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An LP entitled "Friends"

The material for SIDE 2 added on 11/09/12, the original release only featured SIDE 1 and was released 10/2/12.

Do you and act right.

credits

released 02 October 2012
Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!
Album Art: Bright Empty (brightempty.bandcamp.com)



Shoutouts and Props to the whole Indian Bones Collective Crew. Including but not limited to Dirty Hum, Bright Empty, JUX, Wynstyn Smyth, and Bear Skinned.

An extra special shout out to YOU for making my audible endeavors worthwhile!

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tags: hip hop hip-hop/rap indian bones collective instrumental hip-hop indie indie hop underground St Louis

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Track Name: Beautiful; Somewhere
"I examine a beat such as the one presented to me with a great care. Something of it immediately starts speaking to my ear, because the tonality is fair, and that snare has extra flair, and it's as if it was meant to linger there without care. The sensation of being with a lover who gently fingers through your hair. On a veranda in God knows beautiful somewhere. Casually lounging in a hammock wearing nothing but your sun gear. Dear.

And, uh, oh.. Let me ask you something.. How could I forget that?
And, uh, oh.. Hey, let me ask you something.. How did I forget that?
Oh, (Hey let me ask you something) Hey can I ask you? How would I forget that?
Oh, Hey let me ask you something. How did I forget that?
Track Name: arCa
This song, when I heard it, I thought about you.
Track Name: Pomegranate (Punica Granatum)
I like your face, but not your make up.
I despise the lies that you make up.
I wonder if I'm alive when I wake up.
If their is a moment, then perhaps your time I could take up?
Track Name: (SIDE 2) Feelin' That Way Since Last Week
"You want to complain about not having drug money when some kids don't eat? You've got a whole lot of nerve to even consider your condition to be weak. Call me when It's cold outside and you don't have a bed where you can sleep. The afflictions of my brethren cut me deep. Praise the lord my soul to keep. I hope the kids get a fair chance, but something looks bleak. You want to know how I feel? Fucked up, and I've been that way since last week."

Dubbed
-ShortHop-
-Peace to my peoples'-
-Life as a Shortie' shouldn't be so rough'-
-You know what?-
Track Name: When I Finally Get Myself Together
"It's raining out. This tune isn't necessarily my favorite, but yeah I'll work it out. I feel bad that the shorties' are wildin' out, over gaining clout.
"Don't Let it Bring You Down."
That's what my sister says, but still, the concept elicits dread, and sears through my consciousness, like a bullet to the head. And plus, I feel like I'm the last person that I can trust.
"When I finally get myself together."
I'll skip town and catch a plane to somewhere far, without a phone or car, In a pad that's rated 1 star, in the slums of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. I'll get down in that sunny southern weather.
"Get down in that sunny southern weather," and just chill.
Living off the scraps I find in garbage cans throughout the city. Wealthy folks will see my garments and begin to pity. At least I'll be free from (*REVERSED*) sample copyright clearance mercenary committee."
Track Name: The Audible Reply to a Letter 'Wynstyn Smyth' Wrote Me
Check, break through the fourth wall that separates my body and brain without strain. Auto tune every channel because engineering is a T-Pain. Someday I hope my capital is as strong as my signal gain. I'm not quite sure the toll, but I know it costs bread to catch a plane.

Insane is the refrain from the main when the drum machine catalogs my data logs. Snare drum snapping like a crab claw and the bass line jumping like a frog. Linking logs on hipster blogs while I'm on the console turning cogs. Swamp water grime on every CD that comes from the d3200's disc burning bog.

In a yellow submarine 20000 leagues under the MPC. Vinyl sample pick pocket MVP. Hoping to see the day when I can have as many kids as I have personalities. Laughing in fits because the beats hits like bricks. Aware that the monotone of my vocal tone gives 'Wack MCs' (*Reversed*). Vibin' in every junction until I feel the sudden urge to split. Catch him at the lab downing beakers of break beat drips.
Track Name: Live Life For The Children
Dubbed
"Children today, Will they suffer tomorrow?"
Track Name: All By My Lonesome: Thank You!
My concourse was one of remorse the day I took my poem tome and first left home.
Many personalities occupy me, yet people still like to think that they know him.
Many rhymers only do this for the bucks, that's funny, I spend my bread on bread and give that bread to ducks.
I'll never know what it means to be

*All by my lonesome.

(I'd like to take this time to say thank you!)