THE WORLD

Machine Gun (Band of Gypsy's)

Under Is my Phone

This song is a musical love letter, with the hope that the person it's meant for will hear it and know that I'm patiently waiting for them.

Please do me a favor and keep reposting until it reaches her 🙏

For you

Something To Die For

I Can't Feel My Face

Album art picture of my parents, Forbes and Carol Lapp.

Written, Performed, Mixed and Mastered by Jed Lapp.
Beat by Villatic (modified by Jed Lapp) https://soundcloud.com/villatic

Lyrics:

When you think of your parents
what do you see?
For me, 
shiiittt, they’re the reason I’m free.
I forsee cause of my disabilities
I’d be in jail or dead
if they weren’t there for me.

Forbes and Carol,
born and raised in The Bronx.
Hangin' in the same neighborhood.
But they never met.

Went to all the same schools.
PS 75.
McCombs Junior High,
and Taft High.

Mutual friend Harvey
is how they met.
1962, the start of romancing.
First date dinner and dancing.

My dad, always a hoops player.
3rd team all New York City, senior year.

Lost in the semifinals.
Madison Square Garden...

They were,
regulars at Dr Generosity.
A night club in Manahattan.
In the middle of the city.

Followed Bob Dylan around
when he was itty bitty.
Before he was famous
in the nitty gritty city.

When you think of your parents
what do you see?
For me, 
shiiiittt, they’re the reason I’m free.
I forsee cause of my disabilities.
I’d be in jail or dead.
If they weren’t there for me.

Mom graduated from CCNY.
As a math major while dad was a cager.
5 different colleges as a ball player.
Masters degree at NYU later.

They’d go down to Beaches
and have chicken wings.
Follow musicians
and sing the oldies.

They’d spend time in Central Park.
Hearin' music
even after dark.

A few years later came me and my sister
as my mom became a computer programmer.
We followed Dad around the country
and his D1 college coaching career.

Stops in Kansas and Little Rock,
we ended up in Portland.
This is where we rock.

It’s been 35 years on the west coast.
But for my parents,
it’s New York the most.

My dad never misses a Yankee game.
My parents New York accent never faded.
We love it in the Pacific Nortwest.
Our roots into New York aw yes.

When you think of your parents
What do you see?
For me, 
shiiiittt, they’re the reason I’m free.
I forsee cause of my disabilities.
I’d be in jail or dead
if they weren’t there for me.

I’ve had a lot of issues in my life.
Like everyone, I deal with the strife.
With all the trouble that I’ve been in.
Without my parents, I can’t even begin,

to imagine where I would be,
in the streets or jail or dead you see.
They’ve gotten me through despite disabilities.
With out them life would be scary.

My dad not the greatest communicator.
When push came to shove
he was always there.

And my mom,
The glue that held us together.
Weathering the storm,
she did it all.

In the twilight of their lives,
I want them to know,
I’m fine and they are why.
I made it through to have a happy life.
They did a fabulous job,
To me they’ll always be larger than life...

The Reason I'm Free (beat. Villatic)

Once you seemed, in my eyes, so bright,
every star paled in your light.
I saw in you, my dream, my destiny,
a vision of love, in endless flight.

I offered you the full moon for love
but you only saw the waning quarter.
You missed the fullness of my heart
leaving us worlds and dreams apart.

    You said you didn't love me but you could be my friend.
    You said you didn't love me but you could be my friend.

In my heart I still bear your mark
so I had to learn to live without a heart.
Now it is late, the flame is a fading spark,
what's left is ash, cold and dark.

    You said you didn't love me but you could be my friend.
    You said you didn't love me but you could be my friend.

    You said you didn't love me...
    You said you didn't love me...

It dont seem to matter that much

Chris P

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