Ain't nothing slick to a can of Oil

Track 19 - Volume II
Production (Hands-off): Lauryn Hill


Brand new track from my homie, Oil, and myself, titled "No Strings Attached". I'm sure there's more than a few fans out there that can understand the title of the track, both because of what we sampled, as well as the content. If you can't though...well that's just too bad. Read the lyrics, maybe they'll help. 

Also, I know I've been bad with updating the site, my bad my peoples. My life has been getting very interesting, and has been requiring most of my attention. Not that that's a good excuse, it's just what's going on. I'll have more updates on that soon, but I'm trying not to count chickens. In the meantime, enjoy some old school hip-hop goodness. 


Lyrics

One love, One love - to hold me down.

Don't wanna put you in a collar, I’m just trying to holler

The game is about motion right? left, right, mancala?

 I’m just trying to take mine, but she's making it way harder.

I’m just saying we playing a game, but at least I’m a starter.

 We enjoy each others time, with what little time we got.

But I’m still defending myself like: “I’m not a player, I just fuck a lot.”

So What’s your thought? Oh the, “you just too mad to come see me” trick?

You think we're only chilling, cause you think I only think you’re thick? what?

Right? I can’t believe its so trife, it’s like I’m just trying to date her, not trying to make her my wife.

It’s not that serious, but as soon as I say that, it’s like I’m stuck in a self imposed jail for saying words that I can’t take back.

Like what had happened was...

The reason I didn’t call, like I normally does…I mean do, but wait a second, what does it matter to you? I never said we were dating, these girls are just hating. 

Ah hah, see, suddenly, the plot thickens. Girls of this caliber these days are slim pickings, and suddenly appears the ghosts of Charles Dickens. Future, past, and present, and they all got a mission.

Said, “rise up homie, your life stands before you.”

You can have a million fans, and history books adore you,

Or you can have a simple life, with shorty as your wife,

But you’re gambling dawg, fifty percent of girls go trife.

One love, one love, to hold me down. 

I got mad exes I ain’t trying to explain.

I got problems with flirting when I already have a dame.

I got mad baggage I ain’t taking on the plane.

I got too many past discretions to run a campaign.

See love’s anonymous, fills us up with hope and obamas us,

Talking Angie Martinez Hot 97 queens of drama’d us.

Makes me vomitus. All this judgmental feedback, caught up in the undertow, hoping that a wave cracks. 

And just like that, it’s like I’m supposed to be someone else?

You knew when we got into this I was being myself.

But now she’s got the wrong idea, thinks we’ll be together for years

I never said I was that type, but now I gotta face those tears.

Said, “Girl, I know you heard I put out

But that’s not really what I’m about.”

One love,

Without the drama, without the promising to call ya, without the titles, but the love and not having to meet your mama.

Leave the envy, leave the stress, don’t let it become a mess, let’s leave as something beautiful, cause we shouldn't have to guess.

Cause how you gonna win when you ain’t right within?

Can’t keep hanging out with you if we’re just gonna be friends.

It’s too much, but no offense this has really got to end.

I know I can’t win, cause I’m not right within.

One love, one love, to hold me down.

Not Normally (The M.Q. Returns!)

Track 18 - Volume II
Production: Digs Deep




What's good my peoples? As you know, I took a hiatus from the Monthly Quarterly to focus on writing tracks for my first full-length album, which will be titled "Pipe Dreams". I was attempting to work on both at the same time, though I quickly realized that it was stretching my creativity a bit too thin. I wasn't very happy with any of the stuff I was working on, and along with dealing with my financial difficulties (and life in general), I was overwhelmed.

Those that know me well know that I deal with depression, and that it's not something I like to talk about, or even mention. This recent stress triggered another bout of it however, and after getting through it I wanted to write a track about how it feels when it strikes.

Shout-outs to Digs Deep, who made the dope beat which let me air my feelings out, and also to Allie from Hyperbole and a Half, who wrote an amazing (and very funny) post of how depression feels. It inspired me to do the same in song format. The image I used is from that, and you can check out the post here. I highly recommend checking her other stuff out too, she's hilarious.

Though I'm still working on "Pipe Dreams", I've finished enough of it that I once again feel comfortable returning to the Monthly Quarterly and working on both. Hope you enjoy the track my peoples!

(Lyrics)
What do you do, when you feel that you’re not getting any stronger?

What do you say, when you feel that you can’t do it any longer?

Well, that’s the thing; it's just a feeling, ain’t nothing concrete.

And even if it was you just gotta overcome it, break through like a rose growing in the street.

But it seems so bleak. Constantly ask myself, “Yo, what’s the point of trying?”

Motivation’s dying; find I’m only sighing at the things left incomplete.

Honestly I’d rather just sleep, and never wake up cause I never get enough.

I feel the fatigue everyday. Makes me want to give up.

Cause I can’t

Understand.

What it means,

To simply be.

I want to feel normal.

But I’ve forgotten what it feels like.

So get me some manufactured bliss, so I can get to feeling right.

Cause I want to feel.

Something unreal.

Tired of the day to day.

So let me just say:

That I want to feel normal.

But I forgot what it feels like.

So get me some homegrown bliss, so I can get back to feeling right.

You feel it right?

I feel alright.

Like déjà vu, everyday is nothing new.

Unless it’s one of those days where getting out of bed is the only thing I can do.

An accomplishment; for those depressed, dealing with too much stress.

Feel like I’m out my mind, cause both it and my life are such a mess.

Sometimes I want to escape it.

I’m just so tired of this stasis.

I can see obstacles blocking my path and I’m thinking, can I even make it?

Better not chance it, that’s my modus operandi.

I’ll assess the risk, and if one exists, I’ll just grab the whisky invariably.

Unless there’s something more potent, something that’ll keep me hoping,

Cause now I’m hanging off a cliff that’s sloping, and as far as I can tell I’m near where the rope ends.

Even though it’s clear that you think I’m fine, cause whenever you see me I laugh and smile; a wonderful mask that I made from the past that I’ve had for a while.

Introducing: Oil

What up my peoples?! It's been a minute since I've updated; I've been busy working and working, and also working on "Pipe Dreams", and trying to get my first music video done. I'll have something for ya'll real soon. In the meantime, please enjoy this track by my good friend Oil (the guy behind me in the photo), which I am also featured on. I don't have the lyrics to this one yet, but I'll post them when I type them up.

First video (kind of), and Pipe Dreams Hiatus

My Peoples! Apologies for being absent for so long, but I decided to take a break from the Monthly Quarterly to focus on my first full length album, titled "Pipe Dreams". I've been working on this one for quite a long time; All the beats will be completely produced by me (except for about two tracks), and I will be playing live drums on each track as well. In the meantime I've just been playing shows with my brothers, my band, The Amazing Octopus Septet, in which I am one of two emcees, as well as the drummer. The video above is our version of "Paper or Plastic", which you can find on my Prologue to the Epilogue EP. I won't be continuing volume two of the Monthly Quarterly until Pipe Dreams is out, but I will be updating the site regularly with shit like this. So be sure to check out the video, and stay tuned for news for Pipe Dreams!

Loving the Struggle

Track 17 - Volume II
Production: Digs Deep


Welcome back to volume two of my Monthly Quarterly my peoples! I took a short break to promote And The Traveler who just released their debut album (which you can cop here: www.AndTheTraveler.com). Gion Ra and I took the rough copy and started making tracks from it, a few of which I've posted already. There will be a full mixtape to come.

Anyways, this track is the title track of volume two, titled "Loving the Struggle". The beat made me realize that even though I've told a bunch of stories so far, I never told my story. Shout outs to Digs Deep who graciously let me use this very dope beat, and also a shout out to White Plains; Battle Hill in particular. This is not only dedicated to where I grew up, but also to the people I grew up with. Ya'll know who you are.

Lyrics

It starts off back in the day, we were poor as hell but I never saw it that way.

I was pretty lucky, had a strong boriqua mom who was plucky, and always made sure we were okay.

Busting her ass from 9-5, and then again from 5-10 almost every single day.

It’s funny cause to me that was normal. It’s what had to be done, if you wanted to get paid. Or if you wanted to get haze, cause you wanted to get away: a reprieve from the stress because your rope is almost frayed.

I learned that hard work is just work, just cause it’s hard doesn't mean you’ve got to put on display.

And because of that, I was unaware of the struggle. Mom tried hard, but couldn’t keep me in the bubble.

I had to grow up, but now the struggle is all I see. Though in it I see beauty and I’m loving it, but that’s me.

They ask, “what about the struggle? I love it, but that’s me.

Can’t forget growing up in White Plains, NY, up a on a hill by the name of battle.

Chilling on the corner, always bullshitting with the homies that I’ve known since I could hold a rattle.

As we got older, we got acquainted with the law; getting pulled over almost every weekend, for a multitude of reasons according to them. Which I’m sure had nothing to do with the color of our skin.

But that’s how it is being young, broke, and brown. Not complaining, I’m just explaining how I came to have all the beliefs that I hold, and why I question everything that I’m told.

I really don’t give a fuck, but I already told ya’ll that; it’s on volume one. It’s the fifth track.

And that’s the key, the way that I see, the how and why I be like I be, I disregard grammar when it suits me.

'Cause that’s me.

It Lets Me Know (Over ATT's "Plunge Part 3")

Gulliver's Gun - The Road ^The Rhyme^ The Reason - Track 3


My peoples, I apologize for taking so long in uploading the third Gulliver's Gun track, but as you know, shit/life happens, and it prevented us from releasing when we intended to. This one is over the quite funky "Plunge part 3", and it's one of the songs that directly ties into "The Traveler's" journey, if you know what to listen for. We've got another one coming out very soon to make up for the lost time, so stay tuned!

And don't forget, And The Traveler's Album is coming out in just a short week! More details are below.

**And The Traveler will be playing a record release show on May 10th at Webster Hall as well, so make sure to get tickets to support one of the best bands to come out of Westchester, and make sure to pick up a copy of their CD on May 7th, available on Amazon, itunes, and Spotify, I've put links to their stuff below, check it out!**

www.AndTheTraveler.com

Facebook.com/AndTheTraveler

Tickets to the May 10th show:

www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEven…FERRAL_ID=studio

Middle Earth Madness (Over ATT's Plunge Part 1)

Gulliver's Gun - "The Road ^The Rhyme^ The Reason" - Track 4



The name of our EP, “The Road ^The Rhyme^ The Reason”, was quite obviously inspired by the name of And The Traveler’s debut album (the one we’re sampling from), “The Road, The Reason”. Now this isn’t because we were too lazy to come up with something else, or because we had no other ideas, rather it’s because our EP tells a story that exists within the world that And The Traveler has created. We're not sure how many tracks we'll make, though “Middle Earth Madness” will take place near the end of the Gulliver’s Gun journey, when The Author is starting to question the journey, and Gion Ra is committed to finishing it. Inspiration hit us both for this one before the others, which is the reason we’re releasing it out of order. Our bad. 


**And The Traveler will be playing a record release show on May 10th at Webster Hall as well, so make sure to get tickets to support one of the best bands to come out of Westchester, and make sure to pick up a copy of their CD on May 7th, available on Amazon, itunes, and Spotify, I've put links to their stuff below, check it out!**

And The Traveler Facebook

Tickets to the show on May 10th

Departure (over ATT's "Steps")

Gulliver's Gun - "The Road ^The Rhyme^ The Reason" - Track 1

My peoples, welcome to this special edition of the Monthly Quarterly, featuring beats sampled from And The Traveler's upcoming debut album, "The Road, The Reason". And The Traveler is one of the best (if not the best) upcoming bands in Westchester, hailing from Yonkers, NY, and they're set to release their record on May 7th.

They gave me and Gion Ra access to a rough cut of it, and since they're so dope, we sampled it and made hip-hop versions of our favorite cuts. The project is called Gulliver's Gun, and tracks from it will be replacing my Monthly Quarterly each week until May 7th, to celebrate, as well as promote the release of the CD.

And The Traveler will be playing a record release show on May 10th at Webster Hall as well, so make sure to get tickets to support one of the best bands to come out of Westchester, and make sure to pick up a copy of their CD on May 7th, available on Amazon, itunes, and Spotify, I've put links to their stuff below, check it out!

And The Traveler Facebook

Tickets to the show on May 10th

You Call Yourself an Emcee?

Track 16 - Volume II

Production: Don Asero


A lot of the times when I tell people I'm an emcee, they usually ask: "How's that different from being a rapper?"

An emcee is always a rapper, but a rapper isn't necessarily an emcee. Rapping is the art of putting words over a beat, and then saying them with rhythm (known as flow). Rappers do this, but that's about where they stop. There's usually nothing more to their lyrics except for disconnected, albeit clever metaphors, and similes about how dope they are. Some can rap extraordinarily well, but they have no idea how to make a song.

Emcees are rappers who learned how to rap, and then learned how to make songs. Their lyrics usually match the tone of the beat, and they change up their flows for each one, making the track cohesive. Their tracks move the crowd, the essence of the abbreviation, "MC". They do so not only physically, but emotionally as well. Emcees can make you feel anger, happiness, sadness, or any other emotion with their tracks. Most rappers can't do this.

One of the most widely considered "best" guitarists of all time is Jimi Hendrix. Even though there are a lot of guitarists that are technically more proficient, they couldn't do what Jimi did. Just because they can solo like no one else, doesn't mean that they could write memorable guitar parts, something that Jimi did constantly, and consistently. And just because some people can put some words that flow together over a beat, that doesn't make them an emcee.

Lyrics

I never got the book of hip-hop rules and regulations.

Apparently I should fill my lyrics with mostly defamations.

According to chapter nine, I’m not braggadocious enough; I should be spitting about how I made it despite a life so rough.

Then again, according to chapter ten, you’re allowed to exaggerate. The life you actually lead makes no difference.

So maybe I should talk about how much cash I have, although my bank account reads zero, there’s no need for people to know that.

What you need to know, and this I learned from chapter fifteen, is that my flow is so flawless that you could call it Sistine.

A line comparing myself to Michelangelo should follow, but not only is that cliché, but it makes the line feel hollow.

It hardly makes any sense, but that’s what hip-hop is right?

Lyrics don’t have to make sense, as long as the flow is tight.

Anyways, that’s what I think the book is trying to teach.

Sure, it’ll make you a rapper, but it won’t make you an emcee.

Just because you put some words over beats, that doesn’t mean that you can call yourself an emcee.

Now these are just some rules that seem set into place.

‘Cause every other rapper follows suit, they’ve no original tastes.

Though it’s over thirty, hip-hop is still considered young.

Though it’s the only genre with no subs, like a school with no funds, like an fps with one gun, like a bakery with just buns. When it comes to styles a ton. Yet hip-hop is still grouped as one?

Now that doesn’t make any sense at all to me. Yet that’s how it’s presented to the majority of society.

The reason being is that most of these candy rappers take the role of a candy wrapper, shiny, cause inside there’s nothing but crap, or they claim to represent a whole entire genre. Don’t realize that by doing so they’re cannibalizing like piranha.

They try to adhere to what they think hip-hop should be:

Bullshit, lined with metaphors, set to rhyme over a beat, with incoherent lyrics that don’t match the instrumental. Something emcees would never do, but then that’s fundamentals.   

Just because you put some words over beats, that doesn’t mean that you can call yourself an emcee.

Got your own style, though it’s far from unique. And yes, you have a decent flow, control over the technique.

Just because you put some words over beats, that doesn’t mean that you can call yourself an emcee. 

Troubles with God

Track 15 - Volume II
Production: Blackbird Productions (The Author)


Almost everyone knows that old saying, "When it rains, it pours". Mostly because of just how true it seems to be. Life is pretty good at waiting until things are already going wrong to make even more things go wrong, and a lot of times it seems like it's too much to handle.

A lot of people find solace by placing their faith in a higher being, a practice I'm very familiar with. Unfortunately however, if you do have faith and your life only seems to be getting worse, you might start to have a problem with the concept of a God. Even more so if you believe that god is watching over you. With that thought process in mind, let me tell ya'll a story.

Lyrics

These troubles with God are getting too hard.

I’ve been taking so many hits; I’ve got scars on top of scars.

I’ve been taking too many shots; I’ve been seeing some stars.

Uppercut and spin kicked with no pause to hit start.

Health at one percent, but somehow I stay alive.

The more life throws at me, the more I defy.

It’s exhausting to say the least, but at least I’m trying.

Though I lose a bit of strength with every premature goodbye.   

A reminder: there’s no escaping this struggle.

The more I sharpen my teeth, the more he tightens the muzzle.

Honestly, I’m about to snap, ‘cause where I’m at there’s no going back.

All I need is some slack, and I can’t even get that.

They say God doesn’t give you more than you can handle, but doesn’t give enough to burn both ends of this candle.

I guess it’s why they made suicide a sin, ‘cause it seems the game of life its impossible to win.

And if I dare glance outside, I know I won’t be greeted with any ray of light.

I’ll probably see that other motherfucker drive by.

Haven’t seen him years, but it’s never enough time.

He gives me a wave letting me know he’s coming through.

In his busted ass hooptie, all I can think is “Fuck you,”

You’re never invited; though I guess this time you let us know.

It’s about the same when you don’t though. It still blows.

And so you come through, then you take somebody new

We’d rather you not take anyone, but it doesn’t matter to you.

You leave what’s left of a family clouded with grief.

Make it hard to do anything, especially sleep.

So, maybe you can tell me how is god doing these days.

He’s only been sending troubles my way.

But sending you again, that’s just ridiculous.

He was already trying to break my spirit; now I guess he’s serious.

So please god, try to break my spirit again.

Because the tougher you make it, the more it makes me want to win.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and you been making my troubles too big

I’m going to best ‘em all.

Made my own slingshot out of drive and perseverance, so I see your goliath as only more experience.

After all, you can’t level up without beating the demons.

But now I’m feeling kind of bad, cause your demons are fleeing.

Try to use greed, dangle that proverbial carrot. But that’s not why I run; I can see you trying to damn it.

I see you’re getting lazier while I’m getting more lavish, I’m seeing more girls that see no point in wearing the habit.

Now I don’t mean to offend those that do believe.

But God hasn’t been doing much for me recently.

Maybe that’ll change, but for the time being, I’ll believe in the only thing I can, and that’s me.

Do You Speak English?

Track 14 - Volume II
Production: Adapted and arranged by Blackbird Productions (The Author), Original by Alice Danger




This track is slightly inspired by truth, but it's mostly a fictional story I made up after listening to the beat a few times. It's also an excuse to try spitting something in Spanish, which I've been wanting to do for a while now (I spoke it before I learned how to speak english). The lyrics are also in spanish, but you can probably throw them in google translate if you're curious to know what I'm saying.

Lyrics:

It was late on a Friday night; I was on stage with the septet.

The crowd was digging the vibe, and in it I saw a girl I hadn’t met.

My eyes met hers, and for a moment I almost fucked up my verse.

Though I didn’t hit a block like swerve, skillfully sub some words with a curse.

Anyways, back to the other day. As soon as I exited the stage, I was after her like a delay. Not religious but I certainly was preying. Needed some courage, so I took a shot. Not cowardly, but dawg, she was pretty hot. When I found her she was dancing, but alone so I saw my chance and I caught her glance again; I didn’t even try to pretend.

Let her know with my eyes I was feeling that vibe; it was one I could apprehend.

So I moved closer, and took her hand in mine. She smiled at me, so I pulled her close, and she remained supine.

She pressed up against me, letting me know it was on like a Nintendo red light.

Maybe my game wasn’t so broke, but still a good blow will set me right.

And I just started the night, but she was gorgeous, level: drop dead.

So I leaned into her ear, and this is what I said:  

“Pardon me senorita, just want to say I’m pleased to meet you.

I know it’s cliché, but I speak Spanish so I’ll say it anyways.”

She said, “I don’t believe it,” rolled her eyes at me and then said:

“why don’t you prove it to me,” with a smirk that showed her disbelief.

“Okay,” I responded. “What would you like me to say?”

“Anything,” she said skeptically. “As long as it’s not so cliché”

This girl had no idea, so I decided to make things clear.

Sweetheart, listen here.

Bueno, eso es facil mija. Pero entiendo porqué no me crees.

Asi va para hombre como yo, con cada otra mujer.

Me miran a mi color y entonce piensan que soy un gringo.

Pero con nombre hispano, un idea porque es algo que no tengo.

Y la gente están diciendo por alli que soy venao.

Amigos dicen que son rumores pero tu me tienes amarrado.

Tus ojos me vuelven loco, bonita como un loto,

Y cuando sonríes me dame querer a besarte un poco.

So, miss don’t believe me, Esto es que yo descubri:

No puedes suponer cuando tu no me conoces.

Y ahora tengo que ir, no es que tengo querer.

Bailando contigo era un placer, y quiero seguir.

And that’s when I realized that she had no clue what I just said.

Cause when I went to leave, she asked me why, she didn’t understand.

Girl you could’ve stopped me, instead you let me waste some time.

But I let it slide, it’s hard to argue with a girl so fine.

Previously...

Track 13 - Volume II
Production: Dialectic




Welcome back to The Author's Monthly Quarterly my peoples! This track starts off volume two, "Loving the Struggle", 'cause at some point you realize that the struggle helps define you, and in some cases, makes you who you are. You have to love that shit! 

"Previously..." is basically recapping what happened on the last season of "The Music Industry", and what awaits us on the next one. It seemed that music was doomed, but just based on the talent coming out of the local scene, it looks like it's getting a phoenix down to the face. This track is also a shout out to all the local bands and groups that I grew playing with, listening to, or play with and listen to now. I'll try to get links to their music and post them soon. Stay tuned for the next Monthly Quarterly!


Lyrics

Previously…On the last season of the music industry:

The rise of pop music that sold started to crush originality.

Lyrical nuance was drowning, as was song complexity, against the torrents of cliché lyrics, played over the same drumbeats.

Not to mention the torrents that let people get it all for free. The birth of the mp3: a curse to record companies. Paired with online distribution, it marked the death of albums.

People will love a song, but end up only buying that one.

They went from selling concepts, to selling singles. Selling an idea, to selling songs good for commercial jingles.

What happened to the passion? What happened to the feeling? Singing about getting fucked up is only so appealing.

And young musicians see that that’s what sells, so with every brand new artist we get swagger-jackers that don’t do as well.  

Though it didn’t matter to the music industry, until they started losing profits ‘cause they don’t believe.

‘Cause previously, they had a model that worked.

And previously, no one thought that it could get any worse.

But previously I started working, and previously I just got done.

Previously the Monthly quarterly just started its run.

And previously it seemed that music was doomed, ‘cause previously every great new artist was simply exhumed.

But previously I realized that a change is coming soon.

So stay tuned.

The situation seems dismal; it’s always darkest before the dawn, and it’s that same darkness in which the Author was born.

Along with Blackbird Productions, I’ll start hip-hop’s reconstruction. Hell, every genre with all these dope artists from near the Hudson.

So C-4 yourself, with A. Webb, Crills, Googie, and Gion Ra. Take a seat at the Old Table at the Hot Club of Shangri-La.

Find yourself in a cave, crickets songs reverberating, or in a random motel with a 6 out of 6 rating

Genuinely imitating no one and these somebody’s; familiar but fresh, a breath of originality.

The road might be rocky, but regardless we’ll keep on pressing, with Kensho and Bingus Jones, there’s no need to be stressing.

We’ve got sisters that are wolves, and the travelers are brothers of ours.

Practice so damn much, you can call us Mr. Hours.

Not to mention Miss Danger, a contradiction so hectic.

And last but far from least, the beat smith known as Dialectic. 

High Road (feat. Gion Ra)

Track 4 - The Danger Contradiction EP


First off, let me apologize for the scattered and inconsistent schedule. A few obstacles came in the way of this project along the way, and Miss Danger and I weren't able to get together as often as we initially intended. With that being said, "High Road" (featuring Gion Ra, a dope artist I've known for a long time), will be the last release from The Danger Contradiction before it gets put on hiatus. Next week I'll be going back to my semi-weekly release with the Monthly Quarterly, Volume 2! Stay tuned my peoples. 


Being in a relationship takes work, and for the most part, breakups are inevitable. Some people try to get back together after the fact, but unless the breakup was a huge misunderstanding, it probably won't last.

Sometimes it isn't even due to a lack of love, some people just aren't meant to be together. It's tough to accept that fact sometimes, and if you contest it you only end up making it harder for the other person and yourself. High Road or low road, it doesn't matter, you're going to crash either way.

Lyrics


You could say I took the high road, I guess.
I accepted the situation with a smile no less.
I was even asked to not make it harder than it had to be.
Doused in gasoline, on fire, and then asked politely not to scream.
I thought sure; I guess I can do that. Priorities just don’t match. thought only of negatives, that way
I’d never want to go back, least until opinion is fact, so when I hear about how we weren’t good together, I’ll believe that.        
It wasn’t a lack of love that did us in however, 
and knowing we can never be together doesn’t make me feel better.
And even in sunny weather, I can’t help but feel a shiver. Feeling withered cause now I’m only consuming shit that hurts my liver.
It seems to me that we were just a glitch; something that should’ve never happened, though somehow it did.
Had to burn the photos of us, and the film that held the rest.
Cause even the negatives are picturesque.

You did me wrong. I should've taken that high road all along.
And it first it seemed so calm. Don't you know we're destined for a storm? 

Yeah, I know what you mean, man.
Had a girl that Made you feel like a real champ.
But you can’t go on the affirmation, that her comfort and warmth will outweigh the situation.

It’s easy to begin a relationship and not completely know what it takes to be in it.
The low road; you’ve got to go it alone.
But on the last leg, the race will be the reward.
And if you don’t, the weeds will overgrow, and that one patch of path can trap when nature takes it back.

So, what’s it gonna be Author?
High road, or low road? Struggle or torture?
‘Cause simple and cozy won’t do nothing for you.

You gotta follow your heart. Boy, take it from me.

Miss Marie

Track 3 - The Danger Contradiction EP 

It's that feeling you get the first time you meet your first love, that giddy excitement you have because you've never felt this way before. But damn, does it feel good. It makes you feel like you're on a cloud up high, good enough to make you write love letters. 

These are the first two letters written to Miss Marie. I've posted ones that were written much later then these, they're on the Prologue to the Epilogue EP. You can find a link to it above.

Lyrics

I fell like snow on a warm day, before it recognized as rain.

Love hit me and I fell for you, and I never knew.

How could I be so Blind? 

In my eyes I could never picture you and I. 

Dear Marie -

I gotta tell you something. I can’t stop thinking about that kiss; it’s got me bugging.

I shunned you for a while due to the rumors and stories. In fact, before we met that night; I was kind of worried.

My mama’s been told me about how you would mess with me, if I started chilling with you she’d say, “She’ll bring you down, just watch and see. She hangs out with the wrong crowd, you don’t know what she’s about, the type that will make you skip class and eventually fail out.”

I knew she had the best intentions, but I had a deficit in attention, it’s what kept me in detention. So I ignored her, had a night I’ll never forget, hanging out with you in secret on the high school steps.

And when we kissed?

It made my heart race, yet all I had was a small taste. So would you maybe want to go on a date?

I know you have a bad rep, but you should know I don’t care. To be honest, I once did. But now I would never d dare. So what do you say, I’ll pick you up around eight or nine, take us to a secluded place where we can see the stars shine.

It’s easy to forget what the world has to offer. But with you I’m reminded, so hit me back.

Love,

The Author

Miss Marie -

I know it’s only been a few days, but that date was something else, it left my mind in a haze.

That first kiss was so incredible; it made hooking up inevitable. But something happened to me that night: I fell in love with you. 

You made me see things from a new perspective; loose ideas that I’ve had for years were finally perfected.

And not to mention the fact, that when I finally got back creativity seethed, you wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been waiting for that.

A new muse, inspired me without breaking my heart. Get me to the boss, no life lost, not even one restart.

The best part is, is that I’ll never have to leave you. Can’t think of a situation where you and I would be through. And that’s true. In my view, we’re like bamboo and glue: strong enough to withstand a kick from a boxing glove wearing kangaroo.

Make me feel like the king of the iron fist. Not the one from RZA though, the one from Tekken if you know what that is. Far from the type that only tries to get with you when drunk, or say that you were just a phase, cause they were stupid and young.

So excuse my formality, but I want to do it proper.

Ms. Juana, will you be my girl?

With love,

The Author

Repeat All

Track 2 - The Danger Contradiction EP

If you've ever had the unfortunate experience of being in a relationship that straight up sucked, but you stayed in it for whatever reason, you'll understand where we're coming from on this track.

You know those relationships: They start off great, but slowly and gradually start to turn to shit. you ignore every single negative aspect of it (even though some are glaringly obvious), until you either, A) Get dumped, and finally see said flaws when you're trying to make yourself feel better, or B) Realize the flaws on your own, and "break free".

I put that in quotes because you'll most likely end up in another relationship just like it, despite your previous experience. The same patterns emerge. The same underhanded hostility aimed at you begins again. It's like forgetting to change a CD, so you end up listening to it again, over and over.

"Wait, didn't we hear this one like five times already?"

(Lyrics)
Let me tell you about this girl I hate, we used to date, a bitch with the gift to manipulate.

I wish I could say it started out great, though I was wrapped around her finger, from the very first day.

I’d drag myself down to Essex, hoping that she’d make a presence, and if she did, we’d scout for bars that seemed extra pretentious.

And could we get in? Hell no. But those were the best I had to dress with.

Fuck - I should’ve been offended.

She’d tell me that she’s better and she’s not.

She’s a listless fucking hipster, and I’m hot.

I only wish that I had seen it before, but I'm signing off. I closed the chapter, shutting the door.

I cut my chains; I broke my leash.

Finally. I’m free.

Well not completely, I think you might’ve missed one.

That one chain that pulls you right back when you think that you’re done.

I cut my chains; I broke my leash.

Finally. I’m free.

Who you trying to convince? It seems you don’t have a problem with blissful ignorance.

Miss Danger, you’re in danger of becoming a stranger to yourself.

I say this and, unfortunately, know this situation well.

A strange form of denial, it’s versatile, and lasts a while. Until the next one comes along and shackles you back up with a smile.

Rinse. Wash. Repeat, same breaking free, though in quotes.

Sing the same song; though I guess this time the chains might be a rope.

The same old story about how you don’t want her back.

Remember however, she was your world; it’s never as easy as that.

She had you counting daisy petals, finding solace in spirits; Amaretto won’t be the same, as much as you try to forget it.

Those bedroom eyes that once hypnotized are now a nightmare. It’s kind of like a train wreck. You try, but can’t help but stare.

Except, you’re the one in it. You tried to avoid it but didn’t. Throughout it you acted so timid, until you were taken past your limit.

By now you have to recognize the patterns; they don’t evolve.

Notice you heard this one before; stuck on repeat all.