Better by Tre Carter

i just rest my head up in her lap
i've nowhere else to be today
nobody else want's me today
still i believe that you will save
my torn up heart from it's sorry fate
i still remenisce what we had
i been talking with demons girl
they taught me the secrets of a higher world
how to channel pain in attempts to save
my torn up soul from a sorry place
now i'm taking off the fucking mask
i've nothing left to see today
she doesn't even really fucking want to stay

so let's smoke
let's get so drunk
that we don't even know our homes
so let's go
i know i'm not the one
but i'll show u confidence
i hope
that we can see the sun again
it's been so dark in here
and i know
i'm not close to being safe
but i've trapped my heart in stone

i still got my head up in her lap
i've nowhere else to be today
nobody else want's me today
still i believe that you will save
my torn up heart from it's sorry fate
i still remenisce what we had
i been talking with demons girl
they taught me the secrets of a higher world
how to channel pain in attempts to save
my torn up soul from a sorry place
now i'm taking off the fucking mask
i've nothing left to see today
she doesn't even really fucking want to stay


i guess im thankful that im still not dead (Chill Sebs x Daniel Saint)

This song is supposed to reflect over how it feels to be misunderstood when talking of your own diagnosis. How it feels when someone just shakes their head and walks away. How it feels when someone refuses to understand or believe you. This is how i feel when i hear sentences like "It can't be that bad", or "Suck it up, work through it". This song is a fist to the face for all of those who refuses to understand.

a big thanks to the people who have helped me record and make this song.
Tributes to:
Kristian Herland
Thomas Systad 
Philip August Skalstad

Sickness

Sickness, Mix 1

Eating Variations
for Baritone Voice and Chamber Quintet (Baritone Voice,  Flute, B-flat Clarinet, Violin, Cello, Percussion)
Duration: 9' 
Text by Ron Singer
Performers: American Modern Ensemble; Robert Gardner, Baritone
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1109
Online Perusal Score: https://issuu.com/robertpaterson/docs/eating_variations-fs-bound_perusal
For More Information: https://robertpaterson.com/eating-variations

PROGRAM NOTES
Eating Variations is based on a series of witty poems with the same title by Ron Singer. The work as a whole is essentially a satire on food faddism and depicts different aspects of eating. The way I chose to set these poems is light-hearted, perhaps lighter in spirit than Singer originally intended, but with a serious, dark side.

The first movement, My Body, a Temple, incorporates the sounds of Tibetan Singing Bowls (also called Temple Bowls or Cup Gongs) and is loosely, harmonically inspired by Khöömei, or Tuvan Throat Singing and David Hykes’s Harmonic Choir recordings; both of whom use a style in which the singer produces overtones on top of the fundamental notes. Perhaps mercifully, I do not require the baritone to use this technique, but instead, use the flute to produce false overtones in a couple of spots.

In the second movement, The Hog, the instruments mimic pig sounds with scratchy, grunting noises from the violin and cello and clarinet multiphonics. A round-sounding whole-tone scale is used and there is a Polka-like accompaniment in the percussion.

The third movement, Even the Dyspeptic Must Eat, uses upward and downward runs in the bass clarinet to impart a roller coaster-like sense of Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease, a condition in which there is recurrent return of stomach contents back up the esophagus. This is reinforced with a slow, background groove in the drums.

The cello part in the fourth movement, The Dietary Moralist, is inspired by Dave Eggar, a cellist who can play his instrument like a guitar and sing at the same time. In this movement, I ask the cellist to play in a somewhat folksy style and sing out of tune back-up vocals—to me, reminiscent of a 1960s musical Hippie Sit-in. The main vocalist is backed by the well meaning but out of tune "band." To paraphrase an interesting email exchange with Singer, we agreed that in this context, the vocalist might represent a contemporary version of a certain species of 60's hippie—say, a particularly zealous fair trade coffee purveyor, and that this Malvolio type is singing along with a group of kindred spirits. This movement is not a literal portrayal of the text, which is quite serious in tone, and stretches the meaning more than the other movements. Perhaps my interpretation may instead be viewed more as commentary on the text.

In each passing decade, people are sure of their eating habits, and the carefree, assured, commercial America of the 1950s was no different. In the last movement, The Happy Medium, I envision a father-like doctor figure squarely explaining to a patient how to eat. The perky background music is meant to evoke a 1950s TV commercial, or perhaps a short, black and white educational grade school film.

Winter Songs

Eating Variations - V. The Happy Medium

Hook:

I was doing my shit, told you I was rapping,
you didn't believe I was getting money stacking, yuh,
now you sitting in the background looking stagnant,
in touch with my spirit, I ain't lacking, I'on wan hear it,
if that money cross my line one more time I'll bag it,
one on one I, I was on the road but I still had that basket,
I'm just tryn take off these shackles,
F.Y.I you are not in my bracket,
there's some weird days ahead so why are you asking?
fuck nigga you don't know my passion,

Verse:

To say crazy that ain't your status,
look around me damn, who i'm gon cherish,
rocket league, bitch, I'm on gold,
through the tunnels like I'm Harriet,
look at my soul, who gon carry it,
it's a load on its own,
imma leave that with a sentiment,
I'm sorry I'm sounding repetitive,
I could say that my minds at attention,
driving that brand new she think that I stole it,
heat up on me and I know this my moment,
she got the Fendi while I got Rick Owens,
take out the cash all the bank that I'm blowin,
confessions, they not a secret,
got comfortable on tempurpedics,
told my dogs I'm probably peacing,
in my head see all these dreams,
you could say I am a dreamer,
as cheesy as that seems,
and no I ain't no sleeper,
100 be my default,
feel like my name jack and this shit was my bean stalk,
watching how this shit grow,
magic in it no no no,
dirt on my name oh can't be so,
fireman, I'm pyro,
maniac, haven't been that in a while,
don't wanna be on your level right now, no child,

Hook: 

I was doing my shit, told you I was rapping,
you didn't believe I was getting money stacking, yuh,
now you sitting in the background looking stagnant,
in touch with my spirit, I ain't lacking, I'on wan hear it,
if that money cross my line one more time I'll bag it,
one on one I, I was on the road but I still had that basket,
I'm just tryn take off these shackles,
F.Y.I you are not in my bracket,
there's some weird days ahead so why are you asking?
fuck nigga you don't know my passion,

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From the beginning till the end, there will always be lessons to learn. Be willing to go thru each and every trial/tribulation, and learn/grow from it. #SCFIRST #unsigned #upcoming #new #TeeWill

Lessons To Learn

Had to get my pad out and send a few bars to the people about encounters with negative people and a few political points.

Lessons To Learn

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