Cassandra

Time

Somebody to love

wake up every day to a different kind of war
and the memories are fading of what it is we're fighting for
in the summer of our sweet contentment there's no stories that excite
the skirmishes that we invent are not enough to want to fight

face me
unless you want to keep me in the cool
raise me
even if it's just to throw me to the wolves

like a cup of coffee
everything you do just seems to jolt me
tell me 
how you can always make me feel this way?

go to bed every day to the drum of a new defeat
and the dust of any novelty no longer rains on our beat anymore
now there's no place I'd rather be than in your crosshairs and your arms 
a few more decades of this century I swear you'll warm up to my charms!

embrace me
even though you want to drown me in the pool
race me
you know that I'm your car and you're my fuel

you're my cup of coffee
when you kill me, it's never softly!
tell me
how you can always make me feel this way?

love me
you know I've come prepared to always lose
lift me
even if it's just to throw me to the wolves

like a cup of coffee
everything you say wakes me awfully
tell me
how you can always make me feel this way?

Support Gom

Like a Cup of Coffee

https://youtu.be/a84UTe4vh7E

I keep it frosty
It's time to relive the prophesy
Everything will fade   
but the groove, bass, and the melody
This beat's a felony 
of sound or so they kept telling me
but all I gotta do to win
is channel Rakim
Now I'm him!

And I can make your head
explode from the energy
You don't wanna wrest with me
The graveyards are full of those who messed with me
I can fasten these to a rhapsody
if it has to be 
a hit. Make 'em words fit
lit like a wordsmith, split 

the infinitive
rhymes ring definitive
your groove's derivative
mine dug the riverbeds!

Anything at all can happen
when I get down into the rat pen
You think you rap but you're wappin'
I'll rip your best bid like satin!

The D - J, he lied to you
It's in - sane how this makes you move
I'll main - tain while you catch the groove
Wanna be - me? Eat your vegetables!

These beats run in my blood (boom boom)
Your mean streets don't make the cut (boom boom boom)
Your best flows drown in the flood
of these beats that run in my blood.

This feeds on the excess
of an extra-dimensional nexus
There's a way to explain and connect this
but you can't delay what the effect is:

Makes you ring-a-ling high
it makes you swing your bah-ding low
We all have a thing to get by
and mine is to fiend a microphone

After your pass this crucible
nothing will seem impossible
remote controlled drone strikes surgical
make you tailspin like vertigo

Fans who can dance the rumba
know how to roll from the womb-bah
to those comatose like a loompah
crank your inner oomph to oompher!

These beats can pump your blood (boom boom)
Mean streets don't make the cut (boom boom boom)
The best flows drown in the flood
of these beats pumpin' in your blood. (boom boom boom)

These beats run in my blood
Mean streets don't make the cut
Your best flows drown in the flood
of these beats that run in my blood

These beats can pump your blood (boom boom)
Mean streets don't make the cut (boom boom boom)
The best flows drown in the flood
of these beats pumpin' in your blood

These beats can pump-pump
your blood!

These Beats

Hold me close and hold me tight - the bossa nova spins tonight!

Featuring @lizfrencham on vocals and double bass and @geoffcox on saxophone. Mixed and mastered by @robc-music in his Mojobat Studios.
Cover art by @trashka-higgins.

Download  and lyrics on Bandcamp - http://meloncoke.bandcamp.com/track/nothing-more

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Nothing More

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
"The Descent"
Music Composition: Andrea Papi
Lyrics & Vocals: Daphne Ang

‘The Descent’ presents a theatrical experience of the awe-inspiring, impetuous, almost frightening, beauty of nature. It is narrated by the voice of Mother Nature herself, who recites an ominous monologue warning us of an imminent disaster.

The song offers a glimpse into the psyche and essence of Mother Nature and her duality – who is both at once Gaia – the gentlest mother, who at her bosom feeds plants and all things living, and Mother Nature – the great equaliser, the wrathful goddess Kali, she who is the source of all of Earth’s calamities. 

Hypnotic, meditative, and bittersweet, ‘The Descent’ seeks to evoke an experience of the purity and beauty of Mother Nature and how quickly she can turn into a wild and destructive force, bringing death and desolation to all who stand in her path. 

'The Descent' by The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara, was released worldwide on November 6, 2020.

➤ WATCH OFFICIAL VIDEO: https://ffm.to/thedescent-vid

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About The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara (TCOMAS) are a London-based duo comprising Andrea Papi and Daphne Ang. Coming together in early 2020 to record their debut album FULL SPECTRUM, the duo are fast establishing their niche in music as pioneers of a new form of expression, through the performance of poetry in music, and as an act that traverses between the wide-reaching spectrums of music. 

Drawing inspiration from TOOL and Kraftwerk, as well as the poetry of Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, and Jim Morrison, TCOMAS brings literature, art, and history together into a space where rock and metal meets electronic. 

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🎵 'The Descent' - Lyrics

Why won't you and I escape from this gilded age,
Away from this crumbling world
We can sail away on the seven seas,
On a porcelain ship, with satin sails, on seas of mercury

We will coax the monsters out from their deepest trenches 
To meet Surya's warm rays
We will relive the purity and innocence before the Fall of man

In our utopia, 
we will make a nest of fresh grass and lace,
And spend endless nights solving the mysteries of the Arnolfini portrait

We will never experience apathy, ennui, nor despair
We will be far from the scourge of disease,
And grow forbidden fruit from a tree,
And eat from it without fear or guilt 
Each day will have the glory of all four seasons

Everything will be sublime,
Every day will be divine 
It is only a universe away
Just you and me

We can live as immortals, 
Forever nubile, 
Forever fertile,
Your flesh in mine 

Won't you come with me
Only if you want to

When the jarring silence confronts you, 
Reply with a melodious, well-strung haiku
When faced with nothing but shards and smithereens of a flawed existence
A glorious train wreck on her maiden voyage to a phantom promise land

Detesting the white light of truth,
Its unflattering glare, 
Leaving nothing bare,
Penetrating the thickest smog of ignorance

Gasping for air as your flounder and flail
Your face pressed against a glass ceiling
Silence,
White light,
Greatest nemesis

What we need is a baptism of fire,
A tabula rasa
Fertile soils to sow the seeds of a new world
But will we emerge scarred or unscathed

Huddle with me
In a foetal gnarl 
How cathartic it must be
Toba has awaken

All is white-hot,
All is chaos
Happy now, 
They put down their shotguns and bibles

Indeed, purgatory is at our doorsteps
One thousand years of darkness
Finally, the long-awaited rapture has arrived,
Sucking the self-righteous into its clouds.

But not you, not me
I’d like us to be left behind on this godforsaken wasteland,
To witness the apocalypse
Climbing trees, to have a glimpse of the world,
Crumbling, nevertheless

© 2020 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

Full Spectrum

The Descent

⚡️Music Video⚡️

I've reuploaded this as the previous version was mono

Bleakwynd

Throe

A song about addiction

LYRICS:

Oh, you got it bad
Oh, you got it so bad and you’re digging down deeper in a hole
Oh, you want it bad
Oh, you want it so bad you’d be willing to do anything at all
Oh, you’re looking sad
Oh, you’re looking so sad your reflection is unrecognizable
It’s true they make you mad
Cos you have never had any choice in the matter of illusion of control

One more for the road and then out in the cold
Lay down on the sheets of a previous life
It’s no fun getting old when you haven’t got a shoulder to cry on
Your habit cuts it out like a knife

Don’t do it, you know that you shouldn’t
You tried kicking it, you knew that you couldn’t

Don’t do it
Don’t do it

Don't Do It

Sixth track from my debut EP 'armored goosebump'. Original is a poem in Dutch by me, published in the volume ‘Onze nieuwe maat H’ by publishing house ‘Douane’ in 2010. It's about a friend of a friend who came over to help out with some gardening work. hope you like it and thanks for the love!

Now with videoclip! https://youtu.be/mCSsr7yY4VY

Lyrics & vocals by me
Music & production by Martijn van Dijk
https://soundcloud.com/meneervandijk
Official release 2021


A beautiful day

I’ve gone and cleaned my house again
Chase
Well To be honest it’s been twice since then
Chase
got scared sober just last night 
when this girl turned out to be
into me

I have been laughing at it all again
Chase
been allowed a kiss before I ran
Chase
rubbing cheese stains from my rug
cause my thug cat
still lacks some boundaries

It is a beautiful day
you’d say
up to our balls
in the dirt
in the rain

Yes It’s a beautiful day
you’d say
pulling weeds
from my backyard 
lending a hand

Friend of my friend

I was drinking in our local bar
Chase
where just last week you went too far
Chase
just to reach me one more time
rallying in rhyme
through our friend Sally

It is a beautiful mourning card 
Chase
damn it for hitting me this hard
Chase
damn my whining about better days
damn it, Chase,

the sun is shining 

It is a beautiful day
you’d say
up to our balls
in the dirt
in the rain

Yes It’s a beautiful day
you’d say
pulling weeds
from my backyard 
lending a hand

Just a friend

It is a beautiful day
you’d say
up to our balls
in the dirt
the pouring rain

Yes It’s a beautiful day
you’d say
never heard you whining
damn it, Chase,
the sun is shining

Armored Goosebumps

a beautiful day

A Beautiful Day

https://youtu.be/Or0RhzdSFEU
https://open.spotify.com/track/14VrC77MTwSnoFAnjEotPM

good morning boys and girls
I'm subbin' for Madame Delouse
here to teach you some basics
beyond tying your shoes

when you hang around grownups 
they'll pretend to have a clue
but just like you they know only
one way to tie a shoe

look around you and you'll get it:  
coup d'états, coup de grâce
there's just chaos, we all dread it
ooh là là, ooh là là
     
there's only one thing to learn
is how to steer your own ship 
let 'em teach you how  
then kick 'em in the shins and skip!

history is when 
a lotta nasty stuff happened
you'll need to hold onto mommy's hand
just to make it thru the blurb

and the future is where we pretend we have learned
but every nasty thing is gonna happen again 
and if we're lucky almost every nasty thing
is gonna happen again, and again

nevermind me, I'm just bitter
on this state of affairs
been on hold for a decade
to reach a soul that cares

in the meantime this planet 
got crazier still
when the principal fires me
just remember I was real

look around you and you'll get it:  
je n'sais pas! je n'sais quoi!
just death in where we're headed
ooh là là! ooh là là!

only one thing to learn—
how to work your own ship
let 'em show you how  
then give them the flip!

history is when 
a lotta nasty stuff happened
you'll need to hold onto mommy's hand
just to make it thru the blurb

the future is where we pretend we have learned
but every nasty thing is bound to happen again 
and if we're lucky almost every nasty thing
is gonna happen again and again

and again

History Lesson

Borrow my joy, lend me your sorrow. We're here today and gone tomorrow!

Nothing More

Melon Coke