Normal Everyday

MERRY GOES THE MERRY
OF THE GO ROUND
AND LET IT
NO OPPOSITION
THAT'S OPPOSITE
THE THINGS THAT FIT
AND ALWAYS BE
AS LONG IT
FIT S IN
AND DOESN'T DISAGREE
TO OTHER OUTLOOKS
CAUSE OTHERWISE
IT TRANSPIRES
IT SET S A FIRE
INDEFINTITE
TO TRY TO MAKE THINGS BETTER
HEAVY WEIGHTED LETTERS
KEEP THOSE DOORS CLOSED
SO THE PROCESS IS BROKEN
AS OPPOSED TO
SAYING
HEY 
YES MATE
WE'RE OPEN
HOPING TO BE
PROMOTING MORE
ELOPING WITH THE FORM
MAKING NEW THINGS
BUT WE CAN'T
CAUSE THE DOORS STILL SHUT
WRITING MORE
JUST KEEPS IT MORE FUCKED
SO I'D RATHER TAKE THE TIME
AND JUST TALK TOO MUCH
IN THE HOPE THAT WE FIND
COMMON GROUND
THAT WE DEFINE
NOT HARD TO FIND LIKE MARS
IN THE BILLIONS OF STARS
AT LARGE
JUST A LITTLE AREA
THAT'S LESS GREY
THAN VISTORS
INQUISITIVE
WITH SINSTER
LIMIT THE ADMINSTERED
SERMON
I'M DESERVING
A CHANCE LIKE 
I'M FINISHED
BUT NEED SECONDS


I WISH I  SAID IT
AND SPREAD IT
LIKE CENTRE PAGE
GETTING IT ALL IN
LIKE MAKING 
THE MOST OF SUNNY DAYS
WITH NO NEED
TO EXPLAIN
HOW THE BRAIN WORKS
SIMPLY
I WROTE IT
IN BIRO SUPPORTED
A STRUCTURE 
AN ORDER OF WORDS
LIKE VERTABRAE
IN NECKS OF GIRAFFES
 ALL IN A VERSE
AT WORSE
MAYBE EVEN PARAGRAPHS
WHEN I'M CARRIED AWAY
THAT'S WHY I'D JUST
 RATHER SAY
THAN RECITE
WHAT I WRITE
ON  A MIC
AND IGNITE A BEAT
PLEASE DELETE
WHAT YA HEARD  BEFORE
CAUSE TODAY
I'M SERVING MORE
GOT MY ROLLER SKATES
I'M OUT THE DOOR
I'M OUTTA FORM
NOT OUT TO PERFOM
JUST GETTING OUT OF A BOX
AND YES
OUT OF THE NORM
TAKIKNG TIME 
JUST TO STRETCH
SO I DON'T PULL
ANYTHING THAT'S NEEDED
WHEN I GET BACK
I FIND IT IN A SAMPLE
LOOP IT UP
AND MAKE A BEAT
LOOSENS UP MY MIND
BEEN TOO LONG
I NEED SLEEP

Seconds To Go

Twisting and reeling
Chasing a feeling
Your pure beauty calls me
Faceless and ghostly
.
Try to reach my hand to you
You drift away just as I do
Falling like a shooting star
I always wonder who you are
.
Feels like I’m dreaming
Time has no meaning
Are you reaching for me?
You spin away so quickly

Doves

“Rest”

Nana
We care
That’s why we’re here
Please don’t fear
We all love you
And won’t go anywhere

(Oh don’t you fret, my dear,
Remember, it’s your family;
They’ve come from far away
But see how now they’re here)

Rest
Down right here
In your chair
And won’t you share
A memory
From all of your years

(Oh lean back, rest, my dear,
Your heart is beating rapidly;
You need not rise
All your family draws near)

When I was a child
I’d raise my arms
And my mother would dress me
In gowns
Of crimson and violet flowers

Now
We are near
Don’t despair
I’ll brush your hair
Til sleep’s dim eyes
Do bear you away

When I was a child
I saw reflected
Through a glass
A face like mine
But dimly radiant
Divine
Now I see it
Nearly defined

---
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

Rest

Murdermind (Produced by Ace Ha)

W/ special guest https://soundcloud.com/jh0st  - Vocals , Saxophone and Keyboards

Lyrics 
The Myth



On the heels of the southern cadence...



You can howl to the blackened moon

leave the fallow runes

The myth you already knew



Bow to the scorching sun

swallow the earth..



Hide in the gentle arms asleep at dawn

The myth you already knew



Gentle myth come infect my marrow

Let me marry the beasts with antlers

Calling forth twin stories of sisters

lost in the war between brothers



Howl to the myth you know

Swallow the words whole

..Spice trade and servants

Humanity's subservience



…Blood of purple tunics

Gift of false prophets

Andrea Lucchese - Drums
Nuno Tavares - Guitar & Bass



Produced by Nuno Tavares

Drums recorded at Punto Musica (Sesto) , San Giovanni , Milan , Italy
Guitars & bass recorded at #79 , Taunton , Somerset , UK
Mixed and mastered by Nuno Tavares at #79 , Taunton , Somerset , UK

Cloud Walker

Gryflet - The Myth w/jh0st

Expectations

Tribe Vibes_02

Regio Kei’s Experimental Project ’2022’

2022

In Distant Dream

https://youtu.be/iIACXpxnAoA

https://youtu.be/JGL0K0olgWs

Good Luck to everyone in a difficult situation!

The Sun Also Rises

The Seventh Line



Long distance rummaging rapper type of fella, who needed beats so decided to try and make his own from the nefarious world of bargain vinylment. Lost track of time and realised he'd forgotten to write the words he was creating to support. Now on a mission without the time he can never find, he jigsaws verse and beats at glacial speed for fun often miss-laying the final piece- but happy in the knowledge there's fullfilment in the incomplete.

If your hearing things and wishing it was an instrumental, drop a line and i'll try to get it sorted folks.

Thanks!
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Toolage : Mpc 1000, 2500, 1210's, Microphones,Vinyl addiction,Pens, Paint, People, Computers, Freebie stickers, and other bits of shizz i'll include as they get used. 

Seconds To Go

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