This is good really good mine if i could use this for a upcoming edit? 

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cowbell v1 70 bpm

hard af in afrika one last time

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Video edit from the homie! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k6yTcdbE6E

I Aint No Damn Teacher

Why It Rain On Sunday

~ written poem below ~
This is like a sequel to the 'the poem that went to voicemail' song. Hoping to make more tracks like this in the future, but more sung stuff to come soon. <3 Thanks for listening. <3

So many thanks to https://soundcloud.com/kendallmilesmusic for letting me use this beat! <33
Original track: https://soundcloud.com/kendallmilesmusic/flight-of-the-dreamer-2

:: the poem ::
i am the gaping stomach
of the valley in the same way 
the earth needs depth. 
we all hunger for life, 
like the oil that drips through 
our skin, building til it finds
the earth again. what if there 
is no separation in this world
except consciousness?
the distance that pulls us
is the pause after we speak,
the fingernails we place
on each word. 

i wish i
knew as deep as i feel.
matter and spirit vibrate so
quickly, its motion seems
nonexistent— yet it
finds our most familiar bonds
like hydrogen, though we ache
til we bite into the things 
we crave most, seeking 
full lungs so we no longer
need breath. still, we all
gape somehow; 
in hunger, 
in awe,
in faith.

maybe I crave a God because 
i don’t know how to heal myself
have you ever spoken to a room
and expect the space
to say something back?
if He is listening, his presence 
must move so quickly,
I feel nothing but my own flesh.
if i could feel atoms like
words, the universe would
be a poem that makes sense.

:: story behind the track ::
Before I fell asleep one night, I looked at the lights in my room (a string of white orbs like in the song cover). I had been extremely alone; my family and friends were all long distance, and I had no confidence to open up to new people. I considered God. I thought, "If I could stop existing for a minute, like how the glow of lights can, that'd be the perfect way to practice any religion." Life is an endless forward motion-- incredibly exhausting. I wish I could make it stop, but not permanently; just enough to see time and space in a new way. What I truly want: to see beyond myself. I often feel trapped by the thickness of the body and our physical world. I suspect theres something beyond that, but I'll never know. I'll always be in doubt. I love philosophy because I look for intricate, intellectual theories of how spirituality is constructed. Seeking that is my true life pursuit. Anyway-- with my fixation on these lights and these thoughts in mind, I impulsively took this photo. I actually had already written the lyrics, but I had been wrestling with similar issues while writing the poem; the picture and track made sense together.

If this track has struck any important thoughts with you, and if you feel generous enough to share them, feel free to email me at paperlattepoet@gmail.com. <3

Why It Rain On Sunday

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