HATIM LOUKILI Born in SAFI, DJ SLOB A.K.A MASTER O.S is a rising name in the House music scene. Musician since early, his track 'One Life' with ZACK is definitely his 1st track of 2012. Supported by artists such as NASSIM M, Dj MUSCULITOS, DJ MATOSA, DJHAMZA , etc... just to name a few, his original mix and remixes have secured DJ SLOB with a bright future on national dancefloors. 2011/2012 starts the good way, as he is producing remixes and mashups for Tristan Garner, Chuckie, Avicii & O.B... He performed live in Safi , Essaouira etc... Don't miss this promising talent.

June 6, 2005 has Safi. The sun did not leave him ever since and became a feature of his warm temperament. Bright and energetic young boy, his interest was first brought to the football. The choice was quickly called into question because he decided a little after, as a young boy his age, to follow the path of his groin. He then tried to make his football field and one day hope to have the renown of a great basketball player - ball. However, sport is proved not to be his vocation. He needed an area where ny and have no constraints are expressed only sensations. 
The effort was no longer provide physical but creative. He needed an area that married his personality. One area, which was none other than music. Many people who delight in the harmony of sounds, but few that hold a true gift. This is something that this young can have some feel the music more than others, to live or even to create, and he owned it from the top of his nineteen years.
 
It began modestly until it reaches a meteoric rise. On an evening with friends was Safi, a vigil in a disco in Essaouira - Casablanca - Marrakesh - Fes - Mohammadia. In a mediocre plate, has an honorable mixer, he learned all the skills and techniques be adopted by a David Vendetta. Today, this great pillar of the music the more frightening because it plans to raise its height when his age would allow. As an artist , he makes music that rocks the coolest clubs and yet sits proudly in the ears of his fans. He uniquely and boldly treads a tightrope most DJs wouldn’t dare to traverse too: the line between being an underground DJ and having huge crossover success.

AKA DJ SLOB, Hatim LOUKILI SAFI is from, he started this career at DJING in 2009, her own amateurism was developed using the PRO DJ'S. A year later, he meets the BLA'KMAMA FAMILY group that shares the same ideals that he and fought together in a collaborative group. Some time later, and indeed in 2010, DJ SLOB was invited by the association happy child and OCP GROUP at beach Souiria was the occasion of the feast of the throne. As an artist in general, DJ SLOB work carefully on his first album <TEMPO> in union with other Moroccan and international DJ's. 

In addition,DJ SLOB has succeeded a little sieve reach a wide audience on the city of Safi, its goal to send his own music to the ears of all Moroccan bitterly regrets that he can not live his music is spirited DJ SLOB to realize its own title <ONE LIFE> with Zack.

Everything I’m trying to do – in my DJing – is about sharing emotion. When I’m making music in the studio that’s all I’m looking for. It’s what matters the most.!”

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Thinkin of a master plan
'cause ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish
Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

S.P.E.C. Bio: 
Houston, Texas is home to many different genre's and styles of music. From Hip-Hop with legendary artists such as Paul Wall, UGK, Slim Thug and young artists such Kirko Bangs and DJ XO just to name a few. Even R&B with Beyoncé as its leader. However, there is one artist who is on the rise from the depths of all of those greatest, taking all of his life experiences and placing them into his music. That artist goes by the alias S.P.E.C or S.P.E.C.trum. He has no preference on either name you call him he states "just call me which ever name you like best, lol". 
 S.P.E.C. hails from the northside of Houston in a neighborhood called "SCENIC WOODS", "I actually grew up several blocks away from Slim Thug and his family". As a child S.P.E.C. loved to write compositions and stories expressing his imagination on paper and was a top tier student in all of his English classes. In 2003, that passion for writing stories would turn into writing actual song lyrics. "I used to write to only 3 albums which were, Nas' 'God Son', Jay-Z's 'Black Album', and Little Brother's 'The Minstrel Show' LP's. No instrumentals just wrote my own verses, hooks, bridges, etc over their beats and listen to their cadences to learn how to master the art of making a complete song". 
 After 5 years of writing development, in 2008, S.P.E.C. Graduated from Lamar High School and decided to pursue being an audio engineer at Full Sail University in Florida. Although he wanted to achieve this S.P.E.C. just didn't have the funds so instead he opted for a "less expensive" school and attended Houston Community College's audio engineering program. There he meet several engineers and producers, whom he still works with today, and started learning the arts of recording and mastered his own recordings. Fast forward 8 years later to 2016, with a lot of knowledge and mistakes he's learned from, S.P.E.C. Is finally ready to ascend in the music industry.
 S.P.E.C. Released an EP entitled "colOURS" in 2014 and is currently preparing his debut album "A Board Horizon", which is two years in the making and scheduled to be released in the spring of 2017. "It will be 10 records that myself and my producer(s) will create from scratch and be themed based with a few singles for radio. The entire LP will be shot as one cinema filmed like visual, he says" S.P.E.C. Also has a sexy banging single entitled "Body Language" Ft. Brian Angel (DAY 26) that is gaining buzz and slowly making its way to the charts. Even though S.P.E.C. has his plate full for 2016 and future years ahead, he wants to be able to share his food for thoughts a.k.a. music to the world with the intent of having a career filled with longevity!

MASTER OF DRUMS, DJ SLOB is a rising name in the House music scene. Musician since early, his track 'One Life' with ZACK is definitely his 1st track of 2012. Supported by artists such as DJ AYMOUNE, QUINTINO, NASSIM M, Dj MUSCULITOS, DJ MATOSA, DJ LESKA, GENAIRO NVILLA, ACH3X, and many more... just to name a few, his original mix and remixes have secured DJ SLOB with a bright future on national dancefloors. 2011/2012 starts the good way, as he is producing remixes and mashups for Tristan Garner, Chuckie, Avicii & O.B... He performed live in Safi , Essaouira etc... Don't miss this promising talent
June 6, 2005 has Safi. The sun did not leave him ever since and became a feature of his warm temperament. Bright and energetic young boy, his interest was first brought to the football. The choice was quickly called into question because he decided a little after, as a young boy his age, to follow the path of his groin. He then tried to make his football field and one day hope to have the renown of a great basketball player - ball. However, sport is proved not to be his vocation. He needed an area where ny and have no constraints are expressed only sensations. The effort was no longer provide physical but creative. He needed an area that married his personality. One area, which was none other than music. Many people who delight in the harmony of sounds, but few that hold a true gift. This is something that this young can have some feel the music more than others, to live or even to create, and he owned it from the top of his nineteen years. It began modestly until it reaches a meteoric rise. On an evening with friends was Safi, a vigil in a disco in Essaouira. In a mediocre plate, has an honorable mixer, he learned all the skills and techniques be adopted by a David Vendetta. Today, this great pillar of the music the more frightening because it plans to raise its height when his age would allow.

      AKA DJ SLOB, Hatim LOUKILI SAFI is from, he started this career at DJING in 2009, her own amateurism was developed using the PRO DJ'S. A year later, he meets the JNF group that shares the same ideals that he and fought together in a collaborative group. Some time later, and indeed in 2010, DJ SLOB was invited by the association and OCP GROUP happy child at beach Souiria was the occasion of the feast of the throne. As an artist in general, DJ SLOB work carefully on his first album <TEMPO> in union with other Moroccan and international DJ's. In addition ... DJ SLOB has succeeded a little sieve reach a wide audience on the city of Safi, its goal to send his own music to the ears of all Moroccan bitterly regrets that he can not live his music is spirited DJ SLOB to realize its own title <ONE LIFE> with Zack.

Raw lyricist , mc, rapper,  dj, b-boy ,graffiti writer.  grew up here in H-Town went to High School 1996 -2000 bought screw tapes almost everyday with my lunch money ..ORIginal dj screw mix tapes ( THE Screwed and chopped Originator.) Thats how I learned how to freestyle and spin records..On Technics . I learned to beat juggle, flange and chop by collecting doubles of every record and working the crossfader like a and old skool dj is supposed to...before the track is out you work in another one   dedicated to the true... essence real HIP HOP< HIP be the knowledge HOP be the action , the movement  <JUNGLE<DUB plate, reggae dancehall, riddim< DrumNBass< DUBSTEP< RAGGA and BREAKs trip hop hard core under ground Hip hop , Trap, Love for my city ....H-TOWN   713 .......  MY MOM AND DAD first and for most........DJ Screw  REMAIN IN PARADISE... Courtney BELL>>ELI ODEM>>>KNOX FIDDES>>WILL MEADOR >>>>BLAZCK CHRIS>>>CHRIS KANSAS>>>JOHN JARVIS>>>JOHN LOWE>>>B>ROCHELLE>>MY SISTER AUSTIN BRYANT >>SEAN GRIFFIN  REMAIN IN PARADISE YALL ! PLEASE WATCH OVER A G!!!!Screwed Up Clique.... GHETTO BOYS . ...  STREET MILITARY...WRECKLESS CLAN ..Dead End 
Alliance...U>G>K>   CASH MONEY MILLIONAIRES..NO LIMIT SOLDIERS .....HONOR ...one LOVE>>>LOYALTY>>>>>RESPECT >>>>KNOWLEDGE... props  and big ups to... 
LOS ANGELES <213        and       NEW YORK < 212
KRS ONE >>(knowledge remains supreme over nearly everything)            AFRICA Bambhatta   KOOL HERC
WUTANG  ..RZA .GZA .ODB. INSPECTAH ..UGOD ..GHOST FACE ..RAEKWON.. METHOD ..RED  ..TRYBE CALLED QUEST..DE LA SOUL.. ANDRE NIKATINA    .. LIVING LEGENDS ....DR>OCTAGON ...  

ICE CUBE    N>W>A>  DRE<EZ     2pac        TRIPLE SIX MAFIA   tribe called quest

Born in Watford, Hertfordshire, England in 1987, and migrating with family to Brisbane Australia at the age of 8. Morthotech was always heavily influenced by sub culture music, starting at Ska, Reggae and later discovered Hip-Hop. Always having a passion for digging in vinyl crates, his collection grew vast very quickly and was not slowing down, until he grew tired of Hip-hop culture and started to lose interest mainly in modern Hip-Hop. “ I love Hip-Hop but it was full of shady characters and I started losing my passion, and felt like there was a different calling for me.” After years of collecting vinyl and attempting to push out production, finally he rediscovered his roots in Ska music. Also in coordination from religious beliefs, Mortho fell in love immediately to the sounds he was chasing. At this time Mortho was still listening to a lot of late 90’s early 2000’s Hip-Hop but still hunting that Ska music sound, and was soon to discover the majestic sounds of Drum & Bass.
With the heavy influence of Hip-Hop, Morthotech one day flipped a Uk Hip-Hop 12” plate to check out a remix. This remix was: MC D – Alright, featuring: The Ragga Twins by Benny Page from the year 2007. For a long time Mortho had no idea what this sound was called and one day his cousin from the Uk heard it and explained that it was Drum & Bass. So one curious Mortho the kid set out to discover more, and found that same old Ska, Reggae feeling being strongly pushed out by Jungle / Ragga Drum & Bass. Then the vinyl addiction resurfaced and Morthotech then knew what he had to do ..Mix D&B.
It wasn’t much sooner after that he started to hunt the scene down and was hungry to get more involved. One day he decided to get back on Facebook and connect with local heads. He decided he would let the heads come to him and started up a facebook page representing D&B in Brisbane. Very swiftly Junglists all over Brisbane joined the page and it started to govern itself. Promoters used it to post their flyers, Producers used it to share their tunes and Djs used it to share their mixes. This page started to govern itself until Mortho decided to spread this passion and make this page interactive and get people communicating. Making so many new friends which he believes is no longer just an online community, but literally a family, this did not slow down and the page rapidly became a family now known as BRISM: Brisbane Skanking Massive.
Since then Morthotech became well learned in mixing Jungle / Drum & Bass on vinyl and started connecting with as many heads as possible. To his amazement, the Djs that he admired started inviting him to mix on their home rigs, and eventually was invited to feature his debut performance on Auzcast. After a while Mortho has streamed his own Auzcast sessions live from BRISM HQ and believes he has contributed to the scene in Brisbane. Since getting the runners up in the Home Grown Freqs competition, this journey has not stopped and continues to push forward.
Still feeling like the new kid, Morthotech has now joined with Brisbanes most wicked, PROPPA! Where he can celebrate the majesty of Jungle / Drum & Bass with like-minded DJs as a crew! No things wont slow down for this Junglist and certainly not for the PROPPA Crew!

My story will become a legend...
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"Hey, hello, what’s up? It’s Charlie. Pleasure to introduce myself. I’d say, I’m cultured, well-travelled and worldly. I work hard but surely know how to let my hair down in style. I love hosting friends, seeing them eat and drink well and I love a good party - and that is what my new Bali pad is about. As the famous quote goes - "I have the simplest taste, I'm only satisfied with the best."


The space created by an international collective of designers and artists resembles a townhouse, where the interiors reflect the eclecticism and a slight eccentricity of its owner, mysterious Charlie, who is constantly out travelling the world but is invisibly present throughout. The ground floor is a laid-back city cafe with its own bakery, upstairs - a spacious bar lounge with custom-created cocktails and a more formal dining environment. Moreover, there are several private dining and sitting areas, as well as a VIP balcony on the second floor overlooking the bar. 

The menu reflects Charlie’s love for travel and for new gastronomic experiences, and the dishes are inspired by the traditional fares from all over the world - reinvented by the award-winning Executive Chef Meidy Zuhri adding his signature creative twist. As passionate about food as they come, this Jakarta native has travelled the world and was fortunate to cook alongside the top Chefs like Chef Alain Passard (Michelin star 3, L’Arpege Paris) and Chef Philippe Labbe (Michelin star 2, Shangri-la Paris ). Having learned from the best, Meidy sees cooking as art, the art you create and serve on a plate to see the guests enjoy the sight, the taste and the flavor, and walk away happy. 


Fully air-conditioned, Charlie is built to offer the locals, as well as the visiting folk, a place that feels like home, whatever the hour and whatever the weather. Be it early morning breakfast, laid-back lunch, afternoon tea time, mid-week dinner or weekend party time - Charlie’s doors will always be open for friends and other good people. 

COMING THIS SPRING

Jolly Olisto ( Eugene Narizhny ) - Belarusian musician playing music in various electronic directions. Does not adhere to any one style , and wrote the music depending on the mood .

Starting musical career began with the musician for 14 years. Started playing the electric guitar . Having no musical training , he learned to play , replaying known compositions of different groups . Gradually began to develop their understanding of music and its feeling.

After individual training and games on separate basis, began to try to play in different groups , though the style and was different from that at the moment. Along the way, to show interest in electronic music and keyboards . It was influenced by his father , also a musician before that issued two solo albums of electronic music in the '90s . If possible home for himself playing the keyboard , parallel self-study began . The first experience was recording the intro for the upcoming demo album, in which he played at the moment . After writing the intro, interest has grown to the keys . Gradually began to write his solo songs .

In the end , after all the experiments , August 5, 2010 autodidact releases her debut album «Panorama», which he distributed to friends and acquaintances and small circulation spread plate to others. At this stage , we can say nothing presaged success. In autumn 2010 , work began on the new songs . By the summer of 2011 has developed a large repertoire of songs that meant a 2 album. During the processing and creation of cover songs from the new album , held a couple of appearances at the coffeehouse that affected him a lot . And November 6, 2011 was the first copy of the album sold «Syndrom of Life».
This album is at times better the previous record . Felt an increased level and abundance of different emotional tones that permeated the album. This album is completely finished - all that has been written for over a year , was included on the disc.

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Jolly Olisto (Евгений Нарижный) - Белорусский музыкант, играющий музыку в различных электронных направлениях. Не придерживается какого-то одного стиля, а пишет музыку в зависимости от настроения.

Начало музыкальной карьеры музыканта началось с 14 лет. Играть начал на электрогитаре. Не имея музыкального образования, стал учиться играть сам, переигрывая известные композиции разных групп. Постепенно начало складываться своё понимание музыки и её ощущение. 

После индивидуального обучения и игры на самостоятельных началах, начал пробовать играть в различных группах, хоть стиль и был отличен от того, что в данный момент. По ходу дела проявлялся интерес к электронной музыке и клавишным инструментам. Это влияние на него оказал отец, прежде тоже музыкант, выпустивший 2 сольных альбома электронной музыки в 90-х. При возможности дома для себя играть на клавишах, начал паралельно самообучение. Первым опытом было запись интро к предстоящему демо-альбому группы, в которой он играл в тот момент. После написания интро, интерес к клавишам вырос. Постепенно начал писать свои сольные песни.

В итоге, после всех экспериментов, 5 августа 2010 года самоучка выпускает свой дебютный альбом «Panorama», который он раздал своим друзьям и знакомым и маленьким тиражом распространил пластинки другим людям. На этом этапе, можно сказать, ничего не предвещало успеха. Осенью 2010 началась работа над новыми песнями. К лету 2011 года сложился большой репертуар песен, что означало появление 2 альбома. В период обработки песен и создания обложки к новому альбому, проходило пару выступлений в кофейне, что немало повлияло на него. И вот 6 ноября 2011 года была продана первая копия альбома «Syndrom of Life».
Данный альбом получился в разы качественнее предыдущей пластинки. Чувствовался возросший уровень и обилие различных эмоциональных оттенков, которыми пропитан альбом. Этот альбом является полностью законченным - всё, что было написано за год с небольшим, вошло на диск.

LYRICS -  LYRICS - LYRICS

MY FRIEND (HOMME ORDINAIRE)

Early morning, and the wake up call disturbs your happy dreaming
A cup of tea and a piece of toast, fill your flask, leave a note on the freezer

You head off to the factory one more time, wind and rain on your bike
And you do it with no heavy heart

You know it's your life and you know what it takes to put dinner on the plate
Maybe catch some overtime, save a tidy dime, take the kids on a summer break

I can see that it's all enough my friend
I can see that it's all enough my friend

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For twenty years with your mates you worked the lines in a furnace of steel
The jokes, the jibes, good times, bad times, a cog in the wheel

Then men like Gods realise from some paradise that in other parts of this world
There's a man ready to do your job

And he gets paid shit, and he don't get health, working thirteen hour days
How in hell can you beat that math, fuck the aftermath, it's the markets all the same

I'm afraid that you don't make the cut my friend
I'm afraid that you don't make the cut my friend

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A treacherous night, bonfire flaming bright, blood warm in your veins
Death row vigil like no reprieve tonight, artic break of day

CRS build a wall shadows on the dawn, the drivers back in
One by one the machines are gone
 
You breach that wall, hammer standing tall, sparks as metal on metal grates
Break the tools that once paid your wage you can't help your rage, as the tears run down your face

I can see that you're all cried out my friend
I can see that you're all cried out my friend

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The money's gone and the family's hanging on, can't eat your dignity
One of the lucky ones, 'cause they've found you a job in a service industry

Times will be hard, 'cause your wage is cut in half, and the hours God sends
One by one all your dreams have gone

Je n'en peux plus, je ne peux plus m'y faire, d'être témoin et de me taire 
Tragédie nauséabonde qui n'est ni plus ni moins la mort d'un homme ordinaire

I hope you see that I'm all fired up my friend
I hope you see that I'm all fired up my friend





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WISE MAN

You should know by now what the winter holds
Yet you wake every morning fearing wind, rain and cold
You're just as scared of what the next day brings
So come meet the wise man who taught me how to sing

CHORUS
And if you're fine ready willing and able
Sit down and break bread at his table
You'll see one or two things you'll be grateful
Help you to the grave from the cradle
As the red tail-light disappears into the night
And as the dawn breaks on our roof red becomes white

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As it was for Moses when the light's went out
All the people around me started to scream and shout
But I know a wise man and he said follow me
I guess sometimes a wise man doesn't need to see

CHORUS
So if you're fine ready willing and able
The wine'll taste sweet at his table
You'll hear one or two things you'll be grateful
Help you to the grave from the cradle
As the red tail-light disappears into the night
And as the dawn breaks on our roof red becomes white

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It was Jude who brightened his most obscure nights
I don't know where he found the will for life
That's when the wiseman sat me under a tree
He said this oak will be here long after you and me

CHORUS
So if you're fine ready willing and able
The time wont be lost at his table
You'll feel one or two things you'll be grateful
Help you to the grave from the cradle
As the red tail-light disappears into the night
And as the dawn breaks on our roof red becomes white





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WATERFALL
	
CHORUS

They say I'm in freefall, but this is a waterfall
And by this dark and moonless night I swear I've risked what's left of life
Dove in the cold, black, pool, am I just another fool for you
Or do you dream the dreams I'm dreaming, are you drowning too

These rocks claw my gut
The water's red with blood
I'm engulfed, and that's not all 

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My friends say something's wrong, I'm not the same
I shun the life I have, and you're to blame
Though I must give them reason, I can't give them rhyme,
I will not leave this waters edge, I couldn't if I tried

CHORUS

Another place and time, another me
Your faithlessness was fine, we weren't a we
Now I can't stand the wrenching of my once forgotten heart
When I see you with another man the knife rips me apart

CHORUS

I've walked in shadowed veil, these long nights passed
No friends to share the pain, I didn't ask
When you found me on the sidewalk with the bottle at my lips
Was that a saving breath of life you gave or the memory of your kiss

CHORUS TO FINISH

I think we're in freefall, and this is our waterfall
And by this dark and moonless night I swear we'll risk what's left of life
Dive in the cold, black pool, a body and soul of fools
And we dream the dreams we're dreaming and we're drowning too

These rocks claw our guts
The water's red with blood
We're engulfed, and that's not all. 





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SIXTEEN

You're sixteen, Jesus ! how the years have flown
Another couple, you'll be leaving home
I recall being that old
And straying from the fold
Back then, I felt like a fish out of water
In this day and age I'd be like a lamb to the slaughter

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Sometimes they'll tell you the man you should be
I don't say they're wrong just tread carefully
If they're not friends you see
They may try to mislead
Trust in yourself and just learn to ignore them
A wolf in friends clothes will lead you like a lamb to the slaughter

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I've seen you've noticed all the girls out there
I've seen you with one she's got auburn hair
I've seen the way you stare
And she's nice you've got flair
But son, please don't knock up somebody's daughter
When you get home you'll be like a lamb to the slaughter





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THE BOULEVARD OF CRIME


Hid in the shadows of a concrete awning, in a cautious rain
A street corner in a waking city, could be any place
Night shifters walk from sight, dailies stake their claim
In another civilized parade of mistaken aims

It's like that morning time on the boulevard of crime
It's not that far from the street of shame
If you should choose to walk down the boulevard of crime
Mister don't ever pass my way

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Out of sight in a nearby park it's such a perfect day
So many people lying on the grass while their children play
Day trippers take a pause, lovers share an old refrain
Other people come and take their places this goes on again and again

They bask in sunshine near the boulevard of crime
Just one block down from the street of shame
But they don't stray too near to the boulevard of crime
There's such a heavy price to pay

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In the wings of the urban theatre of a neon light
Man leaves a bar with his head bowed down like it's a bitter night
They cut him up, they crossed the line, took what they didn't deserve
Left him lying in a pool of lies, just another job of work

Darkness has risen on the boulevard of crime
You could have sworn it was the street of shame
And if you lose yourself on the boulevard of crime
Do you think I'll let you walk away





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STATES OF GRACE

That morning,  I remember I saw her 
Step from the bus into water 
She laughed and I knew I'd fallen
I followed, as she went round the corner 
Straight to the cut I implored her 
It was something I couldn't ignore

Because I fell for that state of Grace 
Her smile it all but sealed my fate

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We partied, for so many years, how we partied 
No more than two nights parted 
As alive as the day we started
We wandered, over deserts and seas, we marvelled 
As each saw their soul unravelled 
On the best of the roads we'd travel

And as we erred discovering whole worlds
Easy dreams had I for what my life reserved

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We married, settled down in a house with a garden 
Kids were soon part of the bargain 
And always our love was as ardent
We struggled, with money and work and the burdens 
Yet of her I was always so certain 
She'd get us through to the final curtain
 
So many moons have since reflected sun
And each day passed is one fewer race to run

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We sit now, hand in hand out in that garden 
Hide and seek noises around us 
A feeling of grace abounding
I see her, in their eyes, in the shine on their faces 
She's passed to a third generation 
Is the meaning of life creation ?

And as I watch her slowly watch her life rush by
I recall the day she learned the way she'd die.





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YOUR TIME

Way back when I'd while the days away
Making plans on comets, couldn't decide who I should be
Hanging round the bars never tried to make my mark
Just living the life
Going with the flow, take it kind of slow
That was passing the time, for me. 

And at my back I couldn't hear time's chariot
Be they angels or be they demons, at twenty one I didn't care that much
I thought back then I'd so much time

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So many friends who would not lovers be
Couldn't imagine what they'd see in me
Down by the river, in the forest walking
Never letting her know
That every single minute that we spent talking
Was wasting the time, for me. 

Oh if we'd only had both world enough and time
All those moments of talk not touch, wouldn't have been a crime
What could have been if we'd had time

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I try to hide from you those sleepless nights
When I ask myself if I was right to give you life
When everyday I see at the window, on T.V.
A pitiless place
No tears in my eyes 'cause another future lies
reflected upon your face. 

We all wake up one morning with no tomorrow left
That's no reason to cry my darlings and you won't if you live your every breath
For what the hell you've got your time.




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