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Randy Haddock

2018.1.5

Years ago when I started writing songs, I only wrote them in Spanish. Then, along the way, I stopped and only wrote them in English. It's been years since I've written a song in my native tongue so I'm pretty excited about this song. It's called "La mórbida luz." I really hope you dig it, even if you don't speak Spanish.

La mórbida luz (no trumpet version)

"É Preciso Perdoar" was written by Alcivando Luz and Carlos Coqueijo. João Gilberto recorded it and released it on his 1973 self-titled album known as the "white album" (he has another self-titled album from 1961).

I'm pretty sure he was the first one to record this song. I'm not sure if Alcivando and Coqueijo wrote it specifically for him. It is one of my favorite Gilberto recordings, and that's saying a lot.

This here is my homemade attempt at playing this beautiful number. I hope you dig it.

É Preciso Perdoar

Fire, fire
underneath the deck.
Run fast.
Water, water
boards the sinking ship.
Swim out into the end.

I'll stay by your side
looking for the tide that 
brings us back,
or a flare to lead the night.

Waiting for a sound
louder than the howling
of an ever-slowing heart,
grabbing waves that hug the light.

The wreck,
hiding in plain sight, 
laid to rest,   
with a crashing fist of surge and regret, 
the undetermined emptiness 
of fate,
leaving cracks that trap the way
in its feebleness. 

We’re cradled by the 
swaying of permanence,
by the comfort of known hands and dry land
where

you amaze me with those eyes
you awash me in the sand 
that
swallows me whole
in its feebleness. 

The Swaying of Permanence

Written by Len Chandler and Robert Kaufman.

Green, Green Rocky Road

Tiendo a pensar
que si te vas,
el mundo acaba.
Se apaga el portal.

La oscuridad, 
en su analgésica ambición 
de arrebozar,
me hace mal. 
Me taladra la caricia
de tu vacilante huella.
Responde la espuma agitada
con su deslice atrás
para luego regresar.
 
En el crepúsculo del vientre
el cuervo se come
el folio arrugado 
de carne manchada
por tinta hervida en el 
fogón de la veracidad,
por aire contaminado
que nos revienta aún más
hacia la inseguridad,
hasta la nubosidad.

Prefiero ignorar
a confrontar
el flujo aluvial
de la rota casa.

Se llena de sal
el pozo de agua.
Ruge la seca garganta
y escupe una carta
arropada en el tapado sol.


Written by Randy Haddock.

Vacilante Huella

Drug

Our debut album ‘Warm On A Cold Night’ is out now:
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This is 'Coastal Love', taken from our debut album 'Warm On A Cold Night' - out now on Tatemae Recordings.

Watch the official video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb7Cf9CfP90

Written, performed and produced by HONNE.
Additional programming and mixing by Richard Wilkinson.
Guest vocals by Wilsen.

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I don't know how it feels
Cause I don't live in your part of the world
I know it's not ideal 
Oh but nothing is forever my girl

See I'm a dreamer
Oh for love it is all in the name
I'm a believer
You may be far away, but you're thinking the same

I close my eyes and I picture us together
I hope you know
That I'll be waiting here for you my love
On this New York City coast
I close my eyes and I picture us together
I hope you know
That I'll be waiting here for you my love
On this New York City coast

Cause you're the real deal
You're worth every bit as much as you know
Delivered, signed and sealed
I will get there girl albeit it slow

And I'm a dreamer
Yeah for love it is all in the name
I'm a believer
You may be far away, but we're thinking the same

I close my eyes and I picture us together
I hope you know
That I'll be waiting here for you my love
On this New York City coast
I close my eyes and I picture us together
I hope you know
That I'll be waiting here for you my love
On this New York City coast

I'll be waiting here for you

Oh and it might take all night
But we're only one flight
Away from each other
I'm coming for you, hold on tight

I close my eyes and I picture us together
I hope you know
That I'll be waiting here for you my love
On this New York City coast
I close my eyes and I picture us together
I hope that you know
That I'll be waiting here for you my love
On this New York City coast

I'll be waiting here for you

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Coastal Love

Howls,
night after night,
collide with the screams
of a torn fabric
left on the ground.

A map,
smeared on his face,
divides the crooked
byway.

Sighs,
between the sundowns,
confine the
unbounded clock.

The moon,
inhaling the peach,
penetrates the 
fatness of veins.

Into the earthy tones
of madness, 
the absence of light
breaks the hold of 
the hope
that stains the bleeding,
the speeding of hours. 

The mouth,
barrenly dry,
resigns from the flames
of the worn panic
lost in his sound. 

© 2015 Randy Haddock

The Worn Panic

Esa manigüera,
roja y coja,
moja la árida jarra.

Ya no la veo más.
El dulce aroma la amarra.
Del triste cúmulo
viene el diluvio de ratas.

Haré lo que pueda
para cortar
la boca que engaña.
Pero el jarabe,
en la ausencia de lo racional,
hala.

Se va hacia al fondo,
digerida en el pozo
del virus famélico.
La floración carga
la cicatriz de ella
envuelta en putrefacción.
Muerde la fugacidad.  

© 2015 Randy Haddock

Planta de Jarra

Good Boy EP

Good Boy

Te vi entre tus odios
 para descifrar y excavar, sin perder,
pues un fósil, contra rocas en tierra,
revela la línea total. 

Le di al lienzo sucio
un poquito de azul deslizando un prado
marfil manso que, versus el pincel furioso,
cancela la nube mortal.

En la odisea, vía el son
de La Parguera,
surge una tez luminosa
que nos aguanta.

Es obvio que la esperanza
se derrite al quemar mapas en el bosque
que me aísla y, sin el tono afinado,
demuela la torre troncal.

Y estamos esperando
por un esquema perfecto empapado en el
criterio ajeno que, durante el trance abreviado,
nivela la tierra noval.  

© 2015 Randy Haddock

Tez Luminosa

Written & produced by PREP
Horns arranged by @Palm2music
Mastered by Stuart Hawkes at Metropolis, London
Artwork by Sam Coldy

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Futures

Cheapest Flight

Premiered by Complex Music ~ 
http://www.complex.com/music/2015/10/devon-baldwin-new-song-premiere-ocean

Produced by Christoph Andersson
Written by Devon Baldwin and Christoph Andersson

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Lyrics:

I was chained to the bottom
Dreaming of the horizon
Barely bruising the surface
Just a scream in the ocean

And when I felt it the most
It's cause you said it was so
Holding back while we both implode

And when the guns are all fired
All that remains is desire
No turning back once the lies unfold

Cause I have been through ocean
I have felt the rage running deep
But I'm lost in a true devotion 
To the things you do to me

Beneath the weight on my shoulders
Every vein running colder
In this love we keep falling
Never lost never closer

How soon we seem to forget
Everything that we regret
Throw our arms to defend the change

A bittersweet tragedy
Disguised in love’s gravity
It's just the insanity I crave

Cause I have been through ocean
I have felt the rage running deep
But I'm lost in a true devotion 
To the things you do to me

I know that sometimes the darkness
Makes you grow restless
But this is nothing new

Your tide can be so relentless
It leaves me defenseless
It brings me back to you

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Ocean

Written & Produced by PREP
Backing Vocals by @sabellamusicofficial & @chiarahunter
Mastered by Stuart Hawkes at Metropolis, London
Artwork by Sam Coldy
Translation by Hirotomo Tanaka and Keiichi Toyama

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Sunburnt Through The Glass

The cloud, ruptured by rage,
spills from his mouth,
a sprout of prate.

By the fountain at night
he cools the lightning
boiling growls in the knuckles of blades

and a wind under the ground
tweedles
ah, ah, ah!

She digs deep into his grief
to clear the deadly disease
stuck to the breast of tomorrow's bottles.

Hurry, hurry, don’t miss your canteen,
it rolls down the mountain
with the avalanche dancing with the defeat

of the naked, icy climber
burned by bubbles
digging screams in the chuckles of graves.


© 2015 Randy Haddock

Knuckles of Blades

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Future Being

Free Download

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i call you names inside my head
but i tell you it’s okay
and when i meet you in that place we know 
i lose everything i should say 

give me a window seat i know the glass can keep me safe
you missed your window when you promised you would change 
give me a window seat and i’ll watch you as i drive away 
i want to see your face when you beg for me to stay
 
boy you got me paralysed from the waist up
got so much to say but it’s better to run 
coz all the words wouldn’t be enough
you always liked to speak for both of us

i carved your name beside my bed 
because i don’t like it when you are far
but how can you make this all about yourself 
when you’re so comfortable where you are  

gave you a window seat i knew the glass would keep you safe
i missed my window when i promised i would change 
gave you a window seat and i’ll watch you as you drive away 
tell me you’ll face me when i beg for you to stay 


Thomston x Wafia // Window Seat

Don't You Take It Too Bad

Insensatez

Write Me a Few of Your Lines

Hi. My name is Randy Haddock. These are some of my demos. I hope you like them.

Email: ranhaddock@gmail.com