u.t. dread - a prayer to jah.mp3

Incoherent raving multicoloured on the walls
Cries for help that no-one hears above their own fall
Stained grey stones and broken bones, ignore every shout
Shuttered lives, sharpened knives, where’s the way out?

Seems like it’s there,
A nobody, in a place you don’t know.
But this is here,
A somebody, in the place you call home

Come on and show me
What you embody
Don’t say you’re sorry
If you always will be
Wake up! ...
… this is not a drill

Peeling paint, a silent taint, behind every door
Stumbling round in broken shells, can’t fight any more
Walking past, broken glass, the shards in my mind
Black marks from my boots upon the pavement left behind

Seems like it’s there,
A nobody, in a place you don’t know.
But this is here,
A somebody, in the place you call home

Come on and show me
What you embody
Don’t say you’re sorry
If you always will be
Wake up! ...
… this is not a drill

This Is Not A Drill

As Woody Guthrie once said, "Way over yonder in the minor key."

10 BOX FULL OF MEMORIES

Last Bird On The Wire

Lounge  #23

Okay, this is what I done for my school project. There was an option that I can add music, so I decided to create this type during my freshmen year of high school.

Diligence, Determination, and Dedication

Organelles

S-Zulu

A remarkable composer (on SoundCloud) and I were discussing the different aural colors of the notes.  In particular, he called my intention to D and E and their painterly aspects.  I find color/sound to be fascinating, so following his advice...I sat down to explore the different Ds and Es and their relationship to themselves and their playmates and this was the result.  A meta-funhouse ride through a changing dreamscape of colors and gradations.

Meditation On Color (Feat. D and E)

Rewind - Eleyan Di Palma

MMXXIIIIIIILT

A light hearted bluesy song about a guy going to a party and not remembering a thing afterwards.

Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party 

Invited to a party, last Saturday night
Got me all dressed up, I just-had to look right
Lot’s of pretty women walking about
Thought I did my best to not freak out

Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party 

Must‘ve had a drink or two, or maybe many more
My memory’s kind of fuzzy after walkin thru the door
Hope I wasn’t rude and craz to anybody there
Just hoping for a good time, but I guess I didn’t care
 
Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party 

Did I do the macarena, or strut the chicken dance
With the O Jays and Kool and the Gang, I just didn’t stand a chance
Could have been the beer, or maybe whisky shots
But I tell you one thing my friend, my head sure hurt lots

Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party 

Found a tattoo on my left butt cheek
Really kinda hurts but it sure looks sweet
Not asking any questions about that night
Cause people there all told me it wasn’t a pretty sight

Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party

Must Have Been Some Kind of Party

Must Have Been Some Kind Of Party

We're Marie, Andrew and Doug and we make up this Indie band based in and around London. We love writing and playing new songs and exploring different genres and ideas.

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