“Walking Sleep”
the first track on my EP that came out about a month ago. if you haven’t heard it, you should. it will change your life. maybe not. but it will give you an idea of what the whole thing sounds like. pretty blues-based stuff with drum loops that generally descend into fairly intense breakdowns… on the drum machine. i’m hardcore like that sometimes.
you can get the EP here
Definitely want to make these!
“Fire-bender”
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the hammer in my head pounds, there’s ring around my stare
venom pulses in my veins, i hold a fistful of hair
and as i slip into the rhythm of a hard, hard heart
i take a look at my wrist and the blood that it guards
and i’m a captcha, a codeword, a closed and locked door
if i’m supposed to face the world, what is marijuana for?
and as the funeral pyre burns for the man who would be king
eternal dancing fans the flames, consuming everything
wristcutters: an astringent, closing up, being constricted
but you wouldn’t know much about that, you’re addicted
to attention and spotlights and audience and mirrors
to twitter and facebook, the internet and call girls
not challenging the medium, spoon-feeding children swill
i know your time has not ended, and i fear it never will
[he mourns, the hero in your head, forlorn
the heroes are all dead, you’re no better than you were
we’re no better than before, fully knowing we are destined for the morgue
and it’s macabre, the way you’re always drawn to the life you can’t afford]
some days i feel like i’m a fuck-up, a scumbag
like instead of a baby, that i should’ve been a cum rag
and i’m puking electric, from noise to my methods
to cell phones, computers, gamecubes and playstations
but i’m breathing in real time, always thinking in slant rhyme
cutting my teeth to flash the sharpest fang alive
never wanted to get out alive, just to last for a time
and make sure i get mine before it’s my time to die
and knowing that i really tried
lets me know that it was worth it all to be alive
and i feel alive, the price is just fine
and when the static subsides and i’m colder than ice
let me just say that a simple “so long” will suffice
[he mourns, the hero in your head, forlorn
the heroes are all dead, you’re no better than you were
we’re no better than before, fully knowing we are destined for the morgue
and it’s macabre, the way you’re always drawn to the life you can’t afford](x2)
everyone you looked up to, your heroes
they’re all fucking dead
they live in your head and they’re never coming back again
they say i’d be better off dead cause both cheddar and bread
have eluded me since i was a little shit head
fuck that, i’m not destined to sit in this cesspool
could somebody pass me a blade or a pistol?
i’ll gut the commotion, the drama, camaraderie
i’ll consume it and pick the raw flesh from my teeth
wrap up everything in see-through plastic sheets
and boil the fat to wash my soul and body clean
and i roll in the green each and every single day
then i get in my box with two doors and drive away
that’s my everyday, inhaling life, hands in the clay
i’m proud of what i’ve done, i guess that’s all i have to say
[he mourns, the hero in your head, forlorn
the heroes are all dead, you’re no better than you were
we’re no better than before, fully knowing we are destined for the morgue
and it’s macabre, the way you’re always drawn to the life you can’t afford](x2)
FURLEX- “Elegant Waste (demo)”
this is one of my older songs, listen, reblog, tell your friends, find the other songs
please and thank you!
Fall Out Boy- This ain’t a scene, It’s an arms race
One of the Twin Cities most beloved musical talents has passed away. Micheal “Eyedea” Larsen, a longtime Rhymesayer, singer, lyricist and fixture in the indie hip-hop scene died early this morning, just a month shy of his 29th birthday.
Friends of Larsen said his mother, Kathy Averill, found him this morning.
“It is with great pain and sadness that I tell you my son Mikey (Eyedea) has passed away,” she wrote on his personal Facebook page. “At this time we kindly request your respect and our privacy as we process this devastating loss. On behalf of Mikey’s family, close friends and fans, thank you.”
Part of the Rhymesayers crew from its early days and a creative force to be reckoned with behind the mic, Eyedea painted beautiful and often abstract pictures with his lyrics, revealing the raw, serrated edges of emotion. He and his DJ, Abilities (a.k.a. Max Keltgen) were champions of their crafts and best friends since the age of 14.
Eyedea’s mom, with whom he was very close (and who also was like a second mother to Abilities) has set up a memorial fundraiser via Facebook.
One of our favorite Eyedea lyrics seems sadly fitting now. He will be missed.
And I was thrown out of orbit past the moon
And crashed here November 9th, 1981, Monday afternoon
I’ve adapted to this twisted way of living
But I always knew I wasn’t from this planet cuz I’m so damn different …
…I’m outta place and outer space is where I need to get ya’ll
So when you come down, just remember I’m leaving with ya’ll
Sincerely yours truly, Eyedea
—“Savior” (Slug, Eyedea and Sole)
Brand New- “Sink”
