gems in the mega rough —– what really matters
I’ve lost myself in recent efforts to unravel and claw my way back to anything whilst charting the sounds acting as candles in the darkness. Too many unfinished symphonies from the spastic conductor. So it seems for the best to focus, slowly and calmly, over a night or three, upon the most meaningful songs which found my ears and connected elements in 2015….gather them close, add a line or two of my own mangled meanderings of broken and twisted and charred, barely functioning synapses////
Dem Atlas – All We Got
Alyssa Marie – Hold on Tight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cY3aH8bIl7M
Ground Control to Lost Souls…
Yet who is more lost? The confused and befuddled into buying into the mainstream, where they are well versed in what corporately constitutes happiness and find it often in their rations. Or me…a man undone by his romantic zeal, constantly pouring myself into the world, hoping for change, fighting the good fight, yet ultimately understanding that I am chasing rainbows in caves? Dazzled by the brightness of my own conjuring…the fox cub that is my heart ever eager to lie on his back in lavender, feel stroked and caressed, with blue skies, and soft grass and gentle breeze…lovely. But it ain’t reality. SO that fox cub keeps chasing any semblance of such strokes, unknowing of the world, for the heart does not think, it does not study or learn, it solely…feels.
The music which has moved me, in more than heart, and continues to do so now, which I hope moves others, in any way, for to move, to find our senses overwhelmed is the finest way we can learn more of ourselves, and the world in which we persist.
I am careful with british hippetyhop…for it has such heights to reach, which have been formerly climbed and forged by the americans and also the french. This track moves my mind as much as makes me bounce in my garden chair.
‘Ive got to keep control of my mind state,
blood pressure rising like the crime rate,
welcome to the life of a glorified primate’
Its special. For it has a heartbeat which beats in time to my own. Which nobody in this realm can relate to, nobody here can understand, for its the sound emissions of society which shaped me with as much good as bad, and yes yes!…there are some who have experienced trauma here in Melbourne, but personal trauma is different, is lesser, than finding the same…everywhere. You become accustomed to the harshness if it is everywhere you peek….
At some stage through the deep in the streetz offering above, I felt I was listening to Mobb Deep.
Who says the brits can’t rant rap…a similar, less gun ridden horrorshow prevails. The underclass. Those born of and knowing, simply in order to survive, the beat of the streets.
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