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Let me go I gotta ride, gotta find me a home 
Gotta grab me a sack, better hide with it though 
You ain’t seen a motherfucker doin this much blow 
Red streaming down my nose, blood drippin on my dough
And I’m trapped in a war with my demons on the low 
You ain’t been here in a minute so I call you on the phone 
I can’t hear you cause you yellin so goddamn loud 
It’s like I’m talkin to myself I am so damn alone 

Let me go I gotta ride, gotta find me a home 
Gotta grab me a sack, better hide with it though 
You ain’t seen a motherfucker doin this much blow 
Red streaming down my nose, blood drippin on my dough
And I’m trapped in a war with my demons on the low 
You ain’t been here in a minute so I call you on the phone 
I can’t hear you cause you yellin so goddamn loud 
It’s like I’m talkin to myself I am so damn alone 

I don’t wanna to let it go
Gotta find me a whip then I’ll bump it to the coast like woo
Yeah I guess I should’ve flown 
Goin 90 on the freeway wanna bump it off the road like woo

I don’t wanna to let it go
Gotta find me a whip then I’ll bump it to the coast like woo
Yeah I guess I should’ve flown 
Goin 90 on the freeway wanna bump right off the road like woo

So fucking frustrated 
Don’t tell me just to chill cause you know I fucking hate that 
I think life is overrated 
Put a 9 up to my head, want my life fucking take that

We ain’t got no teams 
If you ride with the homies just act like you know me 
We don’t want nothing 
You can hide all your life but you still couldn’t  fool me 

We ain’t got no teams 
If you ride with the homies just act like you know me 
We don’t want nothing 
You can hide all your life but you still couldn’t  fool me 

I know nothing gonna save me 
I see the knife in your hands just waiting to impale me 
All your words mean nothing 
Cause by the end of the day I’m gonna die for the homies

I know nothing gonna save me 
I see the knife in your hands just waiting to impale me 
All your words mean nothing 
Cause by the end of the day I’m gonna die for the homies

Let me go I gotta ride, gotta find me a home 
Gotta grab me a sack, better hide with it though 
You ain’t seen a motherfucker doin this much blow 
Red streaming down my nose, blood drippin on my dough
And I’m trapped in a war with my demons on the low 
You ain’t been here in a minute so I call you on the phone 
I can’t hear you cause you yellin so goddamn loud 
It’s like I’m talkin to myself I am so damn alone 

Let me go I gotta ride, gotta find me a home 
Gotta grab me a sack, better hide with it though 
You ain’t seen a motherfucker doin this much blow 
Red streaming down my nose, blood drippin on my dough
And I’m trapped in a war with my demons on the low 
You ain’t been here in a minute so I call you on the phone 
I can’t hear you cause you yellin so goddamn loud 
It’s like I’m talkin to myself I am so damn alone

Condemned

This track is the first track on our EP called 'Reflective', and the story behind our lyrics is about a teenager going through the realisation that they aren't alone, and that people can see them and their reflection, which is explained by 'I think I'm reflective'.

Reflective

#DeepStreet #ThinkingAboutYou

ON ALL PLATFORMS!!! 🔥

DEEP STREET - THINKING ABOUT YOU

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platinum & silver cast in stone

From the forthcoming album O Captain by eNuminous & Archimedes.


MURDER

Scene shellac
Blue tire smoke
Body crumpled
Red gutter
Drain drip
Mean attack
Grew fire
So bloody
Mumbled Ted
Gutter
Drain drip
All fears
Mother
Father
Answer door
Wear black
Sneak attack
Tall nears
Hovers over
Whispers more
Our snack
Meat black

Smoke crush
Bullet dent
Wharf end
Hooked bent
Repeat kill
Skull mush
Pulled vent
Dwarf sent
Looked
Rent scream shrill

Murder

Springs Songs (for Tenor and Chamber Ensemble)
Duration: ca. 20'

MOVEMENTS:
I. English Sparrows (Washington Square) (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
II. April 5, 1974 (Richard Wilbur)
III. Done With (Ann Stanford)
IV. The Widow’s Lament in Springtime (William Carlos Williams)
V. Spring Rain (Sara Teasdale)

Performers: American Modern Ensemble; Alok Kumar, Tenor
For More Information: https://robertpaterson.com/spring-songs
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/composers/robert-paterson/
Purchase Sheet Music: http://billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?keyword=spring%20songs%20-&main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1
Also available as a version for tenor and piano: https://robertpaterson.com/spring-songs


PROGRAM NOTE
Spring Songs for tenor and chamber ensemble or piano is my third song cycle celebrating the seasons. As with the first two, Winter Songs for bass-baritone and Summer Songs for soprano, this cycle contains settings of poems by various American poets.

Whereas both Winter Songs and Summer Songs end with scenes in New York City, Spring Songs begins with New York: a setting of English Sparrows (Washington Square) by Edna St. Vincent Millay, a poem about a scene that takes place in the morning in Greenwich Village, a neighborhood in New York City where Millay lived in the early 1900s. The second movement is a setting of April 5, 1974 by Richard Wilbur, a poem Wilbur wrote in honor of Robert Frost’s one-hundredth birthday, and I interpret as being about overcoming self-doubt through wisdom, and about understanding the change of seasons, but also a change of mind. The third movement, Done With by Ann Stanford, I interpret to be about death and rebirth. Stanford symbolizes this by a house being torn down and the ground paved over, the now suffocated plant life yearning to break through. The Widow’s Lament in Springtime, the fourth movement, is a setting of a poem by William Carlos Williams. I interpret this poem as a modernist, pastoral elegy that uses images of nature to lament the death of a loved one. The final movement, a setting of the poem Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale, is about a happy memory of a lover brought about by an evening thunderstorm.

Spring Songs was commissioned by Rick Teller for the American Modern Ensemble.

AME ARTISTS
Robert Paterson, Conductor
Alok Kumar, tenor
Grace Law, flute
Nuno Antunes, clarinet
Samuel Z. Solomon, percussion
Geoffrey Burleson, piano
Victoria Paterson, violin
Peter Sachon, cello

The Four Seasons

Spring Songs - III. Done With (Text by Ann Stanford)

Winter Songs (for Bass-Baritone and Chamber Ensemble)
Duration: ca. 20'

MOVEMENTS:
I. Icicles filled the long window (Wallace Stevens)
II. Dark Day, Warm and Windy (A. R. Ammons)
III. The Snow Man (Wallace Stevens)
IV. Boy at The Window (Richard Wilbur)
V. Old Story (Robert Creeley)
VI. Neither Snow (Billy Collins)

Performers: American Modern Ensemble; David Neal, Bass-Baritone
For More Information: https://robertpaterson.com/winter-songs
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=103_137&products_id=1357
Online Perusal Score: https://issuu.com/robertpaterson/docs/winter_songs_perusal_score


PROGRAM NOTES
The idea for Winter Songs occurred to me after I wrote a short song based on the sixth poem from Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens for a group composition project at Cornell University. The original idea was to have each student in the department set a different poem in this work, culminating in an evening long song cycle. There are many compelling settings ofThirteen Ways, so instead of trying to contribute yet another, I decided to compose a song cycle using winter-themed poems by a variety of poets. David Neal, the bass-baritone who sang my initial song, Icicles Filled the Long Window, liked the idea so much that he asked me for a complete cycle. I spent months collecting and reading as many poems about winter as I could find. Winter-themed poems seem to fall into two categories: those that are playful and fun, and those that are quite serious. I chose to set six serious poems, including another one by Wallace Stevens, and one each by Robert Creeley, Richard Wilbur, A.R. Ammons and Billy Collins.

Winter Songs was commissioned by David Neal and The Arts at Grace through the New York State Music Fund and was premiered by David Neal and the Society for New Music in April 2008.

ARTISTS:
Robert Paterson, Conductor
'David Neal, bass-baritone
Sato Moughalian, flute
Benjamin Fingland, clarinet
Matthew Ward, percussion
Blair McMillen, piano
Robin Zeh, violin
Robert Burkhart, cello

Winter Songs - I. Icicles filled the long window (Text by Wallace Stevens)

God Does Not Exist

We are a grunge band based in the uk, and we are inspired by nirvana and similar '90s bands. We're attempting to start a second grunge wave. The first one began in Seattle, and we think it's time for another one!

Reflective

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