiful jazz standard. The song was jammed at the recording session and ended up the most sincere thing, that could come out at that moment in KOOB's life.

What's new (f8 you)
Last time u saw me at the bar 
I was doing nothing
One time
Saw u from afar
U were with that girl
One time
U made me so mad

Let me go, let me
Let me go, leave me
Let me go, let me 
Let me
Live

Live 
Live
Live
Live

Two weeks later
Saw u at one shop nearby
I felt drained
Drown from the inside
But U said I will never forget
U said u said u said u said  (stop)

Been doing great, what about you
Fuck you
Been doing great, haven’t seen u for a while
Fuck you
How are you going around
Fuck you
Been around for so long
Never seen you
Fuck

That Tree

What's new (f8 you)

Whats new (f8 you)

Much much much more dimensions. Objects lose shape, birds in the head interrupt each other, how do you shut them up?!

Greedx10

The whole (non-reciprocal) love story again, but Jason's journey had much more dimensions.

Tracks by KOOB