Life does not give second takes

Basically - Starfucker (Loop Demo)

It's all over now, baby blue - Bob Dylan

Another one take thing. Written in a rain storm, like the rest.
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​Please, it's okay. I don't want any. You can stop when you're ready

Missed

It was snowing and I wanted to write so I wrote. Then I wanted to sing so I sang. I should reeeaaallly be working right now but you never know when it hits ya. Moving away is such a strange and painful experience, but all sadness can be beauty if you let it.



What a strange life it's been, it's snowing in April
my time has grown thin and my arms have done the same
when the trees that I loved fell down with the maple
and the gardeners flowers have come up again

when my love has gone away and my purpose has left
it's time to move on and go another way
but the dreams have not died and the drugs keep us going
I've come to the paper with another of my days

how the cold breaks the weather and I still hate shoes
and we call for my return it's not a good idea
and the park where love bloomed will not see us again
and the desires we hold become progresses treason

my days left are gone and the melanchol strikes
on my third good porch I eat and I write
and as fun as the return is to the loves of the past
wretching pain is repaid when the loves cannot last

is it better to not talk was it a mistake to see you (no)
the hardest goodbyes are as pained as they are beautiful
and loves that cannot last they are the light while they're here
I'll leave but I will rescind  my promise to never return to dear

marie, sandals feet, lavender tears,  the forehead kiss
the back rub, the words and the progress, that beautiful voice
the love of equations, the real understand, the starry pool bliss
breaking the rules that I'm afraid of, the hardest choice

I love you, but I cannot stay
perhaps it is better this way?

Beautiful Goodbye

Every society in the history of humanity has fallen, who are we compared to empires

Royalty Dies

Freedom (demo of a demo of the eventual demo that I just release as final)

Orange Like The Sunset

White Lies - Unfinished Business

Le temps de l'amour

I'm not that deep but I can put my head under

December 10th

Wrote a rap and took it acoustic. I'll try to put out the original if I can ever finish it.

Knowledge learned fast is different than knowledge learned slow
You quit paying attention then you let it go and you never know
wait to get sentenced, can it just flow
you're marking my b-sides to be fly, before the show
I'm flying my b-liner right into these binders, so
I'm screamin the hardest and seein the farthest my eyes could ever go
I'm cheesing my artist, cant be what i started, I started it years ago
achievements part of it, meaning's been martyred, I'm fleeing from my ego

Syllabic soliloquy, from prose and parts of poetry
symbolic sonnets seeing what's on it when i start to bleed
assess as i essay through callous hate, a chalice to feed
balance my ballast to keep me unchallenged to feel when i feel the need

I did nothing for a day
but then something went to waste
I gotta get going get it better than I ever did chilling at the crib never doing shit
I'm finding evidence of it, compiling my id to wit, stop lying to my intuit, cause I might get too into it
too quick to pull the trigger, know I'm slow but i can figure
toe to toe persistent vigor, though I know I lack the rigor
cause I pose and I see then I go back to me gotta focus my leads on it
I'm not chosen unfree chase ambrosia palm leaves instead of more life meaning for it

so you're looking for fame, at least to get played maybe them I'll get paid, you see it the wrong way
you feeling so wrong to think you should have it, the secret to songwriting is doing a lot of it
the secret to everything else and that is time. You wanna get good gotta devote part of your life
ain't no other way to find the mountains you can climb. If i don't get too mad or sad I'll see summit of mine.
and thats another thing, emotions don't play games, you must control your way, say this is my day
say I'm not feeling scared, I'm just feeling past pain, dislike changing my frame, cause I'm set in past ways
say i'm not feeling hate, I'm feeling lack of say, work forward to abate, the need to dominate
don't underestimate, understand all you ways, you'll find time to persuade, mystery into play

All Night

variety is the spice of life but variety takes time
i'll take my piety over all your dimes it's less frightening when you can see the lines
she's tyrin me on for older size and I might get gone feeling like flight
don't tie me down i'll run in spite of the pleasures of anothers control

a touch of shoulder and disdain is what you showed me under pain 
of secrecy, not fame, and who would I be to blame
why reigng in reigning rage, it's not like theres another page
tried saying we knew the ways, but we've got no clue

I'm true as far as true gets me to you, eshew new era for blue eyes in nude
paint my picture frame saying it's more true to blame rates of failure instead of what i knew
I never used the lulu line trying kindly in the back of my mind
to find the time to discard my rhyme because I was supposed to hang today

"It's like you just don't care about people, like you've built your house and curch steeple
on frowning clout and looking evil", it's a game of isolation and revalation
how can I know me what all I see is other than true free, a new key to see
how can I know you when all I do is run through steady ruins that fools are choosing

I guess I'll end the ignorance, the pale sordid lost fortunes
the one true way to no more friends, the only day I'll make amends
I guess I'll start the truth transcribe, start greed, start hate, start taking bribes
I know the path to realize that your real eyes will shine my light

It's amazing how much time you have when you give up on love
When great fates dissapate at a rate made from above
Maybe I'm not meant to lie on sand in others paradise of
great expectations and greater mutilations from the times, shove

cause I've gotten gone for so long, shown no wrongs in front of you
I've run headlong, thrown stones, long drawn out buried bones I have to choose
I see silence and thought widens behind unkind throngs, animals loose
don't you see how you treat the people you could teach, we could see through ruse

It's amazing how many thoughts you have when you spend your time alone
when you see songs, write flows, be wrong but still known
I waste chances in favor, romantic, won't save her, pedantic, won't leave my throne
I talk to myself, in deep thought I delve, I see wrongs revolve around being clones

What would change if I just let her? Would it be better or set in wasting time
I know it feels good but I don't need to be in priesthood to know nature of life
I'm still gettin better, nothin settlers could fetter in federated truth while
looking back, comparing current lack two glaring three attack four sharing strife

Honey, you gotta give it some time, I'm not right and never ripe for finds
I sit with closed eyes and stare at those lies, it's my right to bind
plug-in to rung him through plungin blue, feels so new
maybe I have time


happiness is not being right, being right is not meaning of life
meaning of life is not avoided strife, avoided strife is not being right

I'm still gettin

I cannot let it destroy me, heavy thoughts boiling over
my mind sinks like a lead weight and my soul begs for relinquish of fate
but my time has yet to come, my hard rind will never be done, blood battles will never be won
that's why I fight so hard, compiling blinding tears and scars, to think I've come so far

and yet there is so much farther to go, masochism of the soul, inured to tortured lows
drink drink smoke block no dont cry, It gets worse every time, slowed loss of life
you told me once, you were watchig me whither away, true by any measure
now it seems I get the pleasure

I was a kid for a few years but that's another life, a dimension rife
with ignorance and time, sometimes I want to go back to that freeing lack
of knowledge of deep pain, regrets, long hate, the best
skin thickener a man could ever have, but now there's no room left

I cannot watch you die, sitting idly as hours go by, hiding and writing, seething lies
it hurts more when I'm away, can't help you make the days, apart we both lie in waste
I hate this more than anything that's ever mattered to me, fleeting drink, careen the brink
I don't want you to hear this, it might hurt, remiss the life that's a piss in the ocean of shit

I know no waters other than these, no weather other than cold stinging breeze
carelessness replaced by calculated shame and dark pain ablaze
I use the flame, let it heat my soul, heart gaming blame find a reason to fall
but pain is the main symptom of growth, just want it to stop but it wont

I prophesize the end of times, great loss of life, it takes one to know one
I screen for lies, it's all i find, no tears could shear us from our blinds
great minds attest to needing test of pain, enduring, late assuring, gaze alluring
hate in your ring, rain in your spring, stains everything

let's talk for a second about what it means to be, know you'll never be truly free
the more pains gained in memory, it seems to be the farther I can see
a stream of prophecy is the key to your need, you drink drink smoke no block the pain that you see
I say find ways to become all your pain, it will give you great strength gained in no other ways
revolt from fame, revel in your shame, scream deeds of belief that you feel all your days
I say this as playing in fountains of waste, I cannot let it destroy me but there is no other way.

Love It

He who sees no wrong will fix none, he who countes his blessings knows he has at least one
the man who strives his life for self betterment must first admit that he has wrongs
I'm alive cause I died so many times, I run to find, sprint blindly for the gift of sight
we try to set light to our brightest nights and we give up on time when we face our frights

we call others trite while ourselves we are tripe and we cant shoo what we won't do because we know that we might
we want to have foresight while our hindsight is infinite, we run red lights, start gun fights then we only wish to indict
to you we'll be polite then spite ourselves all night, forthright socialites and acolytes to our copyright
if I could rewrite this, recite it I would make it more light but the sight of my blight falls on white tonight

railroaded, the fates been chosen, the gates are closing, my race is eroding
why is my time always fleeting until it's gone, why do I ask questions in the middle of songs
why would my wit keep telling me I'm wrong, I'm only trying to lighten my long
my thoughts have been broken, control is now yours in to dust on I will pour into rust on the shore

I don't know why I said lyrics are hard, wont acknowledge that I do this every day because the feeling might go away
It could come back another day but by then I'll have paid and paid
but paying is praying when all your gods become satan, when your loss is all payment to a boss who's a layman
who started the game with more change and a place higher in fame, does he deserve all your wage, do you think he'll ever change?

money is being wasted giving the wealthy more power, inequality would shower us cowering in sour hours
and does no one see the change in ease of hatred, online I've no name so I'll say things once sacred
does no one see the death, the wreckage of ecosystems, unpatriotic rise in tuition, sickness of healthcare in fruition
or are we all comfortable with blame, playing games, we should be ashamed, we're called to answer for charges that are safe while real racists and theives are never arraigned

I don't believe but could god come save us? Make us pay attention to the change that has chained us
The internet is sacred, I wont watch while they try and take it, money has become a way to win, control politicians bathed in sin
But we'll lie in bed, feeling free and relishing our safety from riots in our safety nets
Thomas Jefferson said, "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of tyrants and patriots"

The Long Slide Part 1

Anger is the enemy of understanding, understanding is the enemy of hate
if you want to progress and live happy you're going to have to let go of internal disdain
held anger is poison for the soul, it changes nothing and it causes you pain
have passion for your life and for us all, but don't give emotions free reign

because logic is understandings late father, we can believe understanding without it
but logic will teach you to ponder, it will make you see nothing without doubt
I've thought long and hard, sat to wonder how best I can set the world to fix
I've come to conclusions, all wrong, sure to make something real from the counterfeit

love of knowledge of fake fun, who played the games and who won
all wasting time, make attrition of understanding and love, of all ambition
it's tradition set up against opposition, admission of acts with no permission
trade hate through our own exhibition, contrition with no erudition

generation of dateline inhibition, suppositions have become superstition
long disposition of slow abolition of free thought not within the central mission
emissions that frighten scientists and obstruction of justice' function
intuition would make us fear patience if education wasn't sitting, still latent

a nation of lazy, fat patients, I'm not lazy, I'm not fat, why do you say this?
because it's true, maybe not you, but vast populations race to the bottom to save on playstations
a race of placated simulationsm anything to not face hard situations
planned obselecence would eeke all your rations, vote with your wallet, do not but high priced masturbation

try to think for yourself, have passion for knowing things, set your time up to work, do not waste it on shows and games
they told us as children that if we tried, we could do anything, they told us to control emotions, understand ourselves, love learning
to be the future, to set the stage for our desired change by being the change, then we could make history in our wake
I never believed it but I tell you know these are the only ways, to save our world, to progress, to not let it waste

Life means nothing if you're wasting your time.
Communication is the progress of humanity.
Progress and survival are all we have.

The Long Slide Part 2

What Would I Know

Figured I should upload something. Here's a little diddley I wrote last night. 



I love you all equally

Here

Reflections On Exile

Producing rap is much more involved than I initially assumed. This was very difficult and took me approximately forever.

Western Civ Rap Final

Boxers

There are a lot of things I don't think I remember. Even more I wish I didn't. 
They say don't live in the past, I like to think I don't, but the damn thing wont stop following me.

How Lucky - John Prine

Rich Girl - Hall & Oates

Just a dude. Makin music's my thing. Write, perform, record, edit, mix all instruments in all songs.

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