fanlink.to/CALLU

prod. @masked-man-peace
additional prod. @geo_1022

hook: @masked-man-peace
verse 1: @hellotaro (backing vox by @damienbrbnk)
hook 2: @masked-man-peace
verse 2: @kyaruok
hook 3: @masked-man-peace (backing vox by @akamaruxoxo)

mixed & mastered by @masked-man-peace

cover art by https://www.instagram.com/cncldevin/

CALL U WHEN I NEED U

Spotify / Apple Music

EIGHTY YEARS

🎶ayo the devil's got a brand new dress, right? and I don't dare to tell a person what they oughta wear🎶

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/whyandotte

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/brzebeats

Lyrics: genius.com/miles-powers-eighty-years-lyrics

SPOTIFY etc.

Eighty Years (feat. Whyandotte)

The eighth in a series of related singles; Miles is releasing music every third Wednesday for a year.

Stream Lurkalot: https://milespowers.fanlink.tv/lurkalot

Produced by https://www.youtube.com/@BeatsByEmani
Additional vocals by PC Pete
Mix and master by https://soundcloud.com/milespowers

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Miles-powers-lurkalot-lyrics

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Lurkalot /lərk·ə·lät/ Noun/verb: one who lurks frequently; to lurk frequently. "Tell me by the look of me, does it look like I lurkalot?"

lurkalot

The Balance Dance

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

Spotify!

Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

feat. @ibr
prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Headhaunter:
Ax heads glisten in the twilight, chop the guards down/
and whittle them all down to nothing to see the wood chips blot the stars out/
I cough up a dark cloud, heart burns with forest fires/
animals howl at the scene as our kingdom's surely fortified/ 
I'm followed around by organ grinders with some somber songs as evergreens/
are drained of all their color as they fall and fall to frenzied swings/ 
from this death machine, that's hacking at tangled roots/
no conscience barks at me, grab ancient sequoias to break in two/

Hook:

I just chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a living/
under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes/
I just chop and chop, non-stop, won't halt or take a minute/
in the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions/
I still chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a killing/
chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling/  
of being over-encumbered, and not in control/ 
work the rest of my days but I want to go home/

Ibrahim:
I'm kissing maple trees with chainsaw tongues
Watch 'em bleed sap and leave behind a trail of dropped crumbs
And unstitch a million-acre quilt of ivy and moss
I'm an automaton with a hatchet striking a clock
In a metropolis populated by sycamore and hickory 
To rhythms of falling logs and a snapping twig symphony 
And as half-tempo my watch goes by and the sun crawls across the sky 
I chop at pines in the grasp of drowsy Father Time
My dreams are splintered fragments, visions of timber split by axes,
Paths littered with future cribs and caskets
Every swing a pendulum, sever roots till they're cleft in two
'Cause it's all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever do

Headhaunter:
Dim blue light refracts off ax heads from shadows to rainbows/
and leaves your psyche impacted when it glows, it accents the pathos/
I uproot dandelion weeds until they blow the sun out/
oaks are tugged down while eternity still laughs and pokes his tongue out/
and now I cut every hedge into animals, watch 'em come to life/
I daydream an off-world escape, where I live far away on the upper side/
but still unto forever and I'm non compos mentis/
a drop of sweat into the void where the chops chops are endless/

Chop Chop cont. (ft. ibrahim)

Mixing, mastering, and producing by @dustbunnybedroom
Art by https://twitter.com/trulymiffy please check out their art !!
(Single version of the song "Pretty Face" from the @summercampco Winter Compilation)

Stream it on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/34ewObtxbnS73495nDWJNh?si=oZPFPSMSRhu5fTqjYFnjEw
Buy it on Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/pretty-face-single/1449921170

Ukulele Chords: cmaj7, e7 ,fmaj7, fmin7 
Ukulele Chord Tabs: 0002, 1202, 5500, 1313

Guitar 1 Chords: C5, E5, F, Fmin
Guitar 1 Tabs: x35xxx, x79xxx, x87xxx, x86xxx

Guitar 2 Chords: C5, E5, F5, F5
Guitar 2 Tabs: x35xxx, 02xxx, 13xxx, 13xxx

Genius Lyrics Link: https://genius.com/Mahal-slick-pretty-face-single-version-lyrics

Lyrics:
1-2-3-4

Man, it’s been a minute
I never had time to finish 
Sick of it, it’s repetitious 
Oh baby I’m getting vicious

With the love like this, with the love like that
With the love so quick, with the love so bad

Girl whats up witchu? Tell me whatcha really wanna do
I don’t got a clue
Always fuckin angry with different kinds of excuses
Feeling useless
But the truth is, I don’t think you really fuck with me
What a mood switch

1-2-3 with a hit so sore
4-5-6 we don’t kiss no more
We just stay inside, we don’t go outdoors
Never doing all the shit we used to do before

You wanna switch it up though
Why you gotta cut throat
Hit me with the wrong arrow, that's a crossbow

I don’t wanna solo
Nana to my Popo
Honey you don’t ever gotta do it all alone cuz 
_
Baby we don’t need to change
Maybe we can be the same
Girl I miss your pretty face
Your pretty face x2
_
I don’t wanna see you crying like a raindrop
Droptop, Ima take you out to the sweatshop
Maybe we could sit back, finna make the cat pop
And you know I never fold, like I was a laptop

I don’t really see a problem
Baby you be trippin
All I want is all the lovin, and the huggin, and the kissin

And the old you back since
The new you lackin’ 
Issa a new wave, Issa plan of attack cuz
_
Baby we don’t need to change
Maybe we can be the same
Girl I miss your pretty face
Your pretty face x2

Pretty Face - Mahal Slick & dustbunnyroom (single version)

Camus feat. https://soundcloud.com/sydm97 and https://soundcloud.com/gking93.



Lyrics:
I promise I'm real enough
I just can't feel enough
What a finite time on a friday night in the midst of a fire
They promise the world to you
They promise the Earth and the Moon and the stars
A promise is paper thin, don't forget a promise is paper thin

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

I got it bad for you, I got it bad for you
I'm going mad for you, lost all that time
I would whine, sitting sad for you
Cause every April felt like August
Last December's when I lost it
Every April felt like August
Let's fall in, baby let's fall in

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

What you expect me to say?
I been through the phases, I'm watching the days end 
On every occasion I'm late, and separate ways for escape 
And really I know that I really can't go back
From how things was like before I told that 
Maybe my heart just too cold
The reason they go, the reason alone 
The deep end I float, I can't feel I'm slow to react 
The reason I'm detached to show all my past 
The one ain't seen that, so what I believe in I still can't find that 
But I miss times I had with you 
I ain't thinking what I had and could lose 

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

Camus ft. SYDNEY and G. King (prod. by whyandotte)

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

lyrics:
genius.com/Thiago-everything-is-okay-lyrics

prod by @user-530621763
hook sung by Alan Wonders
mix by Thiago
written by Thiago

CAN I GET A AMEN

Everything is Okay (feat. Alan Wonders)

Track five of "Make Way For Goodbyes" with @cloudmacx

Produced by: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCelSwHR7FvBaGhjDbmYO-tA

Lyrics: https://genius.com/cloud-mac-and-miles-powers-yes-man-lyrics

Yes Man

Hailing from Portland, Oregon, Miles began making music in 2016. In 2018 they became a founding member of punk-rock-inspired internet rap group @staydeadboys, and began their solo career in earnest in 2020.

Miles’ music reflects and embraces the contradictions of life and identity, of confidence and humility, of autonomy and limit, of humor and even joy in sadness. When we befriend our pain it dissipates. When we share our parallel journeys from a place of authenticity and ownership, vulnerability is a strength. Art is a spiritual practice that can be as serious or as lightweight as the moment calls for.

Miles is working on their debut album.

In their early teens Miles memorized an encyclopedia of lyrics while falling in love with the writing, craft, and conviction of artists like Big L, Rakim, and Ms. Lauryn Hill. Like many contemporaries (such as JID and Sylvan LaCue), Miles’ work centers on interpreting the spirit and sensibilities of an earlier generation of hip-hop through the lenses of modern aesthetics and of their own life and experiences.

Yes Man

Miles Powers

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