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A Delay-riden haze of reverse vocals around deep bass and relentless kick drums, Yestermoons talks of the importance of relishing the present moment. Moving through dream scenes and myths tinged darkly the journey is rounded off with a clip of 70's Eastern Mystic Alan Watts talking of the hoax of the promised future.
lyrics
Pester, don’t let your mind fester
Yestermoons don’t let the past stress ya
So your grafting for the future yeah?
Well just remember that the now is where it’s happening here
So check the clouds form a thousand pictures
Alan Wattsing with that eastern wisdom
Flicker, see the lights through the blinds,
And the afternoon sun trickle through the prisms
But does it matter if it isn’t?
Cos everything change so there’s nothing different
I’m just tryna feel some love up in this life I’m living
I’m just tryna feel some love up in this life I’m living
Gotta give it of you want it back
But they wanna try snatch from an honest man
So I snip it where the strings attached
And disappear like a hologram
Following the traces...
See the ghosts in the eyes of their faces.
Pure visions in my dreams lately
Should probably figure what it means maybe
Over-analysis ain’t anyway to channel this though
Battle with demons try steer away from fiends mainly
Lethargy yeah this weeds hazy
The pleasures mine think it’s marvellous to meet Hades
Back of my mind saying no, tryna calculate why
That’s when cerberus start chewing through my feet crazy
You’d be an eediat not to read the signs
Proliferated pixels read between the lines
They’ll snatch your fingers for a piece of pie
The smoke lingers and it stings ya eyes
But real as steel this is fortified
Babylon’ll burn with them chordy lies
Pinch of salt though its border line
40 days yo and 40 nights
40 days yo and 40 nights
Nah it really wasn’t advertised
Tryna read between the paralines
All a paradigm
Through my narrow eyes
Paralyzed
Tryna sacrafice
Grass green in the paradise
credits
from BRUCE,
released March 5, 2021
Written by N. Graham (Sentric Music), Samuel Joseph & S. Temple-Smith (Copyright Control). Produced by Purple Cloud. Additional Production by Joseph Efi, Sample courtesy of Alan Watts. Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering
supported by 11 fans who also own “Yestermoons / Future Fiend”
Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic