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Weird Brethren

Single from the "Fitzcarraldo" EP to be released in April 2013.

Torben -  Raps
Kemble - Production

Additional Credits:

Ian Nate - Guitar

Lyrics:

Verse One (Fragmentation): 

Mutterin' through gutters n'
Stutterin’, thoughts utterin'
Speakin but sputterin', man I
Miss my brother n'
Nostalgic about
How it
Houses
Memories
Stem from me
Mentally 
Meant to be
Sentimentally 
Sent to me
My pen vents to me
Born in the wrong century
Midnight in Paris
Picasso befriended me
Not so, spirits enter me
A séance
Stay on
The beat plays on
For days on
I keep writin’
Hand hurtin'
Keep fightin'
A man searchin'
For enlightenment
Ignitin'
Anguish of language 
The pain contained in 
The deep, but spoke in layman's
Tongue is an island, a raft in the Cayman's
Ancient ash on the walls of caveman
Scrolls unfurled in the halls of Asians
Arranged and placed in the bass in my basement
Pen is my friend
The pen is my enemy
Depend on the pen
But the pen pretends to be
A friend, potentially
But the pen extends from me
I'm weak, it's weak
The pen depends on me

Chorus:

Babblin' 
In Babylon
In Babylon
I'm babblin' 

In Babel when
The towers went
Unravelin', so babble-on

In this modern day Babylon

Save me from this Babylon (x2) 

Verse Two (Clarity):  

Another day, another rap verse
30 years, no hits, man, that hurts
Wanna commune
But write abstract shit
Outta tune, don't fit in with this rap shit
Everything I package
Looks awful in pla-stic
Maybe I should quit, and that's it
Alone in my room
I zone to the tunes
Feed my mind
Ears the spoon
It's critical
I'm so critical
Nothin' good enough
In this ritual
Helen Keller 
In a cella
Want to sing like Ella
Stevie, Nina 
Cuz that's the arena
I've seen a…
Lot in my lifetime 
Work hard, wake up the right mind
To wake up the right minds
To make up the right time
To make my light shine
And create my mic time
I'll take a lifeline
Just getting started
Live life til' I depart it
You know my heart is
An artist, and marches
To its beat, so give me a beat
Until my hearts gives

Babble-on

Originally on Kemble Kuts 002. 

A cappella from Weird Family - "Babble-on". Beat is Sweatson Klank - F*** & Fight (Instrumental).

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Spotify playlist of three Sweatson Klank (previously Take) albums: http://open.spotify.com/user/bradykimball/playlist/3iUBBxklRoouk1znKKY9bq

Weird Family / Sweatson Klank Mashup

Second single from the "Fitzcarraldo" EP.

Torben - Raps
Kemble - Production, Additional Vocals

Additional Credits:

Ian Nate - Guitar

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Verse one:

Music's like a snake charmer
I'm a man with no armor
Dancing to the rhythm, and my shadow, looks like karma
I can feel it chasin' me
Feelin' like a race to me
The feelin' is familiar, but this is a new phase for me
Basically
I used to get so baked they called me pastry
Try to run away from problems, but they won't escape from me
Cuz the prison is inside
My paradigm
And pair of thoughts
Called a paradox
And, apparently, I appear lost
I occasionally veer off, the path
As I steer off, the map
Tryin' to clear off, my past
Life flows in cycles
Time is a lie and success is a psycho
Rejoin the rhythm 
Rejoin the vision and
Rejoin your wisdom
There is no algorithm 
There's only decisions
Improvised livin' in the palm of a prism
Five blind men and an elephant, gropin'
Can't tell what the hell it is, hopin'
Life is more than what meets the hands
To make God laugh, just go speak your plans

Chorus:

Lines and circles
Circles and lines
The lies might hurt you
The blind lead the blind
In time you will find
That it time you will find
The answers to your questions
Are the questions in your mind

To live is to die 
To live is to lose
To live is to cry
To live is to bruise

To live is to work
To live is to feel
To live is to hurt
To live it to heal

Verse two:

Writin' on paper
The lines are blinds
Looking out the window
To signs, in my mind
Cuz I'm...
A book with a broken spine
Read into everything
Wish I could rewind
I could've skimmed, but read every letter
Drew out the lines, everything meta
Chewed through the rhine
Spit out the better
Parts of my heart
Tryin' to be clever
The things that we sever
May die away forever
As we incorrectly measure
Life in the fast lane
Fight with my past brain
Dream of my future
But the present is my last aim
The now is... hard to frame
Right now is... hard to tame
But now is all we have, so we try to maintain
And kill lies that infect our mainframe
Dying to breathe
Dying to be 
Dying to dream
Dying to see
But livin' for me 

Repeat chorus

Lines and Circles

Third single from the "Fitzcarraldo" EP.

Torben - Raps
Kemble - Production, Additional Vocals

Additional Credits:

Marissa Bernhard - Vocals
Ian Nate - Bass

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Lyrics:

Verse one:

Died at birth 
Learnin' living
Inside the earth
The forbidden
Truth is
Fighting is useless
Secrets betrayed 
By loose lips
Why do I do this?
Ragin' lately
Not a zen Asian lately 
Sick of philosophy
I'm just, well, not me
Life's so topsy
A lesser me shot me
Buried me 
Rott-ing
Only me to blame
Only me to tame
Animal inside
Driving me insane
Always in-change
Hobble to the beat
The beat my blood
I walk with bloody feet 
Travelin'
Running from a zombie
Unravelin' 
I feel it comin' on me
It's happenin'
Rightly or wrongly 
I better start livin' cuz the night is upon me

Chorus: 

The night is coming
Today is a memory

The night is coming
The day is ahead of me

(x2)

Verse two:

Howl at the moon
Lickin' blades
See my dreams
Drift away
Life's just a mix of shades
Light, dark
I'm feelin' quite sick today
Subterranean
Depth in my cranium
Slept in the shade again
Tricked by the maze again
Watch clouds depart
I feel the heat in my heart
As I reach in the dark
There's a leak in the ark
I didn't know a 
Life could fall lower
Jump in the raft
Dreams are the rower
My energy's
Tied to my memories
Double-edge sword
I feel it as it enters me
I wanna live like I'm meant to be
I wanna live for a century
So passionate, so alive
Til I die...
Eventually 

Chorus x2

Sundown (ft. Marissa Lila)

We chose the title 'Fitzcarraldo,' based on Werner Herzog's movie of the same name, because we felt that its central metaphor of attempting to drag a boat over a mountain to build an opera house in the jungle was the perfect symbol for the inner anxieties of the creative life. 

'Fitzcarraldo,' running slightly under 23 minutes, is a conceptual album intended to be listened to from beginning to end (at least once), as it traces the central challenge of trying to express the inexpressible or, in other words, live in the face of death.

Torben - Vocals 
@Kemble - Production 

Made in The Sacred Grove.

Prologue

Mysteries of the Body

Defeat-Id

Mirages (ft. Diatom)

Epilogue

Weird Family is one part Torben (vocalist), one part Kemble (producer). Torben is a documentary filmmaker who works at a university. Kemble works at a software company. They both want to work on hip-hop music all day. 

Their debut album, 'Fitzcarraldo," inspired by Werner Herzog's film about a man attempting to build an opera house in the jungle, attempts to capture the inner anxieties of the creative life and the desire to express the inexpressible. The EP is due for release in April 2013.

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