Forth World

by Device Grips

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released 29 May 2015

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Device Grips Portland, Oregon

Flashy horns, vintage beats, crunchy funk guitar, power hungry bass lines, Vocals like titans, anthems of the demi-gods.
Forged from cast iron, sent to earth on meteorite: Device Grips is a creature birthed by Aphrodite and Mars {son of Zeus}

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Track Name: Traffic
I know what it’s like to be stuck in the Traffic, trying to rise above the static, feeling like an addict. Shift to the Manual on the track with automatics, and flip the script if you have to, depending on your theatrics. I’m quite the stones throw away from being perfect, traversing through the traffic while I wonder if it’s worth it. Stuck on the straight and narrow, it gets hard to reverse it, until your pace is steady and all your gears are working.

So, tonight I’m driving til’ the sun drops, by the Cascade locks, over all the treetops.
I’ll find a road that few walk, with eyes burning into the sun.
You see me moving like I’m always in the fast lane, but you already know.

I know what it’s like to be caught in the traffic, defeated by your habits, competing for that cabbage. It can be so damn dramatic, love is a funny term that turns man into savage, and it turns life into damage when it’s more than you can manage. Whether your sacrifice will lead you to the lavish lifestyles of the Rich & Painless to the Tamed & Shameless to the Dull & Faceless.

So, tonight I’m driving til’ the sun drops, by the Cascade locks, over all the treetops.
I’ll find a road that few walk, with eyes burning into the sun.
You see me moving like I’m always in the fast lane, but you already know.
Track Name: Broken Wing
BROKEN WING
So much more than just a nine to five, eight hours plus a two hour drive. So much more than living this lie, I’ve broke my back and lost my voice from screaming:
“I’m alive”

They can tell you what you want to hear, but honey, that ain’t the whole truth.
They’ll convince you what you need to own, until they own you.
I keep strumming my guitar, but I know I’m running from my youth.
They say a broken wing brings solitude, Don’t mind if I do.

Broken wrist, tattered clothes, they say my scattered art is my wretched prose.
Death is the cost, it’s gotta be paid in full, but it hurts to see money exchanged for souls. Living life to play a role, it takes a toll.

They can tell you what you want to hear, but honey, that ain’t the whole truth.
They’ll convince you what you need to own, until they own you.
I keep strumming my guitar, but I know I’m running from my youth.
They can tell you what your supposed to do.
They can tell you what your supposed to do, but honey, that ain’t you.

They say a broken wing brings solitude, Don’t mind if I do.
They say that death is the crow that teaches you to fly.

Broken wing, but it taught me how to fly. I tend to rock it with not much in my pocket; if I got something I’ll hock it. Wind beneath my feet, memories in a locket, somewhere in between Hunter S. Thompson and Davey Crockett.
A light socket don’t do much til the bulb is turned, get it how you get it. Good things in life they should be earned, and spread like my ashes in the sacred ferns just to watch it burn, no I won’t ever learn. Yes, I’m honest, but I tend to be a piece of shit, when I find the problem I tend to be a part of it. This is the crop-dusted generation X-men, moving like Ms. Pac Man, burning life at both ends. What we say is never what we do, gotta step on a few, and drown a few heads to find the truths’ scattered remains spread out on the Highway. When I die, I hope my soul can fly away.

They can tell you what you want to hear, but honey that ain’t the whole truth.
They’ll convince you what you need to own, until they own you.
I keep strumming my guitar, but I know I’m running from my youth.
They can tell you what your supposed to do.
They can tell you what your supposed to do, but honey that ain’t you.

They say a broken wing brings solitude, Don’t mind if I do.
They say that death is the crow that teaches you to fly.
Or you can lay down and die~
Track Name: Odin Punch
It’s on til it’s gone.

I’m coming live from this landslide, trying to find a point of you.
Lifting my weights at the bar, racking my brain for the reasons I do what I do.
Lacking the means to pay all my dues, counting in threes and moving in twos.
Consuming the beat and becoming the muse, Feeling the heat-
From all those summer nights, so lusty and nefarious, times were so hilarious,
I caught a busty sprite Aquarius, now life gets so precarious, so I live it like it’s ending. Catch the drift, I found the love I lost when I stopped pretending-
We’re on the same path and all the others have gone astray. Try to find a balance, smoking roaches in the ashtray. Looking for my coaches while I alley strut,
Listening to Cali-smut, breaking up that Oregreen. I’m on the road til bust, I’m smoking that coat-tail dust, I’m not like most of us, I’m craving the deeper waters. Stuck in the crust, on top of the cusp, Life is a bitch, but that is a crutch, this is my dawn until it is dusk, now watch me kill hours for minutes to busk.

It’s on, til it’s gone.
I keep moving the goods by finding the bids & seeking the truth to humble the kids,
Reaching for youth while breaking the skids, creating a movement to die in the rift.

I’m back on it, heavy hits of the chronic, a voice so analog, and yet it feels so electronic. Staring at the super moon, sipping the eclipse, base my timing on the lunar cycles of my lady’s hips. I work a double shift, and practice til it rips. I’m eating up the competition with my vocal trips. I’m riding tidal waves, a shifted moon consumes the planet, Staring at the sun and howling up at the Apollo Landing.
The ground is granted, my thoughts are tandem, This universe is never random, depending on your rhythm, consistency and vision. I make vivid tracks to follow; these conditions are hard to swallow. Yes, we’re predatory beings and we’re preying on tomorrow, so make timeless music, because all this time is borrowed. Hollow as the moon, as brittle as the earth. I make apocalyptic tunes; that’s just how I define my work.
Track Name: Last Days
At the crossroads, and I’m trying to find a way through these last days.
Lost in the shadows til I’m dying to get away in these last days.

Living my life in spite of the enemies, music is my vice, my only true memory, Broken reality, soul needs a remedy, get through melody., find an identity. I gotta break out of this box so hard then move this message through all the blocks downtown. and If I find a way, I’ll make sure that my family don’t go hungry during these last days of machines and plastic. My mother died twice, she still lives to this day, she taught me that time is precious and our bodies will decay. So, I keep a strong mind, and I keep my goals on lock, and just because the birds migrate don’t mean you gotta flock. Sure, it’s true the early bird gets the worm, but with 5 minutes to midnight we should be concerned. Will we ever learn? I feel like I’m telling myself that, while I’m wondering where all the wealth’s at, unemployed considering welfare.

At the crossroads, and I’m trying to find a way through these last days.
Lost in the shadows til I’m dying to get away in these last days.

I want to find peace, where the earth and my soul meet, where the satisfaction of my impact lifts me off my feet. To feel complete, when all the threads holding me back release and time slow down to a point where I am free.
This is my life and I’m on a path, focus the music and finish the task, remember to laugh and always look up but never look back. I try to relax while walking around on brass tacks, I’m living out of backpacks sporting goodwill denim. No money in these pockets, but the money is the venom. Trying to catch me for my possessions is petty, catch me in the night-I’m ready, yellow shades and a machete.
and If it’s a routine that your stuck on, try and define your body and mind and know that it can get better in time. It’s selfish for a moment, until you finally break through, unless it’s just you stuck at the:

Crossroads, and I’m trying to find a way through these last days.
Lost in the shadows til I’m dying to get away in these last days.

Life is twisted, if you get it, light it, hit it and then pass it. Some times when your gifted your dreams get wrapped in plastic. The path I chose is not the fastest, but you move to quick at the cost of crashing. I’m in the fast lane holding on to my sanity, cause life can be a fishbowl full of sweat tears and vanity. If it’s not what you planned to be, If you don’t know where you started from, listen to your heart move to the beat of a different drum. Life is novel so I try hard to read it. I’m just a grain in the gravel, but I don’t feel defeated. I’m bleeding proof on a mission for the truth, trying to break down the barriers that separate me and you. Honestly I don’t know the fate of my true purpose yet, and it’s obvious these obstacles might be too hard to circumvent, that’s why I’m working it, I’m gravy where’s the turkey at. I’m a man on a mission living life inside a circus tent.

At the crossroads, and I’m trying to find a way through these last days.
Lost in the shadows til I’m dying to get away in these last days.
Track Name: The Ratch
What is time if it was never spent? What is the weight of your words if it’s not what you meant? They say the truth of our existence is past-tense, maybe that’s good enough for you, but I’m not convinced.

What is a sacrifice if you never succumb to the pressure? What is the issue when you overcome? Drench the body in pain until it feels numb. Wash the fear away in the rain and come back with two cents change and then some. Hold my life ransom, too many demands, and the payout ain’t to handsome. Fuck it. I’ll let it ride, throw my dice on the table and put my hands in the sky. Lights flashing, no money left for passion, a hefty bounty on the head of anybody asking. Question the authority and wind up in a casket. It’s drastic. This generation is tragic, these politics are classic: Give the people comforts then take it away and charge them for it, start a war, write an anthem and make them memorize the chorus. We’ve got to rise up, cause nobody is going to do it for us. We’ve got to rise up, otherwise the evil will destroy us.
Track Name: Andromeda
How many people would be attacking me, saying that I can’t rap about conspiracies, just stick to harmonies and tell me you’re phat. But I’m in the obese factory, not exactly practical to say that I’m tactical, but I deliver it spitting it factual. In the home of the slave market and underground reptilians, we’re still under the watch of the serpent, vermin & villains. The alive want to die, the dead want to live again, in these days of the greys, when will it ever be chill again? To walk outside at night?, To breathe the air?, To use your mind?, To eat real food?, To redefine the times?, The enemy’s already here, and we’re just waiting in line, you can neglect it,
but that means you’re already infected: Human project ejected.
How many people know that they be tracking you with a nano-chip, deep underneath your skin next to your bones before they asked you to? How many times it feels like someone’s watching us? It’s so anonymous, but it’s like the answers right on top of us. Andromeda.
Born into wonder, Living with struggle.
If your heart is with evil, then you’ll die in the hustle.
My energy drives this vehicle; if they kill me then I’ll bleed out.
To them, I’m just another element of truth that they can weed out.
Born into wonder, Living with struggle.
If your heart is with evil, then you’ll die in the hustle.
Track Name: Blue Tint
My Baby left me once, cause I don’t know where I go in the nighttime.
My baby left me twice, cause I don’t act too nice in the daytime.
Every time I think about the chance I seem to get caught up,
About what could have been, but now and then,
I try to spend more time alone. Cause I need some space to vent.
Cause I can’t pretend.

I can’t pretend that I don’t know where I’ve been spending all of my time, On you?

I left my baby once, cause I don’t know where she goes in the nighttime.
I left my baby twice, cause she don’t act too nice in the daytime.
Every time I think about the chance I seem to get caught up,
About what could have been, but now and then,
I try to spend more time alone. Cause I need some space to vent.
Cause I can’t pretend.

I can’t pretend that I don’t know where I’ve been spending all of my time, On you?

Now I’m all alone, but I’ve got so much time to spend
in the daytime, in the nighttime, in the anytime.
I would love you again, but I just don’t know how
in the daytime, in the nighttime, in the anytime.
Every time I think about the chance I seem to get caught up,
About what could have been, but now and then,
I try to spend more time alone. Cause I need some space to vent.
Cause I can’t pretend.

I can’t pretend that I don’t know where I’ve been spending all of my time, On you?
Track Name: Hella Kitty pt. A
I don’t know if this is right. Is this what I should be doing with my life?
Stay up at night, insomnia keeps me warm, eyes wide open, steady, waiting for the storm or the smoke alarm. Thinking of all my hardships, all the demons I keep on lock & all the bullshit. Poorly managed lifestyle- I’m always on a fringe, binge to binge, I’d like to escape it for a while, but this is it: this is the life that I had dreamt of.
All that happened was supposed to in an effort to be loved. Now my dreams are nightmares on wax, panic attacks, I wish time was kinder. I wish I was less bitter, in need of a twin cities winter, made from frozen wood, but I am just a splinter.
Back to the grind, always beginner, try to stay fresh in my mind, but this is real life like: Stare at the monitor all day, then get home to my guitar and I hope that it plays.
Work for shit-wage and I hope that it pays, On this lonely island, I’m trapped in a decade. Limits bend at the frigid ends of an empire that’s soon to die. But after all, these dreams were made to decay and they were built on mud that slides. But I’m in it for the ride. Self Sacrifice, float with the tides, keep writing my verses til I reach the other side. Keep punching clocks just to survive, keep punching clocks til I learn how to provide. I hope that it all goes right, Hope I catch up with my sub-conscious in the night, a form of stage fright. I’m not scared of the stage, I’m scared of the crowds not sticking around, making me question my life.
Track Name: Hella Kitty pt. B
I am always wasting my words like “Honey, don’t worry, this will all blow over soon”
In a storm, everything looks different than before.
On the other side, everything looks just fine.
It’s funny how these things change when there’s too much life,
but there’s not enough time, And there’s too much on my mind.
Track Name: Break Noose pt. A
Break noose style, I haven’t hung my words up by their vowels in a while,
I still wish I was a child. I know that I should appreciate life and crack a smile,
but my stomach is sick and vile, the stress has got me toxic.
Wish I could toss my life in with the dirty laundry and then wash it,
all the pressure got me nauseous, these times got me watching the clock.
I’m seeing if it stops, not a fish in a barrel but a fish on a dock:
Out of water, motionless, hoping this life can be another chance to break the truth open and leave it exposed. But it’s hard to see in the light; When the bulb is broken, and the fixtures frozen, all my fear is loathing.
I don’t mind, I’ll break through to you at another time.
If you don’t mind, I’d like to live my life one struggle at a time.
Turn the page and keep moving, it wouldn’t be truth, if it wasn’t worth proving.
No time to heal, no aloe Vera soothing, made from Minnesota tracks and formed a PDX fusion, it’s an illusion: misery and confusion, they’re just constructs of your mind and they’re causing your pollution. Reach deep into your soul and find a solution, cause there is more to life than money, standards and institutions.
I don’t mind, I’ll break through to you at another time.
If you don’t mind, I’d like to live my life one struggle at a time.