ě-l1ght x Monkey McCarnival
Mixing by: Schimo/DJ Icarus
Album otw February 2nd

bitch damn (rainn god)

🪱 like the 3rd or 4th verse I ever made

Breakfast Song (prod. rubbish)

Want You ˚ ✭(prod. fletcherbrady)

I was dreaming
About being wrong
I was standing inside
An unsettling throng.

I was miles away
Miles away.

And  who can tell
What’s right or wrong
When you’re lost inside
An unsettling song.

I was miles away
Miles away.

And I ask you
What can you do
Faced with such
A motley crew?

I was miles away
Miles away.

I was miles away
Miles away
I was miles away
Miles away.

And there’s nothing more
That I can do
This song has been
Something new.

I’ve been miles away
Miles away.

I’ve been miles away
Miles away
I’ve been miles away
Miles away.

Dreaming about r0

shoutout the bros fr
@neromia 
@user-288478951
@oilcolor

ginko w/ angelo nero, merci baudelaire & oilcolor (pitsearches)

The hairdressers of London
Were sent home by the dozen
Did not travel in fine cars
Sipping wine in quaint wine bars.

They were not sky bound
Travelling above the ground
In rockets sprouting flames
Firing up through space-bound lanes.

Instead they travelled in a ship
With sailors young and fit
Calling out from a high mast
As the land receded fast.

While the hairdressers sat cold 
Locked up in a stinking hold
In amongst them Little Molly
Clutching her beloved dolly.

The ship sailed on through the night
And it sailed on into light
Molly said a word so grey
And the ship just went away.

The hairdressers awakened
In their homes unshaken
Dressing hair, playing games
No memory of being taken.

The ship itself sailed on
Crew and captain singing songs
Into seas so dazzling blue
And places that they never knew.

Molly’s doll had power
Magic like plucking flowers
The doll was also a dear friend
With Molly to the very end.

For Molly and her dolly
The journey was no folly
Their travels ever entwined
With an array of mortal minds.

The hairdressers of London
Were sent home by the dozen
They sat there quite cold 
Locked up in a stinking hold.

Hairdressers of London r5c

1. A man walks down a road
On his way to Heaven’s portal
In-between moments of bliss
As does any mortal.

But he longs for Paradise
Heaven or Hell, let it come
Wants the supreme sacrifice
To the beating of a drum.

He doesn’t care that much
Who lives, who dies
But he longs, nay demands
That the veil be torn from his eyes.

2. For that he’ll sacrifice anything
Dignity, position or faith
For that he becomes
As it were, a living wraith.

For that he lives all these years
For all the years to come
A ghost in the body of life
No more than the clicking of a thumb.

No more than a burning bush
Stuck forever in a desert
As long as the flame  remains
He remains ever-present.

3. A man walks down a road
On his way to Heaven’s portal
In-between moments of bliss
As does any mortal.

But he longs for Paradise
Heaven or Hell, let it come
Wants the supreme sacrifice
To the beating of a drum.

He doesn’t care that much
Who lives, who dies
But he longs, nay demands
That the veil be torn from his eyes.


Addiction r1a

thinking bout u everyday....

prod by @tgwog & @f3arme

mixed me and @1oakie

everyday (tgwog feardorian)

prod bmud




I just been rocking the moncler coat
I just want that girl in my arms
Yall always acting like shit a damn joke
Be serious yall don’t know where u are
I mean it they always act like the start
Be serious motherfucker you a dumb
At the End of my life don’t wanna be scum
I been on the run and you act like u not
Yo bitch ass gonna get tied in a knot
Stupid motherfuckers never fucking win
I never leaving my motherfuckin twins
I’m in the ny shit boring like this
Yah I just be balling in ricks
Fuck I never lose I just gonna win
I bought the Dior moncler bitch
I just saw her in the distance and shit
I’m going crazy my mind fuckin itch
I’m goin crazy I’m always like this
Distant with her like I was busy and shit
Thoughts flying through my head
Fuck oh shit
Bmud prod this motherfuckin beat bitch
Shoutout to him
I can’t deal with all these people they bitch
Yall on my ass for like what
What I did?

What did I do what the problem?
Did we just finally solve it
Got so much racks that they falling
Shoutout my bros that stuck with me from back then
And the bros that still motherfuckin calling
I got the vvs 24 carrots
I got the vvs all on my neck to my shoulders
where is your drip it just parish

start prod bmud

Susannah climbs stairs late at night
To a tower top, out of sight
In a rolling tide of swirling cloud
Mist, fog, and the odd hell-hound.

Susannah lives on the earth by day
As outlined in an endless play
Written in part to keep her sane
A mortal in the land of the crane.

In the evening, she abandons that script
Climbs endless stairs, pained by one hip
Gets to the door, it opens and shuts
Lies down on a comfortable couch.

At night, Susannah looks out at stars
Rainbows round the moon, floating cars
Fairies hovering enroute to her room
Flying horses, a witch on a broom.

Susannah’s earth life goes on and on
And one day, when it’s all gone
She’ll climb those stairs just one more time
Close the door, and drink the wine.

Susannah’s earth life goes on and on
And one day, when it’s all gone
She’ll climb those stairs just one more time
Close the door, and drink the wine.


Susannah r1

I’m a radiation man
Born just yesterday
In a bright flash of light
That took my life away.

That’s my face before it all
In the midst of that light
Scorch marks on a wall
Died and reborn last night.

I’m a radiation man
Birthed by a fiery knife
Not sure that I understand
All that happened in my life.

Walking in a city of ruins
Looking for someone new
Melted walls and dusty tombs
Surely there was more to do.

I can walk and even talk
There’s no one here to see
In a city made of chalk
There’s not much left for me.

City’s dead but a siren goes
Feel it beneath my feet
Echoing in caverns low
Unpeople wake from sleep.

Unpeople will soon be up
Not just to live and die
Angels of destructive thrust
Built to pluck out enemy eyes.

I’ll be gone before they rise
Journey onwards as I will
Shake off this city wise
Find solace on some hill.

I’m a radiation man
Born just yesterday
In a bright flash of light
That took my life away.


Radiation man r3

Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
ps. The Bandcamp songs should be free to download. Please let me know if they're not.

Dreaming about r0

Peter Grimbeek