I'm the mellow coffee type, no wait, I don't drink that, only eggs & pigfat. I need a pen to write my thoughts down, ideas are shooting out my head, kinda looking like a crown. Stare at the ground covered with leaves, kinda like the day covers the night, cluttered thieves dweebs, and gutterpunks, music fiends and alley cats all looking for the hidden messages listening to dumbo rap. I'm wondering where the heart is at, lost in the system, we've lost the cardiac pressure. Yes, the new ill is good, but we need it fresher, create a land within our heads, so vivid and full of texture, then cook it up til its confection. sugar pop. stop radio, here we go with the heartthrobs in the radio mix. It sticks to your lungs and makes you fat, but it's where the kids are at: on the corner pulling tricks. Here's your shoes, only wear them if they fit, you can refuse to lose and make a living off of tips. There's always room for more on all of these sinking ships. most of us are fighting to live while a few us are biting our lips. In the days I've spent on my own, 2000 miles away from what I've called home. I don't need much, I barely sleep at all. I've pretty much lost touch but I still have my song. I've lost the hope, in the frosted weather, I've lost the tether keeping me attached to earth so I'll keep floating on forever, and I replaced my maybes with always and nevers, if you get too close, it will probably be severed in an effort to better my situation, circumstances and politics, Stay broke or broken even the rich man with his wallet thick, you can call him sick, but the disease is worldwide: dissatisfaction with our live--too much pride. what I want to say is that good makes great, and lies make fake. and what is a small ripple to you, to another, is an earthquake. and when life is so collective and you can't shake the shade, sometimes a shift in perspective is all it takes. In the days I've spent inside my mind looking for answers to question that I can't define. {yes} the path is narrow and the wind is strong, but with tracks on the ground this train keeps moving along.........
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}