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My, How Time Flies III

by BCxLD

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Skeks All of these BCXLD albums are just so damn nice and I hope they keep up the momentum that they've been gathering. Each part of the series takes you on a journey that you can continue getting lost within, over and over again. I've been following Dix's work for several years now, through all the different projects, and his lyrics and presence never fail to impress. I can't wait to hear what the future holds for these two... they really have something special to offer.
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1.
Caught a ride on the heading somewhere train And fantasized that we would go live Where we danced in the shadows of airplanes And wondered when the birds became so big I’ve been chasing the shine like the moths do My whole life I’ve been searching for the prettiest lights But I mistakenly called you To follow me back to the city tonight Morning comes to Montana Snow capped frames outline the panorama Spend the whole damn night in the observation car And felt like a insect in a mason jar I sigh like the wheels when the train departs And sleep with the sway of a changing heart Traveled thousands of miles tryna to make a mark I won’t complain at all, it’s just the way we are Do you remember that day on Wy’east When we found the old creek in the dry heat? I was dirty from my head to my feet And the Shadows in the dust were our only time piece What if we could’ve stayed Made shelter from the old growth to sleep in the shade Made dinner from blackberries and meat from our prey And turned to the stars if we needed to be entertained Afternoon arrives in Idaho It’s all too perfect, almost feels like a biodome What a silly notion. Thoughts from the twilight zone Coeur D’Alene Lake looking like a blue kaleidoscope Something tells me if this were a movie I’d send a message in a bottle leading you to me Tell you to pack the love letters and the plastic So you have reason to come, means to match it When you arrived, I’d be readying the riverboat Dripping wet from a dip in the swimming hole We’d start the ever after, and soon forget the past Point to a plane like wow, what is that? We always head home, we always head home The lights from the streets drown the milky way’s glow Lead by the pull, we can never let go It ain’t quite the same but I’m still amazed though
2.
Stitches in my head, shit, I’m tougher than leather Healing wounds of the heart is another endeavor See, some’ll get worse, and some’ll get better Some are forever, yeah, it’s summer forever Sunshine, open up your window Feel light burning up your sorrow Playing child games with chrysanthemum petals That last “love me not” had my stomach unsettled We were on the blanket, shifting and moving nervously Your touch had me thinking that 20s the new eternity Full of heart in the land of the robots Made it rain in the ice cream cone shop I was doing work, tryna find ya o spot When I hit it you was like “baby, don’t stop” Sunshine, Dragonflies I was yours, you were mine I was daisy chained out , spitting watermelon seeds While the homies downed candy hearts laced with LSD Swallowed every pill, but couldn’t swallow the truth Know it all’s who aint know shit, the folly of youth Full of life in this desolate wasteland Made it rain at the corner lemonade stand Boogied in the street even though I cain’t dance God damn, girl, can I get an Amen? August came like a month long Sunday Days got shorter and slipped into the mundane Other than a broken heart and a couple blood stains I don’t have a worry or a complaint Full of doubt in a land full of the sure things Broke as hell from all the downpouring Came to on a red sky morning I ain’t ready to end my story Cause stitches in my head, yo, I’m tougher than leather Healing wounds of the heart is another endeavor See, some’ll get worse, and some’ll get better Some are forever, yeah, it’s summer forever
3.
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, I always use to have ‘em A dry mouthed, maladapted fire breathing dragon 20 little co-pilots packed like sardines Gave me confidence and a faster heartbeat I was puffing on the reds, sucking down the blues Green, yellows, black, I was fucking with them too 27s and the shorts, wides and the hundreds Quality correlated with size of the budget Started every day with a Spirit or P Funk Smoke from the grill, and the steam from the teacup Pocket notebook filled with lines of the penmanship All the accessories of the wise and contemplative Shit’s so crazy, there had to be an order in it Slow it down, fit a life time into forty minutes No tomorrow when deciphering the past So I’d pull another out and I’d light it with the last It’s always just one more than I’m done I swear it’s just one more than I’m done Oh give me just one more than I’m done It’s always just one more than I’m done Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, my homies use to bum ‘em Been handing out stoges since the kid was youngin’ Cherry tipped stick put a cherry on the post meal Cauterize the broken emotions that just won’t heal Social smoker, never did it sober Until one Sunday had a couple left over Flicked the yellow bic til the fuse was lit Took a sip and thought I could get used to this, shit Pretty soon, I couldn’t drive without one Couldn’t navigate the high without one Helped me balance out the trip when I was diving down some Take ‘em to the filter, nevermind the outcome My grand daddy’s died from a lucky stripe love And I put that same poison up in my lungs Smoking at the funeral sitting in the ash I pulled another out, and I lit it with the last Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, I still tend to crave ‘em Sitting at the bar and the shit smells amazin’ Been over two years since I kicked it cold turkey Thanks to a sickness and a bit of soul searching Started feeling old and thinking about fifty And all the people I love hanging around with me The temptations come, but I push ‘em to the back If I pulled another out, it wouldn’t be the last
4.
Champagne in my OJ Bumping old Ghostface Keep it chiller than a snowflake Cooler than a cold rain Fill my glass past the top Stunting in the AM The backyard is my playpen No burdens, so weightless, Hit the levitation Feel like an astronaut Bought a new crib, half acre on the deed My lady put the money up, she crazier than me That NorthWest summer got me hanging in the heat In a little kiddie pool still playing make believe Got a big beer gut, swag like a senior No shoes, snipped shorts, tattered up t-shirt Yeah…last night they carried me off I begin the next morning with the hair of the dog A good rough…Post with a ceegar puff Newest Lukulele Slim, let the geetar strum Whittling knife in my hands, carve the tree bark up For now and forever show my sweetheart love I mean “Hey”, my definition of the better ways Is loving what I made, and sipping my lemonade Resting like a deity up on the 7th day Before I work the 8th, I pop it and celebrate I roll with Cooks and Andre Don’t need to drop dollars, I just top it with some OJ I’m balling when I’m bubbling, I sparkle when I shine A better way to celebrate, it’s all in your mind. OJ in my champagne Blueberries in my pancakes You know I do the damng thang, stretch it like a hamstrang Sip until the bubbly’s gone Turn all of the screens black Bumping old three stacks Mind my own beez whacks, Luda don’t need that Acting like nothing’s wrong Try to name a mah fugger doper than the kid Know that I’m a failure, know that I’m the shit Fill the champagne and oj to the lip Then pour a couple glugs out for the homey’s that we miss Got an apricot tree, apple and a plum too Hunk of meat on the grill, baggie full of junk food SPF 50, lather up the skin Fight the melanoma so it don’t come back again Good lord, been lit since before ‘04 And I’ll prolly keep it swag for like 4-0 more While the other dorks whined like some poor ol’ sports I was easy catching Z’s like zorro’s sword I mean cheers, my definition of the higher tier Is conquering what I fear, and sipping my pint of beer Working to better the man I see inside the mirror So before we disappear, let’s toast it to brighter years
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Cold as icicles, baby you should know I am not so usual (Lucas) Looking for a marker that’ll mesmerize the mania Searching for a reason I should step outside the radius Match maker, sidewalk crack back breaker Sing like a good Samaritan and a bad neighbor Mach 5 the mission, or meditate and chill Anything it takes to pay the bills or medicate the ills I say that I’m an artist to excuse the self talk To justify the daydreams and brush the L’s off Jack of all dabblers collaging all the hobbies up Sprouting vegetation by rerouting rusty aqueducts Inviting only family to mob upon a posse cut So you can kick the pebbles, rocks and dust if you ain’t squad with us Come a couple check points since a pip squeaking Kid speaking gibberish while thinking it’s significant I’ve learned to work and play, learned to blur the difference Learned to think big and to pick a tiny instrument…slim (Steve) Before I was old enough to know better I knew better That whoever I met told truth never That whenever she wrong, just let her I know it ain’t right, but save yourself a night man, forget it Before I was junkie gas pumping on the monthly I was certain there was nothing worth working for This jerk is more nothing than the void itself Avoid the well, its coins and its wishes Friends stick to your business Day crimes, from the banks to its robbers Don’t worry, they’re insured they ain’t gonna stop us Plus when they go broke they ain’t go no problems Print some more paper while the tax payer watching Bad man, sometimes you can see it in my eyes It happens automatically, I don’t even try Fuck around the best like “Who the hell am I” Forget about the rest, baby, don’t waste your time (Lucas) Trek to the bodega with a pair of dirty hobbit feet Wish upon a satellite and other worldly oddities The signal is a summoning, missles are rebuttling I stitch a wing and summit when the simple things are puzzling We busy, titled to a tizzy just to amp the endorphins No castle or fortress, no family fortune Chicken with the mandarin oranges Might as well grub now before they ration the portions Wallet made of duct tape, necklace made of sharks teeth Plastic cup full of magic within arm’s reach Anxious little Andy with a palpitating heart beat Swallowing my nerves to be the life of the party Normal is subjective, usual is too You should use whatever adjective is beautiful to you I’ma do the same, do the same, do the do the same thing And hold on to a piece of me while everything is changing
6.
12 years old on a Door County dock Where the low level bluffs look like full mountain tops Fanny pack strapped with a newer short swagger Stumbling like a poet out the troubadour tavern We was 5 deep, whole family in a line of ducks Tossing wonder bread to the lake brim, line ‘em up Sunset looking like it brushed with the midas touch Dime a dozen view for a man with a pirate’s lust Concrete feeling like a rickety bridge I walked a tight rope down the middle of it Eyes like a lighthouse on my littler sis Rotate and shine upon on Lake Michigan’s lips I thought what if something comes along and accidentally bumps her Something grabs hold and my sister goes under And I reacted like a scaredy-cat or a coward While my flesh and blood sinks downward So I said, please don’t stray, please don’t fall I see no way, I could save us all From the undertow or a kraken from the depths Take my hand and back up off the edge If I were to stumble off the edge How would I meet my fate Would I watch the ground get close Or the sky fall away On a cliff at the pacific ocean, I was high as a kite with some mixed emotions Staring out into the dip below, And I saw myself fall like stripped erosion Tip toed with a hindered motion, And a lighthouse eye, can’t miss the omens This the beauty, me the beholder, Get lost in the glow of the symbiosis Knock in the knees, sweep the leg, Don’t trust my balance to greet the edge Chuck a rock to the bottom and I feel the dread, Like what if that stone was me instead Jump back, jump back, stay in the middle Belly of the yellow, brain of the brittle Hold still like I’ll wait for the sibyl To determine if I’ll be the next face of the vigil And I swear to you, on everything I’d risk it all, love and limb To pull you back, to keep you here And if I slip, to hug the wind While I fall, I’ll scream and shout Figure out which way to face Ground or sky, how will I Embrace my fate
7.
(Brass Clouds) Clocks in reverse as we rehearse the clone rituals At home habitual, filling up the kitchen bowl I try to survive the sword storm, new vs the norm core Ratio over 3 to 1 to overcome the four score I’ve poisoned apples and broken satellites Turn up the kick and Acrolie, pack it right and stack the light I’m holding mics with rotted hands, I’ve got some plotted plans Plus someday I’ll be another person potted plant (Lucas) I’ma a sucker for a sore sight that guts me like a Philly Wrap I get it til my silly ass is spinning like the ceiling fan Spilling that soliloquy illy to get you leaping off the lily pad You feelling that? We got ‘em hooked like Billy Bass Stick and stone cuts, the prose struck like so what You must have mistaken me, homey, I don’t give no fucks Double negative, I put a bunch of sweat in this It takes a lot of work to make it seem like something effortless For the purpose, the props, and the praise I go hard as the body obeys For the sun and the droplets of rain I got love for some opposite thangs (Brass Clouds) Born naked with horns sacred The torn vagrant from hands of the sworn ancients Unraveling the strands of persuasion, percussion placement Adjacent to the vocal tracks we are lacing (Lucas) My imagination’s like some five year old Picasso’s Finger painting aliens with shiny, glowing nostrils A hundred popping eyes on a hundred winding tentacles This is what they’ll get next time someone tries to mess with you (Brass Clouds) Hollow bottle flutes follow me like the boots on my feet Cleats for the concrete, fleets for the song sheet Right way to the wrong week, sugar coated bong free Short circuiting the long leash (Lucas) Talks cheaper than a scribbled IOU slip I speak it, then I say it, then I plan it, then I do it My dome is but a star for a team of tiny muses That’ll circle round and round, call it mindful revolution (Brass Clouds) Growing glass gardens on dilapidated rooftops Dropping like a new stock, only ever moved a few blocks Lock and load and control your headphones The kings of this dead zone, selling souls like cell phones (Lucas) Buy ‘em all, discount pricing Crash and burn, baby, but I dismount nicely Humble attitude with a sick style psyche I only wake the fuck up to get down nightly, aight, peace
8.
Pine cones, pine trees, pine needles I am of the land that will make your spine tingle Observer of the slugs and the wooly caterpillar camps Sifting through the majesty that’s measured by the milligrams Little things squiggling, burrowed in the mud and dirt Heart beat speed on turbo like a humming bird’s Sharpened stone arrows hurled at the Oncerler I am here to ensure this world will go undisturbed On ward yonder with a pack of dragonflies Digging green thumbs into the veins of a nurse log I know the night from the stars to the satellites So I’ll be well aware once your gadgetry is turn off Nap in the woods, back at the bush Dreamscape soundtracked by a babbling brook Hit the highest branch, no grappling hooks Just an avatar swagger and some magical kush Rally up the renegades with wolf pack howls Make a mortal man shake, make a cool cat grovel Journey to the middle of nowhere, I’ve been there Got a couple lungs full of fresh air Glow like we are the moon to the mothwings Bow heads then we chew through the offerings Gaia’s undiscovered from the twilight zone Pine needles, pine trees, pine cones I don’t know what you think or what you heard dunny It’s Neon Autumn, and we keeps it fern gully While the rest of the world tries to leave the earth bloody Claud Six gonna keep it Fern Gully I don’t know what you think or what you heard dunny It’s Neon Autumn, and we keeps it fern gully While the rest of the world tries to leave the earth bloody Brass Clouds gonna keep it Fern Gully
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(Kellen) How does this always happen Wish that I could look inside my absent minded map In the dizzy history of this messy mental trap There is a thread to unravel countless mysteries Of my ever missing carabineer of keys Please, come on, man, you can do better than this You’d lose your own hands if they weren’t fixed to your wrists Thirty years of torturing your brain is catching up to you Now you’re thirty minutes late, tell me what you’re gonna do (Lucas) I done lost my keys somewhere today The recovery mission led me underneath the staircase Where the machines from an old friends ghost music Sit wrapped in cables, I still can’t go through it Probably need to check the laundry basket, rummage through the pockets The needle in the stuff up in my closet Flipping couch cushions, pushion out the box spring No keys, but a whole graveyard of lost things (Kellen) What’s this? The license I misplaced in ‘06 Buried here with all the burnt spliffs and guitar picks Think of all the songs that they never got to play Lost with all of the good decisions I never made But, hey, wait, you still got time for redemption Find your chain of keys, venture forth and get some Pick up all the pieces of your scattered life so far The road ahead awaits if you could just get in your car (Lucas) God Dammnit. This is getting stupid. Get your shit together, man, you’re 30 now, Lucas Too old to be careless and wait for the lessons Momma always said you should pay more attention Use to have a house key, now I have a million keys One for every new layer of responsibility Always on the go, til I slip to senility Shit, my drunk ass last night prolly lost them things willingly (Kellen) Did I have them at the show, did I drop them on the flo’ Did I leave them in the do’, shit, did I turn off the stove I don’t think anyone’s home, nobody picks up they phone Leave a message at the tone, beep, yo I lost my fucking keys again, man, I swear the fucking vanished I looked in every nook in the entire fucking planet You handed them to me after we loaded up the van Oh, damn, they were right here in my hand
10.
One table at the greasy spoon 3 plates and the morning news It’s a pleasure just to eat with you Come for the talk, stay for the food (Lucas) I’d rather take a booth than a set of stools Don’t wanna wait in any lines hanging out the vestibule The cheaper the better, ain’t a fine dine foodie Like my spot with newspaper clips and signed unis Grab the menu, pretend to puruse through When the waitress comes around I order the usual Substitute fries for the hash browns Elevator vibes in the background No coffee, no Stumptown mocha I’ll take my caffeine in a cup of house Cola I’ll take the tall tales with a dash of pep, grain of salt Toasted, over-medium, and covered in a gravy sauce (Efftupp) Anytime you get offered an ultimatum Go with the side that just offered you eggs and bacon Need a break from the politics we've been debatin 50 years later, still cling to Ronald Reagan Who needs a vitamin? I got my chaser! Did y'all see the score from the Cedar Rapids Pacers? They got that new kid, throwing a damn doozy Got a slick shot that makes Curry look like Bob Cousy (Blake Ambrose) Of course I still get brews with Dru, But it is a lot rarer we both shoot the shit over breakfast with Luc. We all just paddled in from the coast. A butter knife hits the floor as I reach for some toast. The whole table's got fists cocked for the choad, who says it's Gavin's ghost I just finished my hashbrowns at Maggie's Haberdashery Frying bacon like, you won't get my stash from me. If you don't hear back from me, assume my sausage chomper atrophied Or my whole plan for a mid life crisis ended in catastrophe. (Efftupp) I carve satanic mickey mouse into my pancakes Make his penis from my sausage and scrambled eggs Blake and Luc steady giving me the gas face But I don't give a damn cause I'm a hoot at this grand age And I’ma scoot when I'm done to grab my lady Ride slow, drive the young people crazy Hard butterscotch candies to the face maybe I’ma be a dirty old bastard til the grass shades me (Blake Ambrose) We've exhausted the small talk and are discussing our vibrance Decoding the roars of these silver maned lions We can't believe Dru still has eye sight to pilot Lucas laughing gets ready to chime in All of a sudden the next booth erupts in violence “Gimme the truth or it's your eyelids” We say know John Wilkes and the rest in silence Three subtle winks that mean death to tyrants (Lucas) Nothing left on the plate but parsley and orange peels My tummy grumbles, my heart beats the warm feels Condiment convos, waxing whatever The future’s unknown and the past lives forever This one’s on me, I got it, check please All right, my friends, same time, next week
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Ants in the modem, it’s a colony of tech support Finding home and God in the hum of the electric source Within the scurry is a bug penning nevermores And contemplating symbolism stuffed behind a cellar door Hives Inq. Been producing mighty hijinks While the tastemakers all catch their 40 eye winks We do it for the flutter in the belly Outside of that there is nothing you can tell me We are but a tiny spider in the tub All is good and well til the spiraling’s begun Carried by the circumstance right into the plunge Leaving back a web of the types of things we’ve done I know it ain’t as famous as I wish I know the feeling when you’re big bang has been eclipsed Relegated to the dimmest star in the whole sky Just because you don’t see it don’t mean it don’t shine We something like a tree when it falls Nobody hears it, nobody at all We building something here right now with a saw Come around and catch a house made of logs We something like a tree when it falls Nobody hears it, nobody at all We built our own town in the mist and the fog Come around and see a city in the moss Bees in the gutter, a colony of should’ve beens If you see a sob story, then you better look again Within the mayhem sits one lazy busy bee Trying to find a way to make it all work more efficiently Hives Squad, like a third eye’d Cyclops While the writers pick and choose, we lurking in the blind spot We do it for the tingle in the toes Taking it as it comes and relinquishing control We are but a buzzing fly between the panes Best seat in the house to perceive the scenic range Distracted by the view, we don’t even see the cage Til the conscious leaves the flesh and the piece of meat decays I know it ain’t as noticed as I wished I know the feeling of your magnum opus being missed Relegated to the smallest fish in the whole sea Just because you don’t catch it don’t mean it don’t breathe
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Cans of soup, stacks of ammo Grazed by the light of the last waxy candle I traded moon beams for a tightly fastened manhole Solitary king in a tin casket castle When we first heard the sirens that day We were quarantined to keep the virus at bay No fear upon her face, eyes like the sky used to be The blue I’d stare into to make the time fly beautifully It stops here. I quit carving tally marks long ago My calloused heart gone to stone I’m sick of being tired and tired of waking up Tired of choking on the dust and the aging basement must’ve Been her scent. She smelled like the sun squeezing through a dew drop And danced like nostalgia on an evening with a jukebox She kissed me. Mrs. Forevermore in her wedding gown She said “I love you” come with me, we’re getting out Ain’t no getting out of here, pacing in the pharaoh’s tomb An eternity for one with a tank of air for two The belongings that I buried, the things I carried through The water and the diamond for the girl I’m married to Where to? She said where fairies drink the berry juice I can feel her laugh lift my spirits like an air balloon I touched her face, told her, “I’d go anywhere with you” I’d dive from 30,000 in your arms without a parachute Shoot the smoky arrow, tobacco stash is dwindling Flat upon the mattres, stoic as a plastic figurine We were sposed to bounce and build a cabin from a giving tree The future of that favored past has been smashed to smithereens She recited both our vows Said “you made a promise, don’t you back out on me now” I said I never would while descending towards the devil She batted teary eyes, turned, and sprinted towards the meadow Echo (echo) signed with an XO My stomach’s punishment pushing past the peaking threshold The generator and the dying gadgets trading blips The machine in me’s alive, but this ain’t no way to live I screamed until I cried, begging her to boomerang She drove into the clearing, morphing with the new terrain My hesitation scored by the sirens that had warned us I saw the fire and I slammed the door shut On our anniversary we had a brimstone bridal shower That drove us from our sanctuary in the ivory tower I retreated to the earth protected in the final hours Her bomb shelter was a field of wildflowers

about

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 III features Dali, Jay Cobb Anderson (Fruition), Mimi Naja (Fruition), Kellen Asebroek (Fruition), Stephen Sauer, Efftupp (Another Exoneration), Blake Ambrose (Another Exoneration) and Brass Clouds (rapping!). It will be available for pay what you want download on Tuesday, October 11th, 2016 at bcxld.bandcamp.com. It will also be available via iTunes and Spotify.

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released October 11, 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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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 12 months.

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