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My, How Time Flies II

by BCxLD

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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”
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We Got Next 02:55
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Roadside 01:57
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
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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

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 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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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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