Avelino - Prey
How about, 'CA 2.'?
Ay up. Excuse me jumping in, "hold the front page".
Blessings, seen this. Goes up, on sight.
Keri:
[cont.]
Not, Cocaine Anon.?
'Confession Anonymous'.
1. We admitted we were powerless over deception - that our lives had become unmanageable.
2. Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.
4. Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
And, so on.
Like to come?
Like to cop out. 'Billie Jean' brummin' away, excuse the brevity and clarity; J, D, I.
Just do it.
Practice being upturned. Get the energy up and on, from, being wrong. Best move, one that stands us up. Done younger, the better, and makes y'look, and come across, so.
Get Happy. Don't slink behind the sofa, huddled and froze in fear. [Nb. Sofa-slinking, isn't safer, it's a 'demons' conductor.] Phycological, lockdown, the lies.
Stop LISTENING TO THEM. Any news. From the problem-makers.
Tough to handle. Get 'rock bottom'? Go straight to 'NA 2'. Starts at 6pm.
News Anonymous.
No visual cruising, and headlines on a paper in a shop.
Slip?
Get a sponsor and take them steps.
Off now, thanks y'all.
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PS.
Lil Wayne, got (good) stuff to write, and Avelino. Not sure, and another 'Drill Roots' delay tomorrow? Link song and cover them both.
Be lost in a playlist, Alex_[1]. Trouble..., 'pon, writing. Gettin' jiggy, and off track.
Nina through, one time: On.
Think/write on, 'change of heart'.
Next Playlist, 'Alex_[3]'.
Alex_[2]
More to message and sign. Trying to reach... young men and, women.
Speak to.
Feelin' me?
Proclaim to please Jesus, and self-indulgent in, help-me-pray, and remain God-ward. Next comes, meeting terrific folk. Chattering about music on my headphones. 'Evangel-"truthscoop"-ise-ing'. Wiggling and bopping, and a magnet. Met a brill. man, Noel, and we talk, 'Caravan', (his choice), and the Last Waltz performance.
For Auburn.
...(and fam.), and restoring my view of young people. The right to be challenged and open, but not at all, the indifference, and (un)cool detachment. Drill-wise, she encourages me to dig into the Harlem Spartans, and 67.
The Revolutionaries:
Wee epilogue later tonight, on REPENTING.
A positive, or negative word, and action?
Positively, the hope.
Johnny Clarke:
Out from, the dark, and a who-knows (?), final-ish, visit uptown.
Something about 'six people'?
A large coke and ice, if six or less in Wetherspoons?
The joys of no 'TV etc., News'.
"Yah, 'avin a laugh?"
Think I'll have a Bitter shandy, one of them days.
Plans to document late 90s/early 2000s, South London street life and underground hip-hop.
...delayed a day.
Today's set-up to complete a post.
On:
Can we admit that we were wrong?
On 'Lonely Now', said I left home at 17. A fist-fight in the front garden with a new step-dad, soon after becoming eighteen. One upstairs room. Outside the path and the smell of dirty water and the mini-canal. Bernie (pub mate), and a bloke who worked in a refinery. When he had his gal in, back from pub, Bernie and I sat in a stinking little kitchen downstairs. Not allowed to use. Left in a few months, Bernie stayed.
Comes in pub one day, white faced. Bloke chopped his girlfriend/fiancée up and hid the body, behind her parents sofa.
Remember.
Named the album that played in the background later that year, Me and my gal, bedsit, £15 a week. Pub, 26p for my bitter, juke-box, three for ten...
Remember comes on with...
As the band would always start the show... a ritual, my current way to see it.
Singer says hello and name of band. "song called Butcher Boy". Silence, no movement, observing us for a second time with patient, when an eruption builds, until industrial banging. "All My Friends Arghheee..."
:
Jet landed, was taking. Amanda I look at each other and smile. Not long, shouting in her ear, "Oh God, they're ...really, good..." A ramble, "no" a blitzkrieg and a bop, with a disturbing underbelly. Where We, Going?
:
Plantaseed.org.uk/grandaddy-he-s-simple-he-s-dumb-he-s-the-pilot
Last year man spent more dough than I made
If you knew what I made
Went and got a yard in the sticks with a maid
Mayfair with a ting in a Range
:
She's from the hood overseas and man's from a similar place
Where they got rid of my mates
Worn out, still ain't got rid of that trauma, (it's emotional)
Ever seen a sawed-off? Streets get hotter than sauna
Could've been a church, you coulda been a baller
Yeah, they took shots at me
Shottin' really turned me into a shot-caller
Tryna get rid of that quarter
Last year I really done a quarter-mill.
Should've felt awful after, but I did it all for the thrill
Never had a bill, let me sort that bill
All of that guilt, bro's guilty and he lost the appeal
Shit, my whole circle's in the box, I'm ridin' 'round
German whip, might pull up in China Town
American tings, I'm flyin' them out
Next belly I'm hittin', I'm buyin' a house
Why? Cah last year man spent more dough than I made
If you knew what I made
Went and got a yard in the sticks with a maid (Why you doin' this?)
I'm in the band with a ting in the Wraith
She said her family's rich and I couldn't relate
I was in the hood with my mates
Grew up in broken homes with bastards
Yeah, put them on blast and they might just blast it
Gettin' rid of class-A, we ain't doin' no masters
Look what we own, never had goals but the man-dem were targets
Remember when man licked shots by the football cage
Now I'm in the yard with Lingard 'round all my football mates
Went long, coulda took more pain
See man rather have food and cook more 'caine
Yeah, had a lot on my plate, now the mandem are eatin'
I ain't goin' on dates, new tour dates cah the gyaldem fienin', (it's emotional, yeah)
STK on a Saturday evenin'
I know I'm famous, stainless kettle and I might just freeze it
Gotta get diamonds with all this pressure cah we AVS1
Been down for my whole life, man are upset when the next man gets up (Why you doin' this?)
Yeah, sleep when you're dead, don't tell me I'm slept on
Had to invest in myself, don't need an investor (Why you do that?)
[Chorus]
Nah, but last year man spent more dough than I made
If you knew what I made
Got a yard in the sticks with a maid (Yeah)
I'm in the ends with a ting and her mates (Skrrt)
Lookin' at yutes on the block like man's from a similar place
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
A-V (It's emotional)
From the gutter to glory, bitch
Rewind:
2020_05_radio_live_transmission_a_ten_bag.
"People crave a good tune..."
Snap Crackle & Bop . 1980.
Evidently Chickentown – 2.23
Conditional Discharge – 3.10
Sleepwalk – 4.35
23rd – 3.38
Beasley Street – 6.56
Thirty Six Hours – 3.35
Belladonna – 4.18
The It Man – 3.48
Limbo (Baby Limbo) – 4.31
A Distant Relation – 3.53
Beasley Street (live - bonus track) – 3.28
Gaberdine Angus (live - bonus track) – 1.01
Twat (live - bonus track) – 2.23