Name: Drift Away by Lindsey Abudei in Impossible Dreams
Duration: 5 min 28 s
Description: A canvas of experiences told with haunting bass lines, guitar riffs, strings and harmonies.

If there's an addiction of mine right now, Lindsey on this joint is it! Man, I can so relate with it on many sub- and post-levels. Kudos ma'am.

My goodness. your music is beautiful. Well done, Lindsey, Well done. 

Beautiful does not even begin to describe this song!

And I can't forget the arrangement of the piano keys and that bass line- dopeness!

Oh gosh I love this. How can I buy/download this album?  😍😍😍

Impossible Dreams

This rendition offers a magical sonic treat and gives a new twist to the ‘Wicked Somebody’ storyline

Wondamagik & Ogranya - Wicked Somebody (Refix)

Reinfiltrator

Annie don't wear no panties(3x)
I saw them in the bathroom stall I was there when she took them off
Annie don't wear no panties(2x)

She who knows not about the bondage of the panties is naïve: forgive her.
She who knows about the panties and knows not that it is a bondage is asleep: teach her.
She who knows about the bondage of the panties and wears them not is free. Emulate her.
For what looked more beautiful than a freed bird in flight?
Rebel with a hot sauce
Rebel with no sauce
Rebel inciting wars
Rebel defying boxed laws
Rebel painting hope out of her deep sores
Rebel building houses out of closed doors
Rebel making beggars out of lords
Rebel purging dross by pulling down her draws
Everybody swears they know what’s right for Annie better than Annie herself does
They tell her: wear grannie panties or g strings,
wear lace panties or boy shorts,
slip on a good ol’ thong so the booty will pop
But Annie cares not what everybody swears they know because

Annie don't wear no panties (3x)
So fellas if you can't afford it I think you need to video tape record it
Annie don't wear no panties(2x)

See, Annie is the pretty petite pretending
her prowess isn't patented.
Politely prying people’s perceptions and policing penile perversions
Preempting the extinction of the power of the promised land
Permitting the perusal of the perfect percussion from her thighs
Her body is a confessional.
You bow your head and tell your sins to her crucifix
Hoping for a hearing
Hoping for a cleansing
Hoping to be saved
You forget she’s a repentant saint reluctantly sinning
She may be filled with the Holy Ghost,
But she’s no saviour

Annie don't wear no panties(3x)
She was sitting on the front pew giving deacon Johnson them a good view
Annie don't wear no panties(2x)

She might have put a foreclosure sign on her morals
She might have been labelled the devil’s temptress for her looks
She might have a body not aesthetically built to please men
She might be wearing no panties
But thank God she’s brilliant
Thank God she’s relentlessly unapologetic
Thank God she has her own
Thank God likeability is not a prerequisite for her awesomeness
Thank God she’s an infinitely evolving creature who has not a care to give because

Annie don’t wear no panties(3x)
She was sitting on the bathroom sink having her a faucet drink
Annie don’t wear no panties(2x)


No Panties

I’m a member of the band, but I croon a different tune
Of why dismembered limbs of our world has not already been inhumed
Of how inhibitions strangle you till you’re better off mute
Of the road leading to narrow-mindedness and oh, how it can seduce

But I’m steady, my roots have been here long enough to know the soil
To connect the dots in order to predict next harvest’s spoil
And I swear on hashtagged burnt down cities
To love as consistently as I love hard 
until they look up to Africa like glorified titties

Bridge
There’s a funeral in my mind
been trying too hard to rhyme
tried to bind my words to the rule of sublime
Nobody said I could mimic greatness 
without the need to rhyme

We put language in cages and teach it tricks to get the people to praise
Spew a couple of words and wait for an applause like it’s a fourth generation Chevrolet
Look ma, I think I got a headache ma
They’re using too many big words ma
There are too many metaphors in her speech
I can’t hear it clear enough to break free
They’re too eager for the punchline and not enough for the message
She fell for dudes lying and never cared for their mind’s age

Repeat Bridge

The job of the artist is to think out loud
Your tongue became public property the minute you made a sound
You were given the pulpit so the masses could hear your stance
Not so you could jack off the fake preacher from behind the stand
Similes, metaphors, punchlines or puns
Your technique is at the bottom of the list of what should make us one
What is silence to an artist?
What’s a bladder to do if not to take a piss?

Repeat Bridge


P.O.A

They only hear you when you speaking lewd
They only hear you when you show them nudes
They never wanna hear you when it’s about the people
Never wanna hear you when it’s about the country 
Never wanna hear you
Never wanna hear you
(2x)

I swear I have no panties on! 
Standing on the podium preaching about unification 
Talking about how the masses have been destabilized 
and how we need to quarantine the brilliant to enforce a revolution 
And somehow, nobody hears a thing 
But let me say that I swear I have no panties on, 
And suddenly, I have your attention. 

I was born in a generation where many of us live in a nonchalant mode 
Living life in the go-slow speed section 
because we consider our personal freedom as untouchable entities 
The average boy is walking in his peers shadow 
waiting for an opportunity to say, “Man, that’s dope!” 
The average girl is wondering how cute she looks 
in her tall boyfriend’s white tees 
And the youth don’t care about mass unemployment 
or cares to know what GDP stands for 
Because he’s driving in a car mother got him 
and he’s mooching off father’s hard earned sweat 
And he says he likes his women intelligent, 
but befuddle his mind and he’ll tell you, 
“Mami, I just want to see some ass” – that’s what he’s here for 
And she wants a smart boy, 
but not for what she can learn from him, 
only for the wealth he can create – man’s favourite pet 

And you want to just crash their heads together 
and subject them to their inner feelings 
Cause them to feel inside the structure 
of their paralyzed thoughts 
To question the identification details of their minds; 
are they citizens of their own freaking minds? 
Not hanging by society’s puppet strings, 
being actively enslaved by a system under the guise of education? 
Not fueling a system that has no hope of reaping benefits? 
And living their life such that society has to live up to their standard? 
Silence 
Nobody hears a thing. 
Nobody speaks a word 
I said I had no panties on, 
and everybody found their voice 

They only hear you when you speaking lewd
They only hear you when you show them nudes
They never wanna hear you when it’s about the people
Never wanna hear you when it’s about the country 
Never wanna hear you
Never wanna hear you
(2x)

Naked Listeners

A canvas of experiences told with haunting bass lines, guitar riffs, strings and harmonies.

...And The Bass Is Queen.

Drift Away

This is currently my favourite song of mine!

I really hope you enjoy it. 

Mix & Master: Jaylow (Whiteblock Studios)

Magic(Prod. Jazzy Rhodes)

The L.Y.L,Y. Project

Nomads

This is the story of my one true love, Candy

All songs produced by Garvie
Mixed by Garvie, Higo and Akyntoon
All songs mastered by Garvie.

Love & Light,
Z

Spell

Produced by Paapa
Mixed & Mastered by Jayso

Lyrics:
PAAPA
I just wanna lay low / In my cave, Plato
Lord I'm calling, hello / I'm ready for my halo
Facebook, insta, and snap / please make me numb asap
Take me to your abyss / ano go fi take any more of dis

I just wanna lay low / in my cave, Plato
Ad3n menbr3 da? Jayso? / I'm so lost, gringo
Facebook, insta, and snap / please make me numb asap
Take me to your abyss / sake of chale man no fi take any more of dis

I got nothing more to say / I'm not sure how else to pray
I am tired of cliches / I really hope that, Lord, you'll make a way
Today

Not much more that I can take (not much I can take 2x)
I've got no heart left to break (no heart left to break 2x)

M.ANIFEST
Chale man taya forreal forreal
Somedays uninspired in my field
These days the cliches on replay
Afraid I might just lose the feel

Sober thoughts in a drunken place (get out)
Afor lef dis sunken place, e no dey be
Here in the physical, live in the digital
me and my soul sometimes no dey gree

How does my face look on facebook
Too many strategies and playbooks
Fell in a coma behind a hard desk
Organ donor - no more heart left

(Look in the mirror like) Who's dis?
Too grown for validation from cool kids
Etoro o, trying to find a full grip
in this world of verified blue ticks

I just wanna lay low / In my cave, Plato
Lord I'm calling, hello / I'm ready for my halo
Facebook, insta, and snap / please make me numb asap
Take me to your abyss / ano go fi take any more of dis

PAAPA
I got nothing more to say / I'm not sure how else to pray
I am tired of cliches / I really hope that, Lord, you'll make a way

Cause I just wanna lay low / in my cave, Plato
Ad3n menbr3 da? Jayso? / I'm so lost, gringo
Facebook, insta, and snap / please make me numb asap
Take me to your abyss / sake of chale man no fi take any more of dis

Not much more that I can take (not much I can take 2x)
I've got no heart left to break (no heart left to break 2x)

Technical Difficulties 2

No Heart Left ft. M.anifest

Produced by me. Mixed and Mastered by @sammy_qube

Single

Hungry

Bri’s Lounge combines sounds inspired by her love for RnB & Pop in order to create unique sounds that are pleasing to the mind, body & soul. The EP features Producer extraordinaire & Singer, Remy Baggins who also contributed additional vocals and co-wrote tracks 3,4 & 5.

Bri's Lounge

Higher

Ride Or Die (Extended Edit)

RAIN BY MILES FROM MARS.
CREATIVE DIRECTION BY VIK FOR WeTalkSound.

RAIN

Download/Stream "Outta Town" here: https://backl.ink/142866950

© 2020 Soledad Productions/Broken Silence/Believe Music

*********OUTTA TOWN
***************

The first single off her forthcoming full-length debut album, “Silhouettes”.

“OUTTA TOWN” is a song that focuses on identity, the distrust of the “outcast” or “outlier” who, despite being ostracized and almost silenced can offer a fresh take on some of society's everyday questions if only we would stop and listen without prejudice. With her calm and thought-provoking delivery and lyrics juxtaposing the prevalent myth of celebrity cult (The Beatles vis-a-vis Yoko Ono), Joyce interrogates our intentions and myopic misperceptions and treatment of outsiders. 

Sonically, OUTTA TOWN rewards the listener with soothing yet penetrating sounds that conjure images of Igbo Atilogwu dancers waving handkerchiefs as they do the 3/4 shuffle, to an Ennio Morricone-scored Spaghetti Western desert scene or space crafts hovering over dystopian futuristic cityscapes. 

OUTTA TOWN is just a taste of what awaits the curious listener willing to delve into the magical vibrations of the talented Joyce Olong.


CREDITS:
Written, produced & performed by Joyce Olong
Mixed by Aman Junaid
Mastering by Tony Dawsey

SOCIAL MEDIA :
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/joyceolong/...
Twitter : https://twitter.com/joyce_olong

Outta Town

Genre-fluid singer-songwriter, improv vocal composer, performing/recording artist.

Radio France International Prix Découvertes 2013 Awardee, Art OMI Music 2017 Fellow (US), BANFF Jazz & Creative Music 2018 Alum.(Canada), RBMA 2018 Class, British Council ColabNowNow 2019 Art Resident, OneBeat Music 2021 Fellow, 2022 Black Girls Glow Sound Fellow.

Contact + Inquiries:
abudei.mgmt@gmail.com

Drift Away

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