My, How Time Flies II

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Our lives and our history are most often represented by the timeline, a straight course from point A to point B. We are born, we go through life, and, eventually, we die. Throughout our existence, we are never fully aware of what percentage of our timelines we have trekked. Every age we reach, we only get 1 year of practice of being that old, which is why sometimes we need to loop back to a place more comfortable than now. Suddenly, we are catching salamanders, chasing fireflies, or sleeping with a light on in our 30s, being either completely oblivious to the harshness of the world or aware of it and attempting to keep it away. Sometimes we reach moments of mastery, and pull ahead because as children, we may be forced to grow years in a second as we encounter love or loss. In our 20s, we may sit on front porches and chatter with the wisdom of the elders, or we may face a diagnosis that shakes us because it introduces us to our autumn colors earlier than anticipated. With the constant looping, pulling, spinning, twisting, and coiling, our time line becomes a ball of yarn, wrapped around itself, traveling back and forth from beginning to end.

Producer Brass Clouds (Horsefeathers) and emcee Lucas Dix (Jellyfish Brigade, Shut-ins and the Colony) have teamed up to form BCxLD. Together, the Portland based hip hop duo present My, How Time Flies, a four part EP series to be released throughout 2016. With Brass Clouds’ all original instrumentation and Dix’s heart-on-his-sleeve songwriting, the pair creates a project that intertwines elements of hip hop, electronic, R&B, and folk; a project that zig zags through the calendar of us, highlighting the highs, lows, and everything in-between.

My, How Time Flies II features Great the Man, McJameson (IAME and Goldini Bagwell of Sandpeople), Dig Mode, Elton Cray (Proper Knocks), and David Lincoln Mann (Cooked & the Raw, Eddie Valiant). It will be available for pay what you want download on Tuesday, May 24th, 2016 at bcxld.bandcamp.com. It will also be available via iTunes and Spotify.

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released May 24, 2016

Produced by Brass Clouds
Vocals by Lucas Dix except where noted

Album Art by Brass Clouds
Mixing and Mastering by Wesley Opus

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BCxLD Portland, Oregon

Producer Brass Clouds teams up with emcee Lucas Dix (Hives Inquiry Squad, Jellyfish Brigade, Shut-ins and the Colony) to form BCxLD. My, How Time Flies is a four part series that will be released over the course of 2016.

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Track Name: Shut the Door
Back when I was a just little scab picking child
I organized all my stuffed animals by biomes
Squids on the blue blankie with the buried treasure
Snakes on the tan quilt in the arid dessert
Pillows for the jungle cats, floors for the fishes
Each day I’d visit all the orphanages
Zoom around the room, treat the pelicans like aircrafts
Free the polar bears and the elephants from snare traps
Weary of the hunters spying in the darkness
Hiding in the sheets with the beasts from the arctic
Big heart, soft spot for the varmint
And a special place for the unicorns and martians

Begged little sis to shut the door
Pulled friends from thin air, dreams from the drawer
The world’s a bore; I needed something more
So I would think a new life, never thunk before like this
(And I was never ever the same)
(And I was never ever the same)
Begged my mother to shut the door
Pulled friends from thin air, dreams from the drawer
The world’s a bore; I needed something more
So I would think a new life, never thunk before like this
(And I was never ever the same)
(And I was never ever the same)

Back when I was just a pimple faced adolescent
I had a rock bucket and a meager stamp collection
A box full of tapes, tub full of cards
Pouch full of marbles and bugs in a jar
Assorted action figures of wrestlers and turtles
But my favorite thing was my worn black journal
I would take the days events and make them stretch
Revised the framework of how I faced the razor’s edge
Protagonist and underdog, flawed and dynamic
Defeat the evil lords then I’d pause for a sandwich
Even heroes gotta eat then it’s back to the task
Scribbling and jotting chicken scratch in the pad
Ignoring all the dust mites and chores
Between the blue lines I could unwind and morph
Made myself a knight on the front lines of war
A wizard of the wise bringing sunshine to storms
Tales turned to poems turned to punch lines and more
Til I’d spend a whole week like “what rhymes with orange”
Track Name: We Got Next
Lace ‘em up. Dream kill, ill demeanor
Shine like a silver pair of G. Hill Filas
Fresh fly fool hit the court with the best five
Traded Mac my red Chucks for his Jordan XIs
Sport’em. Meet the squad up at Petretti Park
Taking all apps to the “got game” seminar
Faded blacktop and two clanging chain nets
A couple double rims but the flick stays wet
Yell, “Plankton.” Welcome to the sanctum.
Welcome to the place where the ankles need maintenance
We can make a ride or die teammate out of an acquaintance
Talk shit and beat the chest like a gang of cavemen
Hit ‘em with a hezzy, little bit of daylight
Dribble around like a wanna be A.I.
Fake right, juke left, lay it with a reverse
Only white boy so the homies call me Steve Kerr

Come and step into the lime light
Hear the aruging for a 10 block stretch
30 mah fuckas sitting on the sidelines
Everybody says they got next

I be the free throw therapy type
Hit a hundo from the charity stripe
Play the setting like geometry, angling in a horse shot
Off ground, off glass, straight into your sore spot
Used to think we’d go pro, we were star bound
I remember back when Worm shut the park down
Made a dude fall then he dunked on his brother
Had 30 mah fuckas all running for cover
See there ain’t no And 1s, whistle and its check ball
Tell ‘em that he weak, bump the gums, and respect call, shorty
Small vics turn to tall stories
I could do this all day, I’ve been hooping all morning
I was throwing down with them Billy Ho hops
Had a little bit of handle, no killer cold cross
Suspect D, and a Steve Kerr jump shot
Lightning speed once Larry got the trunk popped
Track Name: $krilly Bob Thorton with Great the Man
Expanding the enterprise
In debt since I been alive
My loan has been denied
My being has been re-fried
When I speak equality, I’m instantly vilified
The spoils of war
The glory of genocide
They conquer and then divide
Restrained by corporate ties
Our Live monopolized
With Brands burned in our eyes
Brains lobotomized
All this pain from a bottom line
So much pressure to buy, you think you might win a prize
Value meal with the apple pies
everyday til he up and dies
understand it the family tries
company claimed cause he upped his size
In this world you can purchase lies
get a cut like you circumcised
Til you feel you'll get burglarized
Pop a pistol and murder guys
See that’s that crack pot recipe
To work until you old then rest yo feet
Forget that bank account start filling up yo destiny
I’m feeling why I'm living i can rest in peace

Get that cheddar, get that green
Get that skrilla, get that cream
Get that moola, get that loot
Stack of crisp bills, I’ma get that too
Get them clams, get that bread
Get them presidents that been dead
Get that guap, get that loot
Get that money, but it gets you too

Tiny rubberband man, one single benny frank
Rolling round town, windows down with an empty tank
I swear I’ma hit it big any day
Buy myself a few thangs, settle down with Penny Lane
Dang, I’ve been on that work them hours
Until the fates pull the final curtain downward
Get that karma and disperse the dollars
Or get that money and alert the prowlers
Got an A to B whip, a kings men’s lust
Fuck that crown, throw your pink slips up
I’ve been 80 g’s deep on that main road
Pulling out my pockets at the pay tolls
Swipe a G here, Swipe a G there
They don’t get my energy, buyer beware
I don’t trust nobody on a get money grind
I don’t trust nobody with no get money drive
Track Name: Out with the Ins
Ear to the vine, nose to the grindstone
Eyes on the prizes full of the hydro
Candle in the wind, burnt at the ends
Work like a man with a world to avenge
Submerged until its time to resurface again,
then I burst through the bends, Get turnt to the tenth
Part predator, part prey
Parts that connect and parts that part ways
Spent a little time at the heartbreak hotel
Prolly why the mind views dark days so well
Thick skin, covered up plans,
Skeleton stocked with them 21 grams
Air in the lungs, blood and guts and…
A set of wings that a mother fucker expands

Out of time, in a rush, out of play, in the clutch
Out of line, in as much, out of ways, in a rut
Out to fly in the sun, out of days in the month
Out of mind, in the touch, out the haze in the muck

I’d be lying if I said I knew the way
I’m in my head most every single day
I’m out of it, and walking through the grey
It’s all I know, it’s all that I can say


Fortune hiding in the crease of my hands
Smoke stains covering the teeth that I clamp
Flutter in the chest, tummy full of fried foods
Fruit in the loins and a beard like a bayou
Please, bounce to the feet
Never told a prayer while down on my knees
I found my God while out in the streets
With a clan full of friends in the van frestyling to beats
Gotta chip on the shoulder, nerve in the laugh
I’ve given everything even the shirt off my back
Followed all the roads and the curve of the path
One step forward, circular tracks
And, I lugged myself through the maze of mistakes
Laughed so hard that it pained my rib cage
Chinny chin up, and misty eyes
Spread them wings and kiss the sky
Track Name: House into a Home with David Lincoln Mann
Been long enough for it to be the norm
Went from partying to trading off the evening chores
In the tiny kitchen where the casseroles cook
Pulling recipes from them old family notebooks
Flowers in the front, chickens in the backyard
Feet up on the couch cause we work so damn hard
I was anti-everything eating stone soup
Now, we feasting in the living room with tv shows cued
Love was once a word that we hesitantly swore
Yesterday I said before heading to the store
Split the bill in two, cop the sheet and pillow set
I think it’s time for us to up and leave this little nest
To a ranch on the river, a cottage in the grove
An apartment in the city or a tower made of stone
A spot in Suburbia, crowded in the rows
You and I can turn any house into a home

I've been working towards better days
To make this house a home
Been changing my old ways
I'm tired of feeling alone
Now that I found it I can't
Imagine life without it anymore

We’ll prolly spend a decade living pay day to paday
We’ll definitely fight, we may take a vacay
Travel out the country, and circumvent the globe
But my time is better spent where I spend it most
The driveway that I shovel in December in the snow
The open door for folks without anywhere to go
The wooden boxes built for the vegetables we grow
The empty nursery we hopes eventually full
I’ve never been the fixer upper man
But this is way too damn good and we might not get another chance
It needs a lot of work, prolly more than meets the eye
You can paint the naked walls, while I fix the leaky pipes
You handle spinning saws, while I dust and clean the blinds
We’ll take turns sorting out the stuff we’ll leave behind
We’ll dirty up the hands of fate with blood and sweat and tears
You’re someone that I chose so let’s build a nest to share
Whether ranch on the river, a cottage in the grove
An apartment in the city or a tower made of stone
A spot in Suburbia, crowded in the rows
You and I can turn any house into a home
Track Name: Calvinball Champs
Small fish, big pond
The hierarchy’s all flipped, ya’ll get picked on
Stick wand swinging like a maestro
Griffey rookie card clothes pinned to my bike spokes, ride slow
Gavel to the wood, G.R.O.S.S. is in session
Black cherry kool-aid toast with my brethren
Chant the anthem like “all chicks got cooties”
Keep a hush on my crush for a pig-tailed cutie
Yeah, I’ super soaker shoot a man, deuce the koopa troopa clan
Do the damn thing while I’m juking in my zuba pants
I build time machines when I’m bored
Clean carpets turn to lava, bed sheets turn to forts
Hopping in the radio flyer that I pilot
With a drawn map and a tiger as a sidekick
Philosophy while we travel lost lands
Ain’t no rules to this stuff, we the calvinball champs

Which way do we go?
What things should we do?
Which why should we try to solve?
Whatever one we choose.

School sucks, church too
We at a stand off with Mom, negotiating curfew
Like Spaceman Spiff politicking on Venus
We came to terms and then we ran until she couldn’t see us
Slingshot cocked, cats eyes for the bad guys
Hiding by the creek where the paper boats capsized
Mimicking the wars that we’d see on TV
But all of our battles end with a peaceful treaty
Last week, I found an injured baby crow
I put it in a shoebox so I could take it home
Tried to nurse it back so it could fly into the sunshine
That was the first time something that I loved died
Drying tears on the porch at our new house
Emptying a grape flavored big league chew pouch
I blow a bubble, then I laugh it off, man
We take it as it comes, we the Calvinball Champs

Go long, no longer
Eating all this dirt just makes me stronger
Go deep, nah deeper
Going through it once just makes it easier
Go long, no longer
Walking barefoot just makes me stronger
Go deep, nah deeper
Going through it once just makes it easier
Track Name: Roadside
Screw the cap off the white wine
Cheapest shit we could find
Cut the power on the life lines
We about to get high, high, high
We pulled off on the road side
Some where on the I
Put one down for the old times
Til the glass is dry, dry, dry

Say hello, say hello, to the crimson
Say hello, say hello, to the moon
Say hello, say hello, to the beginning
Say hello, say hello, to the view

Say hello to the sky my dear
The world’s on fire and I want to watch it burn from here

I don’t ever want to fall away from you
I don’t ever want to fall away from you
I don’t ever want to fall away from you
I don’t ever want to fall away from you
Track Name: White Picket Sailboats
Got me a house and two car garage
Got me a wife and a fancy job
Got a little saved up for the rain
But almost every god damn day’s the same
And I don’t know what to think about it all
Cause it’s everything I want but something feels wrong

Front porch view of the white picket fences
Just beyond that the horizon is endless
Settled down with the option to leave
I got the routines and adventures I need

Got me a boat with a trusty wheel
Got a crow’s nest and a rusty keel
Got no obligations to my name
So ain’t no god damn day the same
And I don’t know what to think about it all
Cause it’s everything I want but something feels wrong
Yeah I don’t know what to think about it all
Cause it’s everything I want but something feels wrong

Front porch view of the white picket fences
Just beyond that the horizon is endless
Settled down with the option to leave
I got the routines and adventures I need

Best of both worlds
Best of both ways
In my white picket sail boat
To the end of my days