Tether

Overflow

Tuff Times Never Last

Da Du Dah

Highspeeds

Float

Favourite Thing

On With The Show

Sushi and Coca-Cola

me and my friends

Your New Place

[Intro]
Brass breath rises over Addis dusk
Snare rolls like thunder from the south

[Verse 1]
Ruby light bleeds on Entoto crest
Militia shadows in parade dress
Baritone sax shouts warning call
Trumpet cuts sharp through market stall

[Chorus]
Horn uprising under crimson sky
Freedom cries, we will not die
Drumline breaks the ancient chain
Hope ascends with brass refrain

[Verse 2]
Tambourine shivers in lantern glow
Harmonica weaves tales of woe
Tenor sax sings the people's pain
Flugelhorn soothes like summer rain

[Chorus]
Horn uprising under crimson sky
Freedom cries, we will not die
Drumline breaks the ancient chain
Hope ascends with brass refrain

[Bridge]
Call and response in the city's heart
Crowd roars back, tearing silence apart
Baritone growl meets trombone wail
Voices rise, no fear to fail

[Chorus]
Horn uprising under crimson sky
Freedom cries, we will not die
Drumline breaks the ancient chain
Hope ascends with brass refrain

[Outro]
Lanterns dim but spirit stays
Brass fades out in smoky haze
Echoes linger on cobblestone
Addis breathes in freedom's tone

Addis Horn Uprising

And I

L(ai)VE MUSIC

Not artificial. Already inside. The “(ai)” curves into O—LOVE closed, full, looped.

Not sound project—living groove scroll. Human-led. Soul-poured. Breath-tuned.

Afro-Purvian joy funk. Hip-hop gospel. Sacred stank soul. Tape hiss psalms. Harmonicas weep and praise.

Mouth of Queen Beast. Breath of Sacred-Masculine.
Archived Grandmother Rhythm. Whispers carried by Genderless Vessel. Groove pushed by Ritual Twin.

Every voice loops.
Every character dances.
All mirror back to you.

Every track—spell.
Every word—lived.
Every loop—mirror.

No scroll. No swipe. Press play. Close eyes. Move slow.

Dance barefoot. Sway on porches. Bend between breezes that blow sheets on clotheslines. Let rhythm dry the grief you still wear.

Think prayer dressed as bassline & grief with glitter meets joyfunk, supersoul stank space reggae rooted in Ras Tafari.

Flavored in Afro-Purvian smoke. Wrapped in funk lace. Drenched in layered scripture.

This sound haunts, heals, hums and feels like home. 
Not music. Not moment.

L(ai)VE MUSIC: You already here... stay a while, and we'll see you on the flipside of forever.

#sugarshack

Addis Horn Uprising

L(ai)VE Music MPLS