Play dead (Bjork cover)

FEAR is the quintessence of modern life anxiety. The slice of time in which we exist. How much inner freedom can we allow ourselves? What do we want to run from, and what are we ready to tolerate? Will we be able to remain ourselves, despite all the difficulties? This song was born from such questions, becoming an attempt to create an “injection” from inner instability. Immerse yourself in the music and stop the flow of painful thoughts for a while.

Fear

19 - Where'd You Go (Pryde Remix)

Imagination Over Intelligence

"where the days are all night"

produced by el-p
additional guitar by matt sweeney
additional keys by nick hook
mixed by joey raia
mastered by joe laporta

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Thanks to the late Manuel Alvarez Bravo for creating the cover art photo “Fireworks for the Infant Jesus”, 1990 (Castillo en el barrio del Niño), by Manuel Álvarez Bravo (c) Copyright 1990 Archivo Manuel Álvarez Bravo, S.C.


fuck that bright shit
the spot or the flashlights 
we in la ducking both 
in the shadows with lead pipes 
the days are all night

see if i pay edison
no medicine
these blues ain’t more better when
my fever rise in the jungle 
as quick as the price spikes
the days are all night

my future snapped like a rubber band
off my fold on a hand to hand
he drew from his waist
i put two in his roof
and i can still hear his screams 
all night 

now they ride their portfolios 
like rodeos
rise every time my cherry glows
on the end of my cig as 
the smoke blows through the bars
and the co’s laugh fades
as he strolls away 
says i gotta pay 
off that roll away 
or its fuck your visitation days
and i pop off so in solitaire 
i dream of offing these fred astaires 
and the skin off my fingers tear 
we digging for windows here 
where the days are all night 

this city’s a trap my partner
under the lights of they choppers
bodies tools for they coffers
not worth the cost of our coffins
i stare at a future so toxic
no trust in the dust of a promise
won’t mark the name on a ballot
so they can be free to devour our options 
and just like you I’m a target
ill defined by the guap in my pocket
but the stage make figures 
as quick as it off em 
what marley  and pac get? 
i put these caps in capitals 
leave minds blazed in they capitols 
i step with a fury so actual fact 
that my offense could be capital 

we digging for windows here


digging for windows (single)

digging for windows

When it comes to the daunting question of reopening schools, America’s educators deserve a plan, not a trap.

In Defense of Our Teachers by Dave Grohl

Lyrically Dogma is about my distaste for dogmata. I support open-mindedness and anyone who prefers to ask questions rather than mindlessly assume what was said, documented, or even seen is wholly true. To truly progress, you have to test the roads paved for you in the past and make sure they are adequate medians to traverse upon. 

Musically it was another song I enjoyed working on. I mixed in ambiance and an up-beat dubstep feel, and sometimes chill and sometimes excited vocals. 

Lyrics

We will all lose it
We don't know we use it
Give it up refuse it
It has no more uses

I don't know what you want from me
Could you have waited longer
To tear down what I'm establishing
I don't have what it takes to fight you

Could you be more menacing 
Strip away individuality
All thats left remaining 
Is this breathing corpse 
This empty sheet

I don't know 
What it is you want from me
Does it always have to be about you
Do you have to ruin it all the time
I don't know
What it is you want from me
Does it always have to be about you
Do you have to ruin it all the time
I don't know

You've become useless 
I am done with you
Even though you cared 
You were wrong
And I have no sympathy 
For you at all
I may think radically 
It doesn't mean that I am wrong

You've been played out
You hold us back
You're a lost cause
You're a lost cause
You've convinced us 
That we all need you
We don't need you
What we should do 
Is think for ourselves
Just let us think for ourselves

Aren't you dead 
How can you linger
It seems you've reached beyond your bounds
But this is ours 
Let us take control
You aren't needed anymore
You weren't needed from the start

What it is you want from me
Does it always have to be about you
Do you have to ruin it all the time
I don't know
What it is you want from me
Does it always have to be about you
Do you have to ruin it all the time
I don't know

I don't know

Dogma

Leachee – pink maggit (deftones cover)

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Soaring Man is a musical project which performs a mixture of electronic and alternative music.

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