First attempt at some more ambient evolving music.  Enjoy! 

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Head In the Clouds

shouts to slum village for the beat. shouts to the girl courtney.

follow me.

Courtney Cox

the second release from Darkmans comes from Duchess. the debut release from this producer, it is an experimental affair, journeying through the cold, late nights of winter. with each track focusing on a different aspect of sleep/ the bedroom, it is a tight knit, yet eclectic group of sounds.

I Wish I Could Lucid Dream

Lyrics:

You say “Hey! It’s the colors you wear”/
I’m like “Mayday!” ‘Cuz I’m so fucking scared/
Trying to save face, like run and embarrassed/
With a crook in my neck, is it love, is it marriage?/
I can’t even walk straight, you’re my police line/
Every night you’re out late, like, “I need time”/
Fucking rewind, you wanted me back.../
Worry ‘bout my pipe, when you hit me in the kneecap/
Girl….

Eyes blacker than a redact, askin her for feedback/
Gauzy gravel, white noise, keep at it/
I was a fucking god, you got me insecure/
Relapsing in IKEA, buying ‘His & Her’s’/
Towelettes, miss choking out a bitch like Claudette/
Yes, it’s about sex, bowed legs, brown freckles/
He comes around when she does it/ 
Ground trembles, now, now devil/
You’re in my back pocket, like a fish hook/
Trying to get on the T.V. and be like: “Bitch, look”/
Let me tell you ‘bout abandonment issues/ (got em)
Paralyzing radio silence loud as like six nukes/
I’m like a cornered animal.../ (I am)
Fuck NAFTA, more like borderline irrational/ (it is)
Wouldn’t trade it for the world, not another one/ (nope)
Usain Bolt, bitch: colors run/

Don’t get drunk, don’t get distracted.../
Guess we’re just bad kids, do love The Black Lips/
Been a bizarre ride, just Phipe and a fat lip/
Still passing me by the farside of baggage/
Like I’m running, running, running, running/
Dissolving in debt, in my bed, like “come in”/
Don’t believe in soulmates, but our freckles match/
Showed up on my doorstep just to welcome back/

And it’s dumb right, watch me wither in the sunlight/ (I’m melting)
Fittest glove like, living like a drum strike/
Heart in constant, life’s a streets and my heart’s on crossing/
Heart on throbbing, gosh darn Mom ‘n Dad are watching/
Parade marching, never get stuck in the margins/
Luck of the draw is... Fucking retarded/
Gonna withdraw, then buck up and charge in/
You’ve got barbed eyes, I’ve got a hard smile/
That’s a far cry from tepid bar dive hookups/
Look up! See the sky got shook up/
Dormant like a doormat, (skinnel?) never took up/
Got used to your gaze, coursing lethal/
No stolen glances, I grand-larson-kneed you in the stomach/
You steam uninterrupted, and when you walked away/
I finally realized what love is/ (yooo)

Colours

Double Dare

Instrumental by https://soundcloud.com/robbie313

Lyrics:
It's a house trained cat/still here to bring back
The vibe that snuck round/the alley during the boom bap
No click clack/or pitter patter/or brat brat
Beretta acapella/so we holier than chedder

Like a swiss guard armed/with tongue and tight charm
Sellin dope to the pope/till we closer to God
We closer to alms/we closer than Brahms
and Back and Beethoven/to beatin the beat on

So fuck that molly/pop that body
Told you suckers twice/that I rep that bohdi
But a wise man said/that to break that bread
Gotta break some bones/sayin see em back in Cali

I'm out in my field/I'm livin life real
I'm honing my skills/for me and not bills
For me and my fam/for us and our clan
That includes you too/you fool that I panned

Cause you all about the glam/all about the glitter
Got a real big ego/cause you got your own twitter
And a couple chicks lettin you/flicker around her clitter
Is you even really livin?/Think you gotta think bigger

Despite the rollex/and all the good sex
You find yourself starin/and thinkin "Well what's next"?
What an age old tale/and one I confess
I can't really recall/so please, just hit next

Gettin existential/swervin through your mental
Livin life in the fast lane/cause it's only a rental
So forget the dentals/we set our own records
Finna sell my birthright/for some mighty good lentils

Cause I'm not a prophet/was never chosen
Not here to profit/like you fuckin posers
You rap to stack/while I rhyme to shine
You suck for dough/while I spit my lines

You drown in pride/as I flow and ride
You live for you/while I die for mine
Do I got your ear?/can you hear me preach?
Holy Van Gogh/de-flower the sun with my speech

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