Breathin mixd

Square Two

Funny Valentine

Produced,Engineered and Edited/Mixed by Me.  Recorded in a plastic corner of a barn with cheap mikes....and only a kick in and 1 knock-off 58 over the rack toms.......don't be tempted to turn it up too much in the beginning.....   LOL!

"Perfume" By Doomstone Otisfield Maine

Presented by Jenke Arts
Produced by Talen Ted http://www.soundclick.com/producedbytalented

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LYRICS:

I feel like a bomb is about to go off, 
like a volcano is about to erupt, straight up.
I feel like a charge is about to be started, 
like a flame is about to be sparked into a blaze. 
I feel like a wall is about to crumbled, 
like a faucet is about to be unplugged. 
Man, I feel like a stand is about to be took,
like a hammer is about be dropped from far up.
I feel like a wrist is about to be cut, 
like our situation's bout to be stuck, no joke.
I feel like a tower is about to toppled, 
like a town is about to be conquered, if we don't throw stones. 
I feel like our treaty is about to be crushed,
and then peace is about to be sought. 
Sisters and brothers gon have to have trust and give it up, 
cause our freedom is about be won, y'all.

I feel like the weight of the world is on us, Atlas,
but the pain's heaven-sent.
When you down in the well of the bottomless trench, give thanks for the vent.

I feel like a vent is about be opened, like some tension is about to broken,
like a window. I feel like a pencil is about to be sharpened,
like a message is about to be spoken, listen up, yo.
I feel like a subject is about to broached, 
like a bunch of heads about to be blown, Cobain. 
I feel like a nose that's about bumped, cocaine, 
like a muscle gon be tore and regrown. 
I feel like a switch is about thrown,
like the essence is about to be shown, can ya dig it?
I feel like a prisoner about to sprung,
like every member of the club gon be pouring the punch and drinking it.
I feel like the princes and the paupers gon' get on.
I feel like a hurricane coming, bring a big flood.
Zion over Babylon.
That's the type of odds you could bet on.


"Perfume" By Doomstone Otisfield Maine

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