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Full-time, professional Nordic and Celtic fiddler performer and teacher.
For real? That's pretty awesome.
Full-time, professional Nordic and Celtic fiddler performer and teacher.
For real? That's pretty awesome.
The eyes in black, they'll see
A constant change, diseased
Facing whats in the way
Contradict, each day
It's the color of now
Out of touch, no sounds
In the middle with you
Another point of view
Could we wait for this
When theres so much to miss
Waking up, just stare
lost whats under your hair
The perception of love
Falling down, just someone to dispose of
Now the middle will break
disconnected, in the place where its too late
Maybe it's not real,
But how can you feel the touch
when it's not enough
inside, the thoughts concealed
Thinkin about life,
The way somethings just change
And it's still not strange
Until you've lost the fight
And when you lose your state of mind,
you're losing it all within time
Try to be someone else
But the mirror doesn't clean itself
Do you dream at night
Does everything remain
the same, contained
And then you waste the light
Is there a perfect saying
To seek when you need to speak
Your cause, unreached
A breakdown in the chain
And when you lose your train of thought
You can't decide, your words are lost
Try to stay in another day
When the picture of you won't fade
staring at the shadows on the wall
taking all the pieces that involve.
a life long puzzle, we must admit
you wake up and you feel like shit
take another pill today,
going through the motions, in a haze
destination comes and fades
the hesitation decides to stay
struggle with the melody, in your heart
pulling at the strings, and then restart
alittle bit of fire to ignite the spark
alittle bit of courage, then make your mark
so lets take it all, and put it back
for the fleeting, soothing attack
from the places that weve been
all in all, i'd go again
so i'll smoke another cigarette
time controlled, another fading regret
pushed the reason against the will
I've lost the touch, but i've got the feel
you don't have to go
we can work this out
but if it's dead to you
then i will kill it too
It's just the way of the world now,
You're gonna soon find,
That even when we see eye to eye
Gotta get whats mine
The image of devotion, clears in time
The winds of implosion, frame the line
Behind the scenes, and behind the doors
We both know that you get yours
Now the choices, the feelings, emotions, the dealings
They sit there, concieving, they're plotting, they're breeding
They listen with blind eyes
No mask can control this disguise
We can look for the meaning of breath,
ponder exsistence and the reasons for the mess,
how you gonna open the binds
when you can't even open your mind
The words that you say could mean well
But intentions end up hopeless in this hell
Its just the way of the world now, baby
The voices, the teachings, submission, the healing
They lay there, just feeding, they're eating, they're teething
If silence is the music of life
Then what does that make all of the screams at night
i'm alittle bored, so i'll set the score, with this rap shit
all new comers, be ignored, needing practice
cuz the fact is, they cant hang, get distracted
and gettin blasted with diplomatic verbal malice
droppin' all these motherfuckers, like randy savage
elbow from the top, your last supper for the passage
not even average, you're below a pole smoker
if this were mad max, you'd be below mediocre
so now to the point, of this murderin' joint
the guy who made a thread and said lets get it going
the original poster, for subliminal roasters
the ot may be dead, but we never lose focus
bobby boulder, the sloppy holder of shoddy rhymes
a carbon copy, the opposition to better times
i like your style, but i think victory is mine
its been awhile, so i'll go a few more lines
now listen to this, try to resist. whose the dopest?
you dont have the condition, so you know it's all hopeless
dropping bombs with my palms, now you're ALL on notice
I hope yall die. Nah I was playin when I wrote this
heres another rendition, the intermission
the illest technician with instruments, spittin and pickin'
gaining attention, so sick somebody call a physician
still kick it and rip shit cuz that's what I've envisioned
with perfect precision, i leave em broken, no forgiveness
ya worthless ambitions cant breath, chokin' into submission
like van zant, ya just can't, implant any kind of competition
maybe some more training, and i'll give your ass a listen
steppin to me? but i'm the mc wrecker
takes less than a minute to finish it like conor mcgregor
you're stuck in the prelims, i'm the main event header
cant handle my pressure, good luck with future endeavors
my legacys untold, now watch as destiny unfolds,
while my heavenly word flow destroys all enemies, tenfold
cant swim with the big kids, so go and stay shallow
you gettin' fisted quicker than Jose Aldo
So the menace, will never quit, hurtin feelins, and wreckin shit
appealing to fellowship, athiests, and the devils kids
speaking so eloquent, breaking down all the elements
making clowns of these skeletons, they gonna drown in irrelevance
been around the pure arrogance, but i'm here to benefit
with this written shit, you could call it the new genesis
flow so venemous, yall never resist this,
no medication or assistance will ever fix this
take a minute to witness the diplomatic olympics
dont get so suspicious, have a guinness and watch the gymnast
continue to lap the competition, they could never contend this
they get offended because my rhymes taste so fuckin' delicious
16 bars? out the window they're goin, i got that fitness
it's my business to provide the system with a sickness
with a quickness, i turn non believers religious
Fuck your happy holidays, here's a Merry Christmas
That's really cool! Besides your dad, do you have a lot of musical people in your family? I wish I had your rhythm and talent.recording of my dad on drums and me on guitar - it was a total improv jam session, unrehearsed.
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/0pndtnxwjx/electric_funk_2.mp3
Me doing a cover of Stand by Me
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/eo9z4tuys0/Stand_By_Me.mp3
Drunk cover of Green Day
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/6gy9qzp04c/Time_of_your_Life.mp3
Blackbird
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/b3nsdnigxl/blackbird1.mp3
Original i wrote "The Middle"
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/hgqwthu598/The_Middle_So_Much_to_Miss_.mp3
Original I wrote and recorded in my dad's studio "Fade Away". It was my first time in the studio playing all the instruments my self (two guitars and a piano), and everything is out of tune. Oh well.
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/7yo7hunaub/fade_away.mp3
Another original.
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/inzr0gkwvk/Un_Named_2.mp3
"World" missing a chorus, bridge and second guitar
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/68ngmi9erp/world.mp3
And my raps:
Rap battle w/ Bobby Boulders:
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/ana72akszu/diplomat1x.mp3
First to Bomb Ft. 2Pac
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/etfmiswq63/FirstToBomb1.mp3
@Inverse @ripskater @TheComebackKid @Bobby Boulders
My dad is the only other one in my family that plays music lol.That's really cool! Besides your dad, do you have a lot of musical people in your family? I wish I had your rhythm and talent.
Just found a super old video of me playing drums with some friends lol
Cock rocking...
I do not remember uploading this to youtube, but i just noticed it so why not.