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Pearls & Bones

Jammer is a proving grounds, showcasing lyrical prowess and unique production sensibilities. MuRli and GodKnows, two Irish heavyweights and good friends of the band swing through to deliver dense and impactful verses. A beat that interpolates the sound of UK grime ties together the sonic passports of the three featured emcees.

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Credits:
Jake Oliveira - Vocals
Harry Warshaw - Production
Keenan Lazich - Guitar

Jammer (feat. MuRli & God Knows)

The second single from Sandy Pearlman & Bones' upcoming album "Spare Parts", available everywhere 09.20.16

Vocals: Bones - @bonesofpearls_bones, P.O.S - @yeahrightpos
Production: Sandy Pearlman - @sandypearlman
Mix & Master: Matt Rideout - @matt-rideout-2

Lyrics:

Infatuated with the harvest, we reap what we sow.
Chemicals enhance the yields of the crops that we grow.
So we consume the by-product, that comes with buying product,
and pocket pennies at the cost of our own health.
Then sit around the table and clamour ‘bout our wealth,
and how our quarterly earnings are burning straight through the drought.
I’m smirking to myself, know that wealth is in the mind, body & self.
So will we smuggle the smog? When that’s the purest oxygen?
I breathe carcinogens, an inner city citizen. 
Commodities are spillin’ to the punch drunk, and willing. 
Pipe dreams bend outta line when its crunch time for billing.
The proof is in the pudding, and it’s looking black as tar.
Scoop an extra large spoonful to fill up your car, and drive far away.
While you’re cruising contemplate how to elevate your mind state 
out this real place.

Feeling like a cloud of dust, These grains of land,
Are whistling across what’s soon to be a wasteland,
And i’ve wasted my voice, on siren songs,
So I’m running out of steam trying to iron these wrongs.
Feeling like a sea of rust, these grains of land,
Have almost reached a point past reparation,
Now we’re tasting our choice, The flavours all wrong,
Cause neglect doesn’t need to marinate long.

Infatuated with the next best thing, we plug in,
cause in our mind extending human capability is a win.
For some it’s a sin. They’ll all get left behind,
cause we’ve designed the next step in the evolutionary line.
It’s right there in your pockets,
It’s right there at your desk,
It’s the tone in your ear coming from a circuitry set.
And I’m jaded cause I love it. We’re all a product of it.
But lately we haven’t been putting ourselves above it.
In this sea of social engineering and retweets,
we watch the doomsday clock tick, at the edge of our seats.
The polar caps are cracking and caving under the heat,
somehow it still never feels like a reality.
We coat the wires in rubber and pray our data survives.
I hope at least a pair of specimen outlast the tides,
so when they look up at the sky, sea, sediment and trees,
they see rebuilding requires the efforts of a team.

Feeling like a cloud of dust, These grains of land,
Are whistling across what’s soon to be a wasteland,
And i’ve wasted my voice, on siren songs,
So I’m running out of steam trying to iron these wrongs.
Feeling like a sea of rust, these grains of land,
Have almost reached a point past reparation,
Now we’re tasting our choice, The flavours all wrong,
Cause neglect doesn’t need to marinate long.

(P.O.S. of Doomtree verse)

Feeling like a cloud of dust, These grains of land,
Are whistling across what’s soon to be a wasteland,
And i’ve wasted my voice, on siren songs,
So I’m running out of steam trying to iron these wrongs.
Feeling like a sea of rust, these grains of land,
Have almost reached a point past reparation,
Now we’re tasting our choice, The flavours all wrong,
Cause neglect doesn’t need to marinate long.

Spare Parts

Grains Of Land [ft. P.O.S]

The first single from Sandy Pearlman & Bones' upcoming album "Spare Parts", available everywhere 09.20.16

Vocals: Bones - @bonesofpearls_bones
Production: Sandy Pearlman - @sandypearlman
Mix & Master: Matt Rideout - @matt-rideout-2

Lyrics:
I am a primate or merely a multi-celled organism,
Caused by ice age, cataclysm and adaptive precision,
With vision driven by heart, I guess my art is really
just an extension of my arm. So i’ll lend a hand to fellow man,
hope you can comprehend that I don’t condescend but I collaborate.
So it exasperates me to know the blogs magistrate beef.
When external forces own the power to influence the internal
portions of our minds we’re in ruins. That’s why I roam T.O.
though, trying to reach the top of the food chain. 
Bumping Shikari and Wu-Tang, hoping they’ll know my 
crew’s name. STAG OUT like a deer with a flame thrower.
And my ego is leaf blower with the settings just a little bit lower,
Simply batting at the flames.

Round the corner, reach the apex.
I’m feeling like Ape-X.
It’s been a long trek, 
found my footing when I lost my step.
Take one breath, to clear your chest.
This ain’t a goddamn test.
Objects are stable, ideas are volatile,
just try to balance and master yours, 
all the while, evolving each and every passing day.
It’s a fact that Pearls and Bones 
predeceased the human race,
To do that you negate the cynical,
Brush off subliminals, 
Focus on your own proverbial pinnacle.
The hustle is real, the Stags are up next,
The A-Class, Apex.

And I’m banging’ on my chest,
I ain’t even gotta flex,
In a concrete jungle,
Where drones take arial pics

Doing lyrical flips and giving spiritual tips,
While my peers are trying tragically to be hip,
You slipped up, but you’re rocking Authentics,
Swear to god some say I’m the product of eugenics,
Uh, Strag Street the apex to where the true greats rest.
Thats Lawrence and Bloor. It doesn’t exist, it’s all in your mind,
like platform 9 and 3/4, bruh I’ma wizard with words,
and the coldest of beats are a Pearls induced blizzard.
So you better pack warmly, didn’t have anyone to come warn me.
I’m the natural selection, the result of innovation plus invention.
Like King Kong mid-fight with a chimp in a bull pen,
Got guerrilla tactics on top of these rap hits.
And I do the graphics while Pearls crafts the sonics,
Not a white boy using ebonics, 
But a student to a culture that helped me deal with my problems.

Round the corner, reach the apex.
I’m feeling like Ape-X.
It’s been a long trek, 
found my footing when I lost my step.
Take one breath, to clear your chest.
This ain’t a goddamn test.
Objects are stable, ideas are volatile,
just try to balance and master yours, 
all the while, evolving each and every passing day.
It’s a fact that Pearls and Bones 
predeceased the human race,
To do that you negate the cynical,
Brush off subliminals, 
Focus on your own proverbial pinnacle.
The hustle is real, the Stags are up next,
The A-Class, Apex

Ape-X

Track #1 from "All the Wrong Places"

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Vocals: @bonesofpearls_bones & @keyshafreshh
Production: @sandypearlman
Mix & Master: @sandypearlman

All the Wrong Places

Pet Peeve - Sandy Pearlman & Bones & Keysha Freshh

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The Stone Throwers (Gone in a Blink)

full project https://open.spotify.com/album/5HQ7v2oosLL7dk8P8Lm30n?si=iirvrxekTOOvDJMUsxyBPw

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RANG TONE

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🍂 Everyone deserves a few moments now and again to unwind and reflect. Regardless of how busy things are in your world, time is still moving at the same rate... it’s just one of those long days. 🍂

Stream / Buy long day by jack cates : https://fanlink.to/longdays

Artwork by @grisfx

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jack cates ⁃ Long Days

GUT ROT
by Pearls & Bones

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Feelin tongue tied, stayin up late,
Drinkin flouride, tryna hydrate,
And I kill off the enzymes burnin my face,
The vibes too sweet, boy i gotta toothache,
I might crack a molar, flow cold, like polar,
Zub zero, one way ticket to hell and it froze over,
Now im just layin' in the sun,
Flipped the game on it head, cause im just havin fun,
Look at the madness that has begun.
Cause im a take another form,
 Pearls hit me with a beat,
Said "please be warned",
See This one aint for the faint of heart,
I took that beat, went ahead and played my part,
I had you hooked from the start, now you cant stop playin,
Instant gratification, tuned into stag station,
Man this the sensation
What it feel like?
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Im on a sugar high, 
I could siphon the night sky.

Keep up the sugar high,
As I hop on a red-eye.

See,
Im on a sugar high,
Nothin else could satisfy.

This here's a sugar high
Live the life of a fruit fly.
That fast life, no drive by.
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Dropped the album as a chocolate bar,
Filled with Pop Rocks, 
Now these other rappers tryna bite my style can't even stop,
Have a break, have a KitKat, and prep for GutRot,
Cause this record bout to out do anything you coulda thought,
Mans not hot, theres a soundbite for the hypebeasts,
Maybe if i crowned myself ReigningChamp they would like me.
Man, i got the StagMob.
So i could care less if FairWeather friends fall off.
Im as valuable to the scene as the director,
Im as valuable to a screen as the projector,
Im as valuable to the beat as a compressor,
I dont get locked in a routine, im the succesor.
Fill the IV with caffeine until my chest hurt,
Sugar shudders got me wired, up writing my best work.
I know everybody got a sweet spot for desert,
So imma serve em up this lil treat first on Deezer.
What it feel like?
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Im on a sugar high, 
I could siphon the night sky.

Keep up the sugar high,
As I hop on a red-eye.

See,
Im on a sugar high,
Nothin else could satisfy.

This here's a sugar high
Live the life of a fruit fly.
That fast life, no drive by.

Gut Rot

Bubble Boy

Ask Bigga ft Bigga

Credits:
Vocals/Guitars/Bass: Mike Froh
Drums: Anton Delost
Written by: Mike Froh
Mixed & Engineered by: Anton Delost
Produced by: Mike Froh & Anton Delost

Fake Friends EP

S.A.D.

Mike Froh - S.A.D.

Featuring William Elliot Whitmore, Joel Anderson (Ten Grand/Vida Blue/ FT(The Shadow Government/Tornavalanche), Jeff Allen (The Plastic Constellations / Tyte Jeff) and Aaron Mader (Doomtree Records / Lazerbeak / The Plastic Constellations). A project by friends who have played together and stayed close for over 20 years.

These Freaks

Dope Walker - These Freaks

400 Sq. Ft. Is about beauty in the coldest of spaces, and the person who lights it up.
It is the first official single from Pearls & Bones' upcoming album "Cool Uncles".
(Lyrics below, they're MINT.)

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Credits:
Jake Oliveira - Vocals 
Harry Warshaw - Production
Keenan Lazich - Guitar
Matt Rideout - Mix & Master

This project is funded in part by FACTOR, the Government of Canada and
Canada’s private radio broadcasters.
Ce projet est financé en partie par FACTOR, le gouvernement du Canada et les radiodiffuseurs privés du Canada.

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Lyrics:
Quarter to eight on an LCD,
Soaking in daylight we seldom see,
We’ve got a great view beneath this street,
We made a motif with 400 square feet.

Cause if the earth quakes, we are in a good place to lie low,
We take the high road to the other side though.
I know, it’ll all happen in due time so,
I'm staring at greener pastures, with the blinds closed.
You and I know, we stay level through the hi-lows,
Even if the pipes froze, and the room got black mold.
Gotta pass code, when we save the money for a new home,
Pass "Go", invest the cash flow, the glass full.

Chandeliers hung from a low ceiling,
Hold you close in moments most fleeting,
We could plan our escape before the cold season,
I could smell the roses while my nose bleeding.
Chandeliers hung from a low ceiling,
Hold you close in moments most fleeting,
We could plan our escape before the cold season,
I could smell the roses while my nose bleeding.

I'm low on presidents, 
We got prime ministers.
Live in the present tense, 
Move perpendicular.
We're never discontent, 
With our perimeter.
And on that note,
Girl you know you’re my ligature.
Signature signed on a fictional lease,
No space in the galaxy serves as our leash,
Im at peace with the smallest of spaces beneath,
The streets and the tenants above you and me.
I'm hanging chandeliers from a low ceiling,
Adornment of dormant spaces got me gleaming.
The concrete is pre-fab, I act like its marble slab.
Art attack on the walls,
Call Bob Ross,
Get him to whip up a mural,
In the city now, but my hometown was rural,
Spent a few years looking for a damn cure-all,
Then we linked up, and I went from solo to plural.

Chandeliers hung from a low ceiling,
Hold you close in moments most fleeting,
We could plan our escape before the cold season,
I could smell the roses while my nose bleeding.
Chandeliers hung from a low ceiling,
Hold you close in moments most fleeting,
We could plan our escape before the cold season,
I could smell the roses while my nose bleeding. 

(Guitar Breakdown & Solo)

Chandeliers hung from a low ceiling,
Hold you close in moments most fleeting,
We could plan our escape before the cold season,
I could smell the roses while my nose bleeding.
Chandeliers hung from a low ceiling,
Hold you close in moments most fleeting,
We could plan our escape before the cold season,
I could smell the roses while my nose bleeding.

400 Sq. Ft.

-30°C but in band form. ❄️
Harry, Jake & Keenan but in top form. 🇨🇦

All inquiries:
pearlsandbones.music[at]gmail[dot]com

Harry - Production (@HarryWXYZ)
Jake -  Vocals
Keenan - Guitar

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