Name: Notice by Mike Stier
Duration: 2 min 21 s
Description: Through composed intro song - intended to set tone/style for EP

I love that guitar tone. is there something a little buzzy in the mix? Not sure if intentional. Cool track, came from reddit post

This is Future Sevens Number Two. Please visit www.futuresevens.com for more information.

My job is to water the garden

This is Greenvale Manitou's first single. The first song we've ever written as a team, the one that marks the beginning of our collaboration. The song incorporates British sounding rock guitars, elements of dream rock, produced modern hip-hop, ambient samples, and acoustic percussion. It deals with the reckonings many of us have been going through during the pandemic, the urge to reconnect with the elements, and with ourselves, as a species.


LYRICS:

Down with the crows
I’m done with the foes
God, man I’m sick of it!
Paint on my woes
The pain now it shows
Like ima suck on it
Like I’m a cichlid
Stricken with syphilis
Down in a tank
Muck in the bank
My boss is a psycho bitch!

Born in a maze
I’m stuck in a phase
My horns are the proof of it
Amazing the graze
Of lies and the tales
Now I put my hooves on it
Can I put a roof on it
And woof at the piglets?
How many layers
Of thoughts and the prayers
Can you eat in a minute?

Change our game
Change our game
Change our game
We’re born of the same
Born of the same
Flame

Change our game
Change our game
We’re born of the same

Are you still aiming for the prize?
I swear I’ve seen it in your eyes
More than three hundred million times
And counting, baby
Shouldn’t the smell of the decay
Put you in a state of disarray?
Cuz’ while we feast at the buffet
I hear the country’s starving…
Starving…

We’re staying on the fringe
Of the broken and deranged
For the sake of staying on this fringe
Broken

Like a bird flying above the immensity of the ocean
There’s nothing else

Question your fame
Change our game
We’re born of the same

It took no advice to devise what’s in the bigger picture
I paid the price of lies now they’re regular fixtures
I’m coming down with a frown, never part of the mixture
Soon as the bullshit itch ya, they’re coming out to get ya

And it’s huh…
Never gonna change
Stay in the manege
Broken and deranged
Pray to kill the rage
Tryna turn the page
Never hear the sage
Same thing for the teenager
Living with a cringe
Eating up the strange
And beating up the stranger
Time to rearrange
But some days I feel like I’m the only one tryin'…

Change our game
Change our game
We’re born of the same
Question your fame
Change our game
We’re born of the same
Flame


CREDITS

Released April 14, 2022

Cedric Briand - Vocals, lyrics, cajon, djembe.
Jeenti Dutta - Guitars, beats, samples and effects.

Produced by Jeenti Dutta & Cedric Briand at Summit Stream Studio (Dundas, MN) and Manitou Studios (Northfield, MN).

All rights reserved (2022)

Born of the Same

An experiment with the chord progression getting smaller and smaller to play with mood and tension and energy

Smaller and smaller

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Through composed intro song - intended to set tone/style for EP

Notice

In 2017 I got addicted to painkillers
In the six weeks before we met
And after that I took them only when I needed
Like the night you called me back
And in the mornings we would walk to class and smoke cheap cigarettes
Because menthols taste healthier, right?
Back then I didn’t sleep and I wrote shitty poetry
About Newark when my grandma died

And i hope you don’t remember at all
You just grab the money and i’ll take the fall
I never moved to New York, but I went there on tour; I’ve got your notes in my drawer
I still remember it all

In 2021 I mixed klonopin and whiskey
In the city where angels go to die
And I made a man a flower crown then passed out on his living room floor
And said “don’t touch me, I’m fine”
See, my ambition was a prison, wanted to carve my name into
The bones of everybody I met
Back then I didn’t see beauty in just about anything
So I guess it turned out just how you said
It would

But I hope you don’t remember at all
Been running away, it’s getting harder to walk
I don’t know what it was for, getting ruined for sport; goddamn victorian whore
I still remember it all

Reading my old journals, double-checking it got better
And my hands still turn purple when it’s cold, so I’ll wait seven years
‘Til there’s nothing left of who i was but melody and fever
I hope next time, when she says she’s too high you’ll stop
And you'll believe her

One day I won’t remember at all
The pictures all faded, now we’re outlines in chalk
I never moved to New York, but I’ll go there on tour; I guess that settles the score
I still remember it all

i still remember it all

Some originals and short covers from my production practice.

Notice

Mike Stier

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