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This ballad was written for dear friends of mine who lost their father and husband. 

It attempts to describe the deep groaning of the soul on the face of death, and the shifting of reality after change and loss.

If you have experienced this type of grief, be it through death, depression, loss of memory, abuse, physical or mental trauma, leaving home, or anything else... this song is for you. It is a prayed-over ground for you to grieve on, held in the arms of Jesus. 

The Spirit Himself hears your groaning, and intercedes for you with groanings too deep for words(Romans 8:26). Jesus Christ knows your suffering, because he undertook it on the Cross. I AM, the name He gave to Moses, dwells with you in the fire. When the very fabric of your life seems to have changed, He does not change. When you walk past places where there used to be laughter alone, He will be present. His voice sings over you. (Zephaniah 3:17)

If you have given yourself to Him, He will build you up, His bride, and clothe you with a gentle hand. He will make you dwell with Him forever, in glory. 

In the midst of your darkest hour, when you feel most forsaken, Jesus Himself was forsaken in order to bring you near. There is no betrayal, no death, no burden strong enough to rend the bond between you and your mediator. 

Because Jesus passed through death and rose again, and because Death has no power over His resurrection, we can sing these words: 

In the twinkling of an eye—
Dear Heart, take comfort!
In the twinkling of an eye 
His arms will take you up and bring you to His home.
Weep now, 
He weeps with you.
But you will dance when your weary eyes have proven Him true. 

He is coming back soon. Hallelujah.

In the Twinkling of an Eye

Verse 1:

I couldn’t be any happier in doing what I’m told
Showing the ambassador the mechanics of a soul
Plastic spoons and caviar and Styrofoam bowls
Bacteria with heavy hearts playing in their roles
The artificial kind is sold while the borrowed time is null and the sick old minds will grow in the missing lines we know
Existence is a stage and death is an act
Here’s a eulogy to the breath of perhaps
It’s the curtain call alas this wasn’t ‘sposed to last it was just a feeling that I used to get passed, a certain kind of cataclysm, end of futures past
The birth of euphemism, to befriend the huddled mass
It’s a subtle Task within the propaganda bath, and the only fact is that there is truth inside a mask
It’s Tripping through the cracks, I am just a spirit with some blizzard washed tracks
Well look at you you mother fucking nosy bastard
The earth I bid adieu with my phantom blood that’s plastered
Let us sic a coupe on the ghostly plasma factors
A coated grimly view of the lousy 2 bit actors 

Hook:
Gambling the later for the now, for the cranially endowed, for the silence of the loud for the busy noise crowd
We barter compliments back and forth to earn the favor of the pseudo court
Gambling the later for the now, for the cranially endowed, for the silence of the loud for the busy noise sound
We barter compliments back and forth to earn the favor of the social court

Verse 2:
Sleep in every inhalation, let us breed for procreation
Just supplying slaves for the system for the nation
Deciding what to say in hacky rerun conversations 
Mining sound waves in flashy chatty combinations
I cannot relate with the flesh incarnates of unrest and migraines in my chest in my veins 
Put the moments in a crate, alone and eating fate, there seems to be a tourist that is gnawing at my brain
Tar and cement and iron plated jaws
Far increments, mankind is in a jar
A raw pilgrim soul and I’m dust in the stars
My judicial system is the earths natural laws

Busy Noise Sound

Miserable Salesmen

The Propagandist

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GOOD WEED (Prod. 2beat)

Another single from my upcoming project.

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Produced by wax cat:

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Thunderdome (Prod. by Wax Cat)

Sleepy Planet

Don't Wine - Coop Da Ville & D - Hog

Once in a Brgndi Moon

Shepard's Pie

don't break me down ft. Sinner (interlude)

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HARDTOFEELPAINANYMORE

Apricot Preserves 
#2 Demo Version 
produced by CLUNҰ
words by p.WRECKS and Wading Birdz

-p.WRECKS-

caterpillar schemin' on a cenobite size of origami whales. 
sketched out by the winged wire tap drones microscopic, riding on the back of a dragonfly 
just before day breaks, delay in the antenna confusion brain drain scour scattered in graves ,
hollow recollection receptacle uninterrupted. 
in understanding the depth of which dodos 
sulphuric island middle of nowhere in particular.
More margin on the listener then the grifter. 
spinstress with a pocket for every needle threaded 
growing out of webbed fingertips, tinkling ivories sentence 
sits inside the minor key growling,
outside see irony //
dividing. ricochet off bone armor grimy 
wading waist deep in a pool of typewriter keys with messages never minded them, 
isolated evidence on cassette decks reels retrospective,
tetsuo evolutionary traits, rails of a train yard trailing, 
off extraterrestrial hallucinogens. Introspection, 
cruel interlude crude wood workings amidst the moil. 
opinion isn't always ill-fitting isolation chamber.
resonance clouded calling flashback from a buried birds eye viewfinder realm 
almost always lost locksmith weighed down by the monstrous key ring he must heave.
paradigm batwing, centuries old, adhesion. 

tedious tedium
keeper of keys open gates 
defeat the beast inside unlock the chest 
feed on that feeling then become hungry 
once more 

-WADING BIRDZ -
learn more from an insect than a hundred masters teaching concepts
youre only as strong as your weakest stance. i take long steps
walk less take a long breath and exhale the progress
the vulture's fights over carcasses
anole got stung by the wasp in it esophagus
snow flower bumble bees livin prosperous
propellin pollen spreadin ficus providing oxygen
provide offerings to the gods and topple obstacles 
the oracle delivers a mess of a message the warrior isnt impressed
kids has got a lot of gull 
i stop and pull a hit from the bowl and then walk sum more 
stand upon the shore of desolate landscapes
take a break from man because only man can make man made lakes
stand upon the bank of a pond and add sum more dank to the bong
my skin soak up solar rays like it's spoasta 
not like when i was stuck inside from the sun on sundays makin mimosas 
i take a break and make sum toast in the toaster and stay roasted just posted blazing up stay soakin right through the coaster . 
im so old school like baywatch babes on posters
this the way of the wading birdz stay away from imposters and posers

BatWing Feat. WADING BIRDZ

Flowers (Prod. Jack CC)

Borrowed Time

HOT BOY PT. 2 (Bobby Shmurda ROSEMIX)

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Miserable Salesmen

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