Lonley, lonley I’ve been,
Since I fell, fell for the wind

You only, only begin,
to feel better, when you drinking

and it’s a long way down, when your love is found
and it’s a long way down, when your love is found

On the plane again, I wish I was going south
I’ll get better, when I’m drinking

It’s gonna rain again, and I know I should close my mouth
I’ll forget her, but I’m winking

and it’s a long way down, when your love is found
and it’s along way down, when your love ain’t around

Never gonna find, never gonna find another, never find another
Never gonna find, never gonna fa- ind

Never gonna catch, never catch another,  never catch another
Never gonna catch, never gonna ca- atch

The Wind...

The Wind

Grab your coat, and get your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep.
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Don't you hear the pitter pat and that happy tune is your step.
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street.

(Recorded in a staircase)


On The Sunny Side of the Street

...recorded on a bench, in flamingo park :)

Safe,
I don't feel it any more, this won't heal like before, we opened up the door
Faith, 
Is just a fight we cannot see, justifies the falling leaves from our family trees
Lies, Lies, Lies
Ain't it odd that God would let this fly, it's a fraud who thought that he could buy our lives
So no, I won't go, from my home
To die there alone, in the dirt, in the sand
Some foreign land, oh I hope you understand
I know better
Feel like you're blinding me
Everyone trusts TV
Now we know what to believe
You're writing your own defeat

I know better

G-Give give me something, something that I can use
You’ve got me walking in my running shoes

Just keep on talking, you think that I can’t chose
Between the Rock and your B-B-Baby blues

Maybe if I hold to something I think it’s healing baby if you don’t go throwing your claws around
Lately I’ve been told about the cold I find the feeling makes me warm inside, just got to get off the ground

I’m going out tonight, don’t bother with the light,
Something inside my throat, a drink I think will coat

I scream and shout and fight, you’re right you’re wrong, you’re right
feeling alive I wrote, I’ll sink and think I float

We got our battle scars, tattoos and dingy bars
We got our music scenes, rednecks and fairy queens

You know I like it here, and here’s the final fear
I’ve got them laced up tight, I’m gonna run tonight

Maybe if I hold to something I think it’s healing baby if you don’t go throwing your claws around
Lately I’ve been told about the cold I find the feeling makes me warm inside, just got to get off the ground

Shoes

Thinking back to the whacks that we used to take
Rolling joints to a point with a roach and shake
Sipping on Summer Ale in September sun
Jump in the back seat where we had some fun
Cruise out on the boat to the house of stilts
Kiss me underneath till the pasion wilts
Never will I find another crazy lady putting up wooden houses in Haiti
Closing up your eyes cause you drink too much
Open up your thighs cause you like my touch
I want to grow old on Brazilian beaches
Getting tan in the sand with your two ripe peaches

Back and forth through custom lines
Searching for my Argentine
Now I need another home to rest my complex corazon

Six-packs and a flask from a Scottish lake
Been a mess since the best chest game to date
Hit the map for a tap and a little loving
The bone I wrap for buns in ovens
Living by the ocean, going through the motions
Drinking with my head in a noose
Never known a better potion to let my liver soak in
No I bet I'm telling the truth
Holding all the good stories
Coke and all it's glories
Slipped up, Tripped up.... Tooth
Bust on the pavement, make another payment, running like Johns Wilks Booth, oof!

Back and forth through custom lines
Searching for my Argentine
Now I need another home to rest my complex corazon

Truer words never spoken, "Quick to be broken"
Change is a notion you should learn like lotion
On the hand that you're hoping to
Land the next open, girl that you're scoping
Pillows you be groping
Forever will I be insistent, that distance, is the crux of my existence
And whoever would be to wish this away this instant I'd give assistance
Never would I need to wish this away like wish lists and family business
Clever would I be to diss this and kiss the first fish thats close to British

Corazon

Too much distance, too much to digest
The things I think about you I invented in my head
And when there’s no resistance with you undressed
Everyone was leaving so I threw you on my bed
And I know I should forget it, I never should have said it 
A superficial fetish, I can’t seem to edit
I’m looking for a medic, a book I never read it, some people just don’t get it..

Ya know I left to get coffee you’re asleep in my bed
Things that you taught me from a book I never read
When I’m holding your body, I know you’re well bred
Kiss me in the morning and I’ll be misled

I’ve been letting my heart roam, still have yet to find a home
I feel it in my bones, no I’m not just stoned
Searched the catacombs, I found you now you’re gone, I want to get you on... the phone

But no,
Gotta let it go, Gotta let it go

But no,
Gotta let it go, Gotta let it go

I watched you through the kitchen as you biked away
Made up my decision and I let it stay with a
Heavy heart healthy men had tried to lift
Hardened by the booze, and hungry for a shift
Although the letter was confusing, I don’t want to use it
it’s better than I choosing, I’ll probably end up losing,  it’s crazy what I’m doing
Foolish at best - pictures I can’t shake, the rising of your chest..
The rising of your chest...

But no,
Gotta let it go, Gotta let it go

But no,
Gotta let it go, Gotta let it go

Book I Never Read

A Brenton Brown and Robby Hunter collaboration. Bam!

Peach Skies

Follow me down, Down to the river
Woman so proud, Proud when you give up
Let this little girl, bound to deceive her

Follow me down, Down to the river
Woman was so proud, Proud that I give up
Let this, it's found on Sunday, when I give up

Follow Me Down

A very rough iphone recording of the boys and I messing around with this bumpin jam by Musiq Soulchild. RC-50 looping + Funktastic Slickness. Accompanied by the Juan Solo Project, Jose "el tanko" & Patty Phat $taxx.

Just Friends (Musiq Soulchild cover)

Headed to Space last Saturday night
Whiskey to the face with a buddy of mine
Too tipsy to taste all the booze that I buy
Frisky on the floor and the sun is up high

Puffin on a P-Funk balcony
Looking at her tree trunk alchemy
Girl get what you need done I'll be free
If ever there's a rerun we won't need

To stay out late on a Saturday night
Get drunk, get laid, get into a fight
Girl you know I love you but it's hard to say
Everything above you will always be this way

You're going in, you better go all in

There's something I've been missing
Little woman I've been bitten in the best of ways, the best of ways

So stay out on a Saturday night
Take you to the 80s club you like
You won't need a powdery pickup line
If only I'll be good this time

Got a friend Joe says he doesn't know
Says he's got it all and yet he's ready to blow
Gone and leave it all for some dumb hoe
Does he have a winner? I don't know

Fear of a freedom I can understand
You got queens on the table and for you they land
Got to remind you to play your hand
Four of a kind, you better be a man and go all in

You're going in, you better go all in

There's something I've been missing
Little woman I've been bitten in the best of ways, the best of ways




BEST OF WAYS

This was recorded at The Stage, 12/2/11. The interviewing starts around 15:00 ... skip ahead for the good stuff :)
Songs: "Strange", "Corazon", "Feet", "Diplomat Son" (Vampire Weekend)

Sound Theory Live WDNA 88.9 - The Stage

The boys and I playing our usual set at the Barracuda Bar in Coconut Grove. Excellent commentary in the background- feels like you're right there listening. Go grab a pitcher..

SpottieOttieDopaliscious (Outkast Cover)

White house recording sessions. The boys and I messing around with a new tune. Skull Chalices. Enjoy.

EGO DEATH

She got one hand, on the wheel and one on the stick..
Manhattan, satin, perfect tits
 
Just ...like
no one ever notice
you're the white lotus
The redding to my Ottis... how

Do you rise, rise when your ego dies..
Don't you know you rise, rise when your ego dies..

Head band,  real deal, leather submit
Dollymop, Brit you into some rowdy shit

Brass band, high heel feather and whips
Fashion, forward finger tips

All these
Bible Belted Dancers
Looking for the answers
Who the hell gonna you save you now?

Hope the
Demons gonna leave us
But you just wait for Jesus
Why can't you just climb the fuck out? 

Yea, Yea you rise, rise when your ego dies..
Don't you know you rise, rise when your ego dies..

..... We're connected .... 
Every salmon that swims, every heart beat, art, tree, a leaf, 
Every Line and Limb..

Ego Death (Acoustic)

Just a little ditty I recorded while sitting outside in a thunderstorm. You can hear birds chirping and the rain coming down right on cue.

Lonely holiday

Sitting on a floating dock, in the Keys, post wedding gig- John Coughlin, Joe Fatora, Annie Gustafsson, Stephanie Riggs, Jason Carver, Cory Hunter, Brooke Rosen and I sing a drunken version of this Strokes classic.

Last Night (Strokes Cover)

Robby Hunter is a local Miami Music Maker and the Co-Founder of 84 Creative, Inc. Obsessed with food, jazz, and traveling. Recently returned from Buenos Aires, Uruguay and Haiti. 

Robby Hunter

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