Live @ The Atrium, Springfield IL 1992-ish

The Elvis Brothers - "Dreamland" Live

I find myself in Orlando Florida after a short trip to Jacksonville and Cassadaga talking with my brother Jesse about a new project I am about to embark upon. While we struggle to see eye to eye, we knock down some liquor and kick it root down.

The Pilot

The Road To Nowhere - Orlando, FLA w Brother Jesse

Valentine

01 Don't You Give In

This track was written and recorded December 23rd 2015 while I was stuck home with a broken ankle. The heavy news at the time was unarmed black men getting killed by police all over the country; most of the time the cops were not getting arrested for their actions of murder...this was my response, and things haven't changed much. 

Champagne pops
To kill the pain like cops slaying another black teen
STOP
unnamed 
unarmed 
keep’em in chains, hoodies and barbed wire fences
lock’em in a yard like a dog that’s reckless 
protect us not by fear and force
We here have lost our hopes in high courts
our justice has faults
they’re playing like sports 
fussing and fighting 
knighted for lost bodies 
if it’s night, toss the body in the ditch 
and unload a clip in the kid for giving lip like he did
He spoke up to the limp dick bitch with a badge 
How can we fight a battle that’s matched unfair? 
dispatched
send more units like flair 
they fire them up 
hired, tenured, retired 
for what?
who are they serving when they’re programmed like servents to focus their purpose on numbers to hurt us?
quota counting, donut eating, soda drinking hounds
round’em up, the innocent victims, throw’em in the pound 
they get paid by weight 
scale’em, skin’em 
‘they've been failing from the beginning, it’s their fate’
so they wail’em and kick’em 
they’ve been ailing from the sickness and they can’t escape
this viscous cycle is vital to life 
the squad has their rifles and they’re ready to shoot tonight 
loot your life
loot for life 
i got no loot
i got no life 
we need roots like Toby’s trife 
it’s trite it’s like “It’s normal, right?”
it’s regular news, it’s just everyday life 
From ISIS to Ice Kids
PD to Vice Grips 
Mike Tyson can’t fight this violence from night Crips 
Blood drips down a telephone pole 
Not even ET can make his call home 
stop the violence
stop the greed
they’re both a by-product from watching capitalist TV
factual viewings of refugees left by society 
grant Immunity, Amnesty, freedom from tyranny 
tiredly I ironically am tired of fighting too 
but lately I’ve noticed that it frightens you 
get off your fucking couch and demand back your liberties 
unite together, Black, White, Syrian, Mexican, Any oppressed alien 
of any thespian ally 
All of US
make a statement that 99% is done with this shit
stop killing us with blood money you dumb prick 
cuz this private dick will slip into slit and bust some shit
I’m a fucking gumshoe stuck on my heels 
but your hands up, cuz im gunning for real 
Buca Buca boo buca, bu buca buca blah 

If ultimate peace is the answer?
why do we listen to bullying banter 
even schools are eliminating antlers 
we should be hopeful for no postal disasters 
you cannot achieve peace with war as the answer
animosity will brew under nervous laughter 
cuz they’re plotting revenge to avenge ancestors 
they’re invested
we're conflicted 
ive protested, and i’ve shifted 
I’ve been lifted, i’ve been level, i’ve been balanced and i’ve been disheveled 
the devil tests our treble with our actions 
how we act in trouble with our tactics 
if we’re attacking or practical 
acting logical with coherent thoughts is rational 
passionate proletariat 
they capture white flags from territories 
terror and gory 
im better with glory 
an inventor of underdog stories 
30 plus years with a hustle 
historians ruffle through pages like “His story is outrageous, right?”
courageous
i’ve jumped through flames and made it
i’ve played the game and changed it
chained and been in cages 
change is in the wages
trains have been raided 
i’ve reigned as a sovereign tasteless ruler
but ive seen the light in being selfless is cooler 
ive worn many masks
ive done many tasks 
and if had many people ask “Why I Roam?”
I want a universal home from Key West to New York to  Miami to Rome
Texas, Vegas, Barcelona, Madrid
We’ve finally made it like cajuns and pagans 
slayed many demons 
accept the peace kid
respect to each kid

BeMore Gluttony

I Can't Breathe - Cop Killers/No Jokes -  Lyrics in description

A quick little poem spit during this quarantine.

Quarantine- BC

(c&p)2020 Claytone Music/Sesac
(c&p)2020 Gabbadaio Music

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Luca Gabanizza (Additional guitars, vocals, and orchestration scoring arrangement}
Remy Kenisington (Background vocals)
Jonathan Newell (Piano)

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