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Speaking with my lawyer
Monday 30 December 2024

I can see a golden city
On the horizon far away
I think that I could reach it 
If I could sleep just one more day.

Speaking with my lawyer
He says be careful what I say
Should I meet up with the troll king
As I go along my way.

I’ll climb a golden mountain
Climb it all the way
When I reach the fountain
I’ll sit there all the day.

Speaking with my lawyer
He advised me what to say
When talking with the troll king
Just don’t look away.

I can see a golden city
On the horizon far away
I think that I could reach it 
If I could sleep just one more day.

Speaking with my lawyer r3

HELLJOSHO X TOADY- pass the perc (PROD BY TAXFRAUD)

TB-remix

I advanced east into the setting sun
Climbed up stairs from roof to ground
Strove for heaven and turned around
Embraced freedom without a sound.

Became a Buddhist by worshipping time
I drank water and then I drank wine
Swam the Nile, washed up on the shore
Recited the alphabet for an encore.

I turned right and inside out
Whispered until it became a shout
Shuffled cards all day in the square
Wrote three books a week for millionaires.

Began with nothing, won every race
Times changed; I lost my place
Gave up trying to end my life
Played the bagpipes, danced with a knife.

I grew older until I became young
Relied on intuition until it became numb
Exercised until I lost the thread
Gave up running and dined instead.

I never left a table full or empty
I never met a person but I met plenty
Ran away for another season
Always looking for a better reason.

Duality r5

v8 growlin (wip)

https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/1459277
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Memento Mori: an artistic symbol or trope acting as a reminder of the inevitability of death. The concept has its roots in the philosophers of classical antiquity and Christianity, and appeared in funerary art and architecture from the medieval period onwards.

In other words: an object serving as a warning or reminder of death, such as a skull.
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production: @xkouhai
mastering: @xkouhai
inspiration: my soul gem

memento mori.

Whats it take to let my guard down?
I got a blade on my right just to calm down
Calm down
Extension clips
Got you alarmed now
I gotta stay low
Plotting on a bankroll
Get the bag go to the next show
Shawty ass so fat
Like a tank tho
Living comfortably if youre wondering
You slave your days away 
Looking for some peace
I walk out my door all i see are trees
Shadows in the halos
And im really glistening
Baby wanna come with me
Ill show you many things
If you think im lying 
Take you another planet
I dont gotta say shit 
Im quiet and arranged bitch
Im lil misa and i gotta new fragrance
What you say bitch
Got me blade besides me
In the night trying to feel alive
Yeah its really my time
be my Cinderella
trust me with your whole heart I can have us setup 
take you with me
are you ready this a co op mission 
good girl i’m her king so she always listens 
   come see a whole new world 
nothing in this dimension 
sleeping on me i get it cause i sleep in 
we never show weakness
circulation, 4 seasons 
   kkyyogre misa not a game 
i shoot with perfect aim 
she got a blade
i got a blade, on my fanny pack
i let it swang 
   let it hang like a chain 
cut the opps… bloodstains 
crazy 4 you I’m deranged 
addictive like Mary Jane

Glistening (kkyyogre) (sleepyy)

stronger than any drug x taiyo

thanks :^]

A howl of noise drowns the signal from a higher place
Standing waves in the cosmos of time and space
It must be time to re-tune the radio
Climb the roof and turn the an-ten-na
It must be time to power up the sky, oh yeah
It must be time, be time, it must be time
It must be time, be time, it must be time.

A surge of power comes and then it goes
The universe is naked then it slows
The light reveals all gently, then it dims
What goes up comes down repeatedly
It must be time to climb the slopes my friend
It must be time, be time, it must be time
It must be time, be time, it must be time.

So, touch the wall, it's time to start again
Turn your eyes and conjure up a wind
Til you can see the winding road ahead
Til you can see a palace on a hill somewhere
It must be time to dream your dreams afresh
It must be time, be time, it must be time
It must be time, be time, it must be time.

All repeats again

7:30 pm Monday 1st of March 1993

Static 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.

Static r3

Peter Grimbeek