Latest track, an exploration of the combination of lyrics and metaphysical thoughts, collaboration with @MaeDali 

Asymmetric Axes ft. MaeDali

second track in the Invisible Cities EP, nostalgia of the City of Lights.

Original beat by Jeromen: 
https://soundcloud.com/eromen/whoop

Lyrics:

Steep snaked streets lead to secret suites,
whilst the sleek slate sheets make the steeples creak,
See the stained steel railings of balconies,
from the rain veiled rafters at Republique,
gazing out, sun’s rays hit the panes oblique,
reflects a glaze of warmth through the hazy breeze,
remain dazed for three, minutes of graceful ease,
watch the Sacred-Heart, raise to her faithful feet,
I eat an eighth of cheese, treat the taste to my teeth, 
keep the rest for the week, proceed to take to the east,
reach a place where the trees, equally spaced to appease,
peacefully place in me, a need to embrace this scene,
The Seine faces me, peniches lace the quays,
bridges brace the banks, all the way to Bercy,
and I agree it pains me, for so soon did I leave,
that no tune will ever sing as softly as she.

I used to be a stranger roaming through you,
you mesmerised me with your charm and spells,
and every time I walk a different way because
I know that you’ll reveal to me what word of mouth can’t tell,

Carefully pacing towards the basin, 
watch the barges waiting, the water gates rising,
wilfully wide-eyed, bicycles braking,
even the sky’s, dyed red, the evening wakens,
and, dreamily taken, I, gleefully slide to the
banks of the canal, and see them, speedily glide,
and seated, cheerfully eyed they drink, easily wine,
the bobo’s at comptoir, are there since a, quarter to nine,
so my, journey unwinds, towards the rues of belleville,
my head filled, with the thought of picon biere served chilled,
from the squares spirits spill, smokey air subsides,
to Jean-Pierre Timbaud, bars with doors opened wide,
and dans les Buttes Chaumont, I, on top of the hill,
try to stop and stay still and watch over the avenues,
and have a new, view, over towers that are filled,
with, beady eyes, down my spine they send chills,
so I’m, paralysed as I stroll back towards the quartiers, 
where the air’s warmer elders swarming everywhere,
with their metallic spheres sitting with intensive stares
another day through in the city of Voltaire,
yeah, in the city of Voltaire, 
there’s never a better time to sit on the stairs,
and see the sun’s last rays glare and light up your face,
embrace the night once more in this enchanted place, 

I used to be a stranger roaming through you,
you mesmerised me with your charm and spells,
and every time I walk a different way because
I know that you’ll reveal to me what word of mouth can’t tell,

I’ve tried a thousand times to get you off my mind,
Those days and nights spent laying in your arms,
Its hard for me to see you with so many others
luring them into your grasp to hold them in your palm.

paname. (first master) [beat by Jeromen]

beat making is a sweet sensation.
[PN3UM0TH0R4X]

4m0r

Y06 3rut4n.

Tn3m4l.

Samedi

Bank Holiday.

Lido Love

Childhood Dream (Refreshed)

[Verse 1]
I was always counting the days, 
long routine hours at a desk, no praise
no rays of sun just blistering bellows of 
wind so bitter, no energy, drained,
 ahead of me, gazing, fixed on the game, 
earth wind and fire with a hint of rain,
just plain desire to make a move, 
each day she would enslave my mood,
enraged then soothed, plagued by questions,
I was open to suggestions, 
I was hoping for direction,
I was hoping for a straight connection,
beverages to fuel affection, 
table tennis rules and lessons,
playful premise, i was blessed but
yae unable to secure an answer a 
thought or anything, 
There were many things, 
so many things, so many swings, 
from confidence to jelly limbs,
consequently fuelled adrenaline, 
no ketamine, just ecstasy, and next a sea of
honest settling, i was meddling, 
with myself as my own enemy i was wrestling,

[Chorus]
I need time to read, 
no time for tv screens, 
gimme books and magazines, 
tell me by all means,
Give me some’n to read,
I’m trying to believe, 
there’s something there for me,
but baby i can’t seem to, so

[Verse 2]
give me a page from a novel or a journal,
a couple of lines to read, a couple of 
signs, a plea to couple with sighs, 
i need a cup i’m alive when we, are 
coupled, please, i see double,
these few nights when i feel puzzled,
no more struggles, you can sense my
mind is troubled, but I just cuddle up
when you part my mind is muddled up
i can’t place the next time we’ll double up,
i can’t face the next line i’ll shovel up
just to keep the red wine from coming up,
i’m still having fun, fuelling my hubris
to push me through, feel betrayed like a judas,
no more rudeness, lets just let the night turn into
day, feel the burn in my mucus, 
this feels stupid, i just want to be close to you,
shit, i just want to make the most of these few clicks,
most of the music, boast and abuse it,
fuck its confusing, 
palette of colours is blue like Hammershoi’s, 
we laugh in a clamour of joy, like a 
stammering boy, sat hammering toys,
i’m stuck in a dream, with a rattling noise,

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Pensively reflecting reading kafka on the shore,
as you walk away, wrapped in my kimono through the door,
i’ve been waiting far too long to have you in my quarters,
feel the frozen water droplets see you spotless like before,

Consume my mind, 
consume my gaze, 
consume by body, 
consume my face,

[Verse 3]
I need time to read through your story, 
i need to time to decipher your prose,
I need time to interpret your idioms,
to comprehend the metaphors you chose,
I need to see why you picked those words, 
you’re strict and unrehearsed, stick to the verse, 
you stripped me of my inhibitions 
and i’m on a mission to lift this curse,
your indefinite silences leads to 
believe, that ‘we’ has been sidelined like a
world cup referee, see me living far from the 
highlife down by the side of the green,
consume white spirits of a high degree,
like Heidegger, I perceive this like a dream, and  
i’m fighting my stream of consciousness
to be quite honest, fuck, i’m a monstrous mess,
must i show remonstrance, 
my emotions are responding,
to a notion that I wish to see in 
motion past my longings,
but i’m far beyond commotion, working a 
nine to five to be rid of my thoughts
and I’m dreading the moment that we meet again
where the end greets me and i’m left distraught,
I left it short, I messed it, i’m caught defenceless
chipped tooth, back once more at the dentist,
i’m left friendless, why are my thoughts consumed by
her, this pain it’s relentless,
No more guest list, just straight queues, 
i’m done with books, texts, magazines and reviews,
if you want to get vexed then you better get on it
i’ve been patiently waiting but now my time’s through,

[Chorus]

Time To Read

Lido Love (Lockdown Mix)

I make beats and write rap.

The taller half of Human Error.

[NGMA]

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