A blend of some Hearin Aid & Lucia Bose for your pleasure. 

Comb vs Lucia Bose - dime quien eres desconocido vecino EDIT

Egot´s Strukturfall. Unreleased Magic for all tomorrows parties

Comb - Get Over Yourself

Everything is poetry to me - My rain is dry until it divides and collides with the tears of a broken soul´s eyes

Everything is poetry to me - I was taking a stroll on exploding highways covered in golden ghosts saying - Take me to die!

Everything is poetry to me - I´ve seen you out on the fields, collecting people in suitable shields,
totally wired in disposable words, slowly whispering it heals
Does that mean I will make it to?

Everything is poetry to me - I never got to ride but I´m dangling, swingin´ and singin´ in circles in oaktrees covered in black roses personafying the physics of beautiful wishful thinking, in the blink of an eye I´m falling deeper and wider. I´m a writer and I´m proud to say I´ve lost my pride. Just give me your lighter and let me close my eyes by your side.

Everything is poetry to me - Say, wheres my cape? I minimalise the agony size, animalise and sympathise with energizing surroundings on horisons on arise. Then I´m flying slowly aligned with creatures being chrystaline and wise enough to recognize any beauty in desquise.

Everything is poetry to me - I passed out on a dancefloor and wrote myself a ride home on a rhinoceros being prosperous. Then I woke up in the bathroom in a cocoon next to my groom. I presume I was giggling while she laughed and pulled the trigger on the roaming buffalo hitchhiker, slightly much bigger.

Everything is poetry to me - I give it to you, while you categorise and put it inside of a box and call it music, cause otherwise it might metamorphosise into something else. I dare you to take a risk on a thing you can´t place on a shelf (:

Everything is poetry to me - Life is quite easy. 7 billion minds to blow and only one to grow. My artillery superceeds all materialistic needs. Take a breather and run for the hills, I´m about to wake up your leader. It´s primetime for all of you outoftheblue´s with a birds eye view. I know you´re tired of waiting for endless sessions of debating.

So when everything is poetry to YOU - you´re traveling vocals. Meet me at the crossroads and I´ll know you as a local/ Prosperous oct 10th  2014

Everything Is Poetry To Me

A song about two cats in therapy:
You don´t see
Cats in therapy 
Need some clairity
So you might just have to let them be

- Where should I start, well they always come around when I´m chasing rats
They blow my cover and come close to stroke my body
I just wanna whip them with my tail and use my claws
But they´d start to chase me and tell people I´ve got flaws
I think that I remind them of a sense of independence
because they´re so controlled by common sense and evidence
I wanna be left alone to my own adventures and smells
So I´m guessing the conclusion´s that I don´t feel well

You don´t see
Cats in therapy 
need some clairity
so you might just have to let them be

I´m one of those cats that make you smile
making you go home with a cup of tea and change your style
All of your friends complain and say - Just stay a while?
But then you feel like they just wanna place you in a file
I tell them to jump, they don´t say how high, or catch
I made you a perfect match, I call it itchy scratch
I wanna be trading places and take care about serious cases
You say I´m part of the wrong race, I keep on scrathing faces
I´m a creature of the night, I delete all rats in sight
I defeat you in the light. Could I take over? I might..
Think I´m cute?
Meeoo o o w

You don´t see
Cats in therapy 
need some clairity
so you might just have to let them be

Cat People

True story about a beggar who froze to death outside of a church on new years eve 1717 in Karlskrona, Sweden.

It´s new years eve 1717 and I´ve been out begging for money all day. I gave it all i had. Mercy mercy. Cold winter. I´ve met a lot of interesting people. People with money and a lasting shelter. People who laugh and somehow always come up with the right things to say. Socially equiped. Capable of helping out whenever one of their companions slipped.I´ve been to alot of bars tonight. Been given alot of different things to drink. My vision is becoming blurry, but I´m greatful, compassionate, hungry for more. This might be a night that will last forever. I accidently dropped my hat in front of a captain as i was gently bowing to say thanks for showing such love and understanding. He thought it was curious and funny and said to me - Hey if you wanna get thanks from this guy, you better make sure to lift his hat! I thought to myself, Well thats an hilarious jingle I could use on my next stop, wich was the house where Mr Kolbe lived. I gave it chance and said it..He did´nt like it at all and punched me in the face and threw me out in the cold snow. What I did´nt know was that he really felt bad about it and went out to look for me. But I was hiding in peace next to the church, deeply frosen, heavily drunk and afraid..alone..alone.. alone.
They found me frozen to death the very day after..They raised a statue in my name and now I´m forever..thank you chruch, thank you Kolbe. I´m not alone anymore, might be back someday.

Last Night Of Rosenbom

I must be close, look at the size of your ego as it falls
People open cause of the wise overdose when they crawl
X-Large only cover the shown part of your mirage
stand in cue as I´m rearranging emcees in my garage
Minds told me to neveremind about implosive cold
Lying Einstein posse´s can´t tame an old soul
You rationalise and assimilate, while I explode
I truly give a fuck about generations being sold
Amma lift you up and shake you around until it all disintegrates
sit you down, look you straight in the eyes until you break
into particlesss, ironicly way illogical and bogus
Totally crush until you blush and start to laugh
realising your phony act´s a half in a rush
I make you feel ease, knowing it´s part of a mental striptease
the key is in the brain, where you´re free to be insane
Gateways to hell opens rapidly for the blind
Trust your instinct and smell, rooted like bottoms of a well
fantasise and taste in harmony with those unlaced
falcon eyed, untied, riding along where the roads are wide
when people die, they divide themself in views from all sides

Cerebral striptease 
just take it off and make you feel ease
Mental striptease
your turning soft, blow with the breeze

Welcome to my circus, I´m juggling with planets
and the milkyway, dancing in a galaxy from far away
having a romance with a marsian writer in a trance
Who´s in command, I´m leaving you knowing, not a poser in brands
I believe in what we saw, why do you have to re-write your life?
knowing my outcome is raw, you´re all invited to my cypher
Leading heifers, swallowing likes and violators of mics
This must be the place, with billions of gods in a ratrace
I look at your face, knowing you´re afraid of a wild goose chase
suspended in time, climbing the web of unkind rhymes
You´re cheating love, over and over, wild wearing sorrow
Disconnect the illusion of self, there is no tomorrow
but an endless take of now, swimming in ongoing wows
Whats your style, I´m unresistable, the cry that makes you smile
My sunshine is making all robots consider suicide
Dematerialised, uncapable of controlling abstract
creations out of a free mind that bounce right of the track
Glitters and gold, diamonds and shiny lies
while the spiritual dies and destroys your childrens eyes
Animalistic truth flies in the dreams of the youth
cannibalistic whispers in tornados is fucking sooth
Invisible to the audience in fear following leaders
so i put my trust in faith, while you bleed as a maneater

Cerebral striptease 
just take it off and make you feel ease
Mental striptease
your turning soft, blow with the breeze

Universal Striptease

Bichael Molton - Harry Palms

I must be close, look at the size of your ego as it falls
People open cause of the wise overdose when they crawl
X-Large only cover the shown part of your mirage
Stand in cue as I´m rearranging emcees in my garage
Minds told me to neveremind about implosive cold
Lying Einstein posse´s can´t tame an old soul
You rationalise and assimilate, while I explode
I truly give a fuck about generations being sold
Amma lift you up and shake you around util it all disintegrates
Sit you down, look you straight in the eyes until you break
into particles, ironicly way illogical and bogus
Totally crush until you blush and start to laugh
realising your phony act´s a half in a rush
I make you feel ease, knowing it´s part of a mental striptease
the key is in the brain, where you´re free to Be insane
Gateways to hell opens rapidly for the blind
Trust your instinct and smell, rooted like bottoms of a well
Fantasise and taste in harmony with those unlaced
Falcon eyed, untied, riding along where the roads are wide
When people die they divide themself in views from all sides

Welcome to my circus, I´m juggling with planets
and the milkyway, dancing in a galaxy from far away
Having a romance with a martian writer in a trance
Who´s in command? I´m leaving you knowing, not a poser in brands
I believe in what we saw. why do you have to re-write your life
Knowing my outcome is raw, you´re all invited to my cypher
leading heifers, swallowing likes and violators of mics
This must be the place, with billions of gods in a ratrace
I look at your face, knowing you´re afraid of a wild goose chase
suspended in time, climbing the web of unkind rhymes
You´re cheating love over and over, wild wearing sorrow
Disconnect the illusion of self, there is no tomorroow
but an endless take of noow, swimming in ongoing wows
Whats your style, I´m unresistable, the cry that makes you smile
My sunshine is making all robots consider suicide
Dematerialised, uncapable of controlling abstract
creations out of a free mind that bounce right of the track
Glitters and gold, diamonds and shiny lies
while the spiritual dies and destroys your childrens eyes
Animalistic truth flies in the dreams of the youth
cannibalistic whispers in tornados is fucking sooth
Invisible to the audience in fear following leaders
so i put my trust in faith, while you bleed as a maneater


Universal Striptease (Wobble Version)

Place you on a train without a ticket to ride
Reconnect your brain until you loose all your pride
Surfin´on the sidewalks where the dreamers cried
Dancing to the rhythm of sparks where angels died

Bichael Molton - Ticket To Ride

I´m wearing crooked shoes 
I don´t listen to news
because the bluff keeps melting my brain
When the thunder strikes
and we got nothing to loose
I´m gonna burst, laughing out in the rain
So when you climb that hill of all the people you´ve killed
you better wait for the primal scream
It´s in the blood of your trail, in the lies you inhale
and it explodes in your wildest dreams

NEWS RASH
NEWS RASH
NEWS RASH
NEWS RASH

You´re talking all that jive, without a thing to oppose
as you crawl in the latest slang
Prefabricated to blow, leaking slippery bills
inside a myre of fried cheap thrills
Regurgitating the waste of all disposable clones
in a paradise drowning in filth
Putting circles in squares behind the bars and stripes
while the smell of decay controls your town

NEWS RASH
NEWS RASH
NEWS RASH
NEWS RASH



Bichael Molton - News Rash

Planet Jackfruit

Until the last one crawls
and jewelry rains from the sky where you fall
They built the houses too tall
Look how it sways, but the roots are too small
Growing towards insanity
in so many directions, disguised by humanity
A karaoke universe
regurgitating the obvious, portioned by masters
Reaching disasters
in glittering euforical, bubbling monstrousities
The pain come in myriads
but emotions are washable, and edible for dying gods
Explosions of no sense neverends
when the notion is senseless and in a rinse
We pulverise our legacy and call it wise
Control your eyes and locate the vacuum
it´s in the tension of your exo-personality
Unfold the lies that made you feel great, and make room
they never mentioned the effects of neutrality
2016 never happened.
Drones, clones and ringtones went back home
and made way for timeless exitements
Enlightments by offline revolutions
uncontrolled, fully flared pioneers
Dissecting vain violating trixters
and exchange the brains with rare textures
Never wallowing in lame, tamed lectures
until the last one falls to reverse

I said to destroy thi cure
in other words, the other worldly blur
Ooh oui prefer the blind imitating the blinder
the wide line grinder, underminer, designer
aligned with re-defined Einsteiners
Existing in rush to crush the pathfinders
It´s not a hologram
the universe of pandemonium promises
for you to wander, benieth the wild blue yonder
with a golden transponder,
leaving whimsical, abstract traces
that you can taste, only when the night falls
Iused to reach tall, but then i found the sideways
quite rapidly, it´s coming gradually
A combination breeding curious graphics
2016 never happened.
Drones, clones and ringtones went back home
and made way for timeless exitements
Enlightments by offline revolutions
Uncontrolled, fully flared pioneers
Dissecting vain violating trixters
and exchange the brains with rare textures
Never wallowing in lame, tamed lectures
until the last one falls to reverse

Chrystal Oak - Wild New Yonder

Comb - Liquid Transit Line

Comb - Cubao Nocturnal

Comb - Post Pleasure Galleon

Comb´s remix of this SCUZZY NOVA song ogiginally on: https://prosperous1.bandcamp.com/album/scuzzy-nova-the-further-mystery

Scuzzy Nova - The Further Mystery(Comb Gutter Punk Remix)

Prosperous joins hiphop/jazz producer Mike Probst from Gothenburg, creating a wide groovy space of sideways contemplation

Prosperous & Mike Probst - Cured Ghost

Writer/lyricist/composer. Slaughter of preconceptions. Started making music in early 90´s with PLANT OF TRAILS with DJ PORTER and the alias COMB. Formed extravagant rap duo ASSIMILATED SPECIES in 1999 with NADASDI. Dropped indie hip hop releases in masses during the first decade of this century, partly with CEREBRAL FOBIA CREW, through TE.RECORDS then IDEALrecordings, 247records. Co-creator of conceptual overseas vinyl collabs AMPHIBIAN SWAP/TROPICZONE SWAP. Joined BRIEFCASEROCKERS LTD IN 2008  with the group ORTHO ACUSTO, morphed into CHRYSTAL OAK in 2013, soloartist at the moment, singer in VON FNURRFTH etc..

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