letugo, bye, xvrynyt

fruits of it

Intense polyrhythmic Malloya vibes delivered by rich baritone vocals deep, traditional Afro-Latin voice—rich with lived experience and wisdom. This down-tempo dreamscape features weaving baritone guitar lines (panned left/right), reverb-soaked motifs, a militaristic brushed snare over muted kicks, layered Afro-Latin percussion, and ethereal Afro-Asian chants. A profound tale of pain, defeat by fate, and quiet rebellion unfolds in hypnotic layers.



Why Hold On Polyrhythmic Mix

Those special headlines which did not get the attention they may should have gotten ... or not :p

- - - all related articles can be found below the lyrics - - -

The lyrics of this week:
Yeah…
Week 51, calendar thinning out,
Lights stay longer, thoughts get loud.
One foot in the now, one in what’s next,
End-of-year breath — let the rhythm reflect.

Week 51 moves quiet but strong,
No big alarms, just a steady hum.
People wrapping gifts and wrapping years,
Folding lessons into laughter and tears.
Cafés glow with foggy glass,
Old friends texting “we should meet at last.”
Playlists switch to softer keys,
Soul slows down with the winter breeze.
Some dreams landed, some stayed parked,
Some needed darkness just to spark.
Not everything made headlines loud,
But growth don’t need a cheering crowd.

We almost home, yeah we almost there,
Past the noise, past the scare.
Count the wins, let go the weight,
Week 51 — feelin’ great.
Snow in the air, plans in the phone,
Heart feels warm though the nights feel long.
If the year was a road we’ve already grown,
One more step — yeah we almost home.

End-of-year emails say “circle back,”
But the real work’s internal — facts.
Who did you love, who did you keep?
What did you heal, what still sleeps?
Streets lit gold with early night,
Cities hum in December light.
Everybody tired but nobody done,
Still chasing warmth like a setting sun.
Quiet courage, unnoticed grace,
Small kind acts time didn’t erase.
Week 51 ain’t about the climb,
It’s about reading the signs on the timeline.

We almost home, yeah we almost there,
Past the noise, past the scare.
Count the wins, let go the weight,
Week 51 — feelin’ great.
Snow in the air, plans in the phone,
Heart feels warm though the nights feel long.
If the year was a road we’ve already grown,
One more step — yeah we almost home.

slow steps / cold breath /
deep thoughts / no stress /
last stretch / clear lens /
loose ends / new sense /
heart warm / coat thin /
old year / folding in /
night train / soft bass /
right pace / my space

We learned some truths the hard way,
Lost a few illusions on the way.
But we still here, still standing tall,
Still laughing at nothing, still answering calls.
There’s beauty in the almost-done,
In the quiet before the next begun.
Not every chapter needs a close,
Some just fade out soft — and that’s dope.
Week 51 got that exhale feel,
Like “yeah… okay… this was real.”
No rush now, let the moment roam,
Next stop coming — but we almost home.

We almost home, don’t blink yet,
Still some magic we ain’t met.
Hold the joy, release the stone,
Week 51 — we almost home.
Lights stay low, hearts stay on,
Carry the good, leave the wrong.
If the year was a road we’ve already grown,
One more breath — yeah we almost home.

Week 51 fades soft, no rush, no fear,
Just gratitude humming at the end of the year.
See you next week, new chapter, new tone —
Until then… yeah — we almost home.

Links to related articles:
https://www.bbc.com/worklife/article/20251215-end-of-year-reflection-why-we-naturally-slow-down
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/dec/18/why-december-makes-us-reflect-on-the-year
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/12/20/well/mind/year-end-reflection-rituals.html
https://www.npr.org/2025/12/22/health/why-winter-makes-us-introspective
https://www.psychologytoday.com/intl/blog/the-moment-youth/2025/12/the-psychology-of-year-end-reflection
https://www.forbes.com/sites/tracybrower/2025/12/19/why-the-end-of-the-year-feels-emotionally-heavy-and-hopeful/
https://www.vox.com/culture/2025/12/21/december-nostalgia-end-of-year-feelings

NewsHop - week 51 of 2025

[Verse 1]
Yeah.
I’m staring at the screen, another late-night shift
Searching for a logic in a cultural rift.
They talk about "inclusion" and the "Values" they hold
But the repos tell a story that’s centuries old.
How can I build the future with a "Slave" in the code?
That’s a heavy-duty burden, that’s a legacy load.
I raised it in a ticket—ID 1832536
But they "Cancelled" the concern like a problem they can’t fix.
They said, "Ezzy, it’s just tech, don’t take it to heart"
But that word is a dagger that tears me apart.
Seedy Fofana won his claim for the very same thing
While I’m drowning in the panic that these "legacy" terms bring.

[Chorus]
I’m trying to be Godly, trying to stay true
But how do I love them when they don’t see me through?
I’m brow-beaten in a Teams call, two hours on the clock
Pressure to abandon what I know is on the rock.
It’s David and Goliath, but the giant’s got the HR file
And they’re judging my silence while they’re leaking my style.
I keep the covenant sacred, keep the principle high
Even when the panic makes me want to say goodbye.

[Verse 2]
Let’s talk about the leak, let’s talk about the trust
Private Slack messages turned into dust.
Richard Tice and the Reform, I was venting my pain
Now I’m the one disciplined, caught in the rain.
A "Final Written Warning" for a private thought
While the person who leaked it? They haven't been caught.
I told Ten Johnson: "Don’t contact me, please"
I’m hypervigilant, I’m shaking at the knees.
They say I didn’t engage, that I missed the 18th
But they ignore the PTSD and the lack of my strength.
My autism isn't a "lack of credibility"
It’s the reason I feel every single hostility.

[Verse 3]
Trudy sent a letter, said there’s "no evidence" found
Like the weight of my lived experience doesn’t make a sound.
Because I can’t give the timestamp or the verbatim quote
Does that mean the manager didn’t have me by the throat?
I’m a Senior Engineer, Digital Distribution
But I feel like a ghost looking for a resolution.
I’m a patriotic Englishman, I love this land
But I won't be excluded by a Reform-brand hand.
I see the Slack threads now, they’re still talking the same
But I’m the only one who had to carry the shame.

[Outro]
So I pray for the strength to not return the hate
To be the "Boy with the Harp" at the BBC gate.
To the ancestors watching: I’m still standing tall
Though they built the system for the principled to fall.
Keep the heart clean, let the code be refined
Until "Master" and "Slave" are left far behind.
I’m Ezzy Elliott. Remember the name.
I’m seeking the peace, not seeking the fame.


Work Life

LOUNGE

available on iTunes & Spotify
love u guys, 
thanks 4 listening. 

1. heavymetal (prod. @kayinsounds)
2. chai (prod. @gurugriff)
3. right (prod. @gurugriff)
4. through U (prod. @vancemakesart)
5. honey (prod. @fuckthisurl)
6. tempted (prod. @sumikawa)
7. surface realm (prod. @taberarias)
8. feal (prod. @ckwnce)

Evisu

PERALTA