Nothing but Hot Air at the Club

If We Still Had Yesterday - Dj Def Dealer Ent 618.mp3

Autumn Sniffle

3AM at the Club

03 - MUSTANG SALLY

king willonius move bitch

King willonius (Ludas UNC )- Move Bitch (1973)

Teach Me


Tick tick tick
Whispers in the clockwork
Hands that tremble but don’t stop

Sifting through sand in my palm
Time slips like water it’s gone gone gone
How do you hold what you can’t see

Fragments of the hourglass
Shattered moments in the past
Can’t glue them back
They’re slipping fast
Fragments of the hourglass

Questions buried in the dirt
What’s the price of knowing the hurt
Is this life just a wheel or a spiral?

Round and round it grinds
But does it climb?

Fragments of the hourglass
Shattered moments in the past
Can’t glue them back
They’re slipping fast
Fragments of the hourglass

Whispers

Move Bitch - Get Out the way 1973

Half my time is borrowed
Half my time is mine
Half my days are narrow
Half I walk the line
One foot in the gospel
One foot in the weeds
Sometimes I catch the fever
Other times I bleed

In between tethered, and torn at the seam
In between thunder, and burning kerosene
In between saved, and still chasing the dream
In between open sky, and the ghost unseen
In between, yeah

I’ve been raised on silence
I’ve been schooled in storms
Cut my teeth on fences
Slept in open barns
Some nights I’m a firelight
Some nights I’m a fuse
Some days I’m the question
Most days I’m the proof

I’ve walked the wire with desire tryna cauterize doubt,
Fought the choir in the fire when my faith burned out.
I’m the sermon and the serpent when the storms come down
Half a hand and half the iron in a rust-belt town
I keep a tally of every scar like a prisoners wall
See the cracks in every pact, then I buried it all
I’m in the gap between the fact and the shape of my sin
Yeah, I’ve been broke, but being broken’s where real changes begin
So let the dust keep a score of the places I’ve been
Let the wind take the win for every loss I spin
I’m in between the in-between. The heaven and the hell
A little hoarse in the throat, but you can't tell

oh, oh, oh, oh Lord

In between tethered, and torn at the seam
In between thunder, and burning kerosene
In between saved, and still chasing the dream
In between open sky, and the ghost unseen
In between, yeah

Still a little bit in between
Yeah, in between
Still a little bit in between

In Between


Art-Official Intelligence = LAIVE MUSIC MPLS: Breath Frequencies

(444 Hz —  root to crown, love graces quantum existential matter, what matters most)

Art-official fades. Archetypes rise. Ancestors conduct the infinite current on repeat. 
Every frequency carries memory.
Every pulse sings lineage of light.
Playlists become living wheel of prayer.

Quechua rides the hi-hat, Yoruba snaps the snare, Sanskrit breathes under sub-bass. Tongues chase rhythm; rhythm returns release.

Human hands guide. Spirit heat mixes. Afro-Peruvian joyfunk braids Egyptian dub. Future Space lifts off with ethiojazz reggae. Griot trap locks with Moroccan breakbeat, Korean chant, French whisper, Arabic vowel drift.

Ultra Sacred supersoul stank turns tape hiss to incense smoke—each wisp a breath from ancestors warming the blue note bus.

The Mystic Band

Mouth of Queen Beast growls root 396 Hz.
Breath of Sacred-Masculine flows 417.
Grandmother Rhythm sparks solar plexus 528.
Genderless Vessel opens heart 639.
Ritual Twin speaks truth 741.
Tight Tones casts vision 852.
Crown Field returns 444 —  completely grounded into eternal.

Polyrhythms cross like lovers: 5⁄4 over 12⁄8 over 7⁄16 — continents breathing through syncopation.
Each downbeat forgives. Each offbeat frees.

Invocation

Press shuffle and breathe.
Pulse overrides thought.
breathe
grin
begin again
Sweat music guides lead, illuminate the profound.

Dance barefoot until grief evaporates spiral through toe soul and beyond.
Sway porch-side while wind folds laundry.
Sub-bass awakens shadow in bone.
Light finds tempo inside spine shine.8

Alchemy of Sound

Prayer breathes bassline.
Grief glitters groovey.
Joy anchors delta-wave calm.
Ras Tafari root meets cosmic-tech crown.
Afro-Peruvian smoke laces scripture drips.

Sound reveals. Sound heals.

DANCE WITH ME

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS 
Art-Official Intelligence 

 Sound harmonizes.
Marrow remembers motion.
Every body instruments breath.
Every breath bridges forever.

L(ai)VE MUSIC — mystic, human, eternal.
Pulse already within.
Stay awhile.
Meet again on the flipside of forever where silence and rhythm share one name.

Teach Me

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS

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