Please help me to inspire Ade to reopen his line of Wesley Willis t-shirts. Mine wore out. I need a new one. Thanks Wesley so much for your pure and uninhibited authenticity. Thank goodness that you were around when you were and also thank goodness for the random people I sometimes meet who seem to embody a similar spirit to you. It was only last weekend I was lucky enough to meet an old lady, a 'cancerian' called Diana, who sang Doors songs with me at the market. Thank you, I understood and good luck. She understood the 'flake.' Back to this song, it's a true story and if I hadn't have made this, Ade's head might have exploded like when we was at Krakatoa in the famous picture. this kind of joke is warped innit. Will someone please design me a 'this kind of joke is warped t-shirt?' Ade, I'm looking at you but I know you're busy. I love my friend Ade and all my friends, it kills me so bad that life cut me off for so long and seems to be trying to perform a checkmate, but at least there is still the gag, the joke, even if it's warped. As long as there is even a trace of it, a remnant, that's enough to carry on. PS. I'm serious about trying to find the Canadian lady who wanted to buy a bulk order of Wesley Willis shirts for her shop. If this song ever found her, I would literally buy Ade the cable so he could access his old computer for the design, get a t-shirt press, and press them myself and this time take the details down correctly and ship em out. thank you. love greybagZ and the bugman. this is a song, a celebration of 'the gag', friendship, the flake and not giving a fuck.

This kind of joke is warped (in dedication to Wesley Willis)

Angel On The Line

Longer, Bluer Suns

20 6 29

Going along with the Premium Haze run I created this little track with a relaxed and vibey feel in mind.

#hiphop #rap #swag #swagger #jdilla #chill #beatmaker

Cruising the Esplanade

Two Steps

Time.

Senseless indiscriminate killing of civilians...Israel and Gaza 2023. Ukraine 2022. Sickening atrocities in Myanmar 2021. I wrote this song after Tianamen square 1989.  The dates change but we never change do we? Remembering all those who have suffered, or are suffering

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Written London 1989


In cold blood

Its hard to understand
Its harder to believe
The blood is on their hands
Its in the air we breathe
Among the bicycles
Lying twisted there
The tangled bodies
Left strewn across the square

Running with the face of fear
In cold blood
Our sons and our daughters
Cut down and taken from us
In cold blood
Can noone stop the slaughter?
For the love of god
They're killing them all
In cold blood

There was no warning
No mercy, no forgiveness
Just grey of morning 
And blood turned into mist
The rain will come again
And wash the stains away
It cannot heal the pain
Or wipe the memory

Running with the face of fear
In cold blood
Our sons and our daughters
Cut down and taken from us
In cold blood
Can noone stop the slaughter?
For the love of god
They're killing them all
In cold blood

In cold blood

Pedro Duarte improvised a piano part, Wilhelm Matthies added a mosesa part and mixed.

from the fields where we feel secure (Duarte: keyboard, Matthies: mosesa, mixing)

Life - Pierre Opperman

Last Minute

Jeremiah 9:24

'The flakeometer is out of range' playlist is the latest EP. 🥴 DIY alternative post-punk indie chaos from Croydon, South London, formed of Bugman on vocals, greybagz on guitar, Corporal Glain on synths, Bramble on bass and Bobby Sacamano on drums. ultimate one chip pony; Human Bean's aren't designed to flake for so long…

This kind of joke is warped (in dedication to Wesley Willis)

The Barcode Debacle