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Dead leaves are picked up with a shovel, said the poet
Cover photo: Alain de Maximy©
Backing track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8G69mcUms8A

October Song

Project_57

Doesn't Matter

Dart

Ministry of Love

[lyrics]
im getting way higher than a celing 
i feel like lil wayne bitch its no celings 
i got diamonds on my face so i cant feel shit 
she gave me all her charka so that i heal quick 
ion fuck wit lame niggas, that i cant deal wit 

WE GET HYPE ON YOU NIGGAS 
WE AINT TYPING WIT NIGGAS 
THEY'LL BOOK A PLANE THEY'LL TAKE A FLIGHT 
YEAH JUST TO DIE ALL YALL NIGGAS 


this shit was supposed to drop on 4/20 
i was high as fuck now its droppin onna monday 
get the fuck up out my face, all i want is feng shui 
hit em with that bernie mac, aint shit funny 
i been smokin since dawn
imma smoke up in the morning 
WAKE UP ON ME, you can sleep up in the morning 

dont say good morning to me, say grand rising. Good morning means prepare to mourn 

hopes and dreams 
to me it seems 
its always white hands in between 
they cant see me 
john cena lean 
if we put our hands together we can make the dream



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Phantom Phoenix

Waste My Time

With Ian Collins  and Duncan Butler. Also listen to Ians great music: @ian-211!

This is a release that I am very happy with! It was the result a real fruitful collaboration with the great Ian Collins (UK), who did the production, percussion and additional vocals and instruments and Duncan Butler (brass section). This is the story about a girl who stopped living her dreams because they are too big. The song has a soft, acoustic start, then more and more instruments and vocals are added. The brass band part, which adds a bit of irony to this sad story, sets the final.
Also listen to Ian's songs: https://soundcloud.com/ian-211

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Marianne told me her dreams were so high
That she couldn't reach them, so she never tried
She carries her necklace painfully tight
Now most of her dreams have disappeared through the hole in the sky

People in motion still wonder why
They're slipping and sliding though the road, it is dry
They've got no permission to open their minds
Got no permission to see through the hole in the sky

Using your heroes as a substitute for all that you'll never be
Mistaking amusement for attitude
Meanwhile, it's sad but you must carry on while the chance has gone

Some keep trying to force you in ordinary ways
They find it confusing if things get out of place
Maybe it's natural, maybe it's right
But I'll take a night walk and search for a hole in the sky

It's sad but you must carry on while the chance has gone

Marianne told me her thoughts were so sad
That even on bright days her pillow was wet
So she finished thinking
And counts the leaves on her curtains from the bed
Dismissing your dreams, well it might leave a hole in your head

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Sam Paling

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