Bones

by Brom

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Broms debut project; A collection of seven songs pieced together entitled "Bones".

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released July 30, 2016

All songs written, produced, recorded and mixed by Brom.
Mastered by Stu McKillop

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Brom Calgary, Alberta

Producer, musician and rapper, Brom, gives his take on hiphop.

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Track Name: Eight O' Clock in the Morning
Sanctity sought out
Called out with open hands
No lense defence
We take a battered stance
Not a fence the stench
Could really kill a man
The cities spent, it's tense
By god's gracious hand
An advantageous clan
Mere mortal makeup
Immortal quarrel makes us
Hold the pay cut
The suit and tie sedate us
While the money makes us
We tryin' to keep up

Shamelessly scared of heights
You've gotta pick your fights
Always count cash with cobra eyes
Don't deny the tax of a shoulder cry

Faithlessly calling despite
Made sense, confusion turned right
People get desperate with consequence
Leaving the backseat for common sense

Take the crutch
And follow the ghost
Up the path
We token a toast
Through the pass
More often than most
Feet move fast
Then function to ghost

They say destiny's bullshit
Followed by a fat lip
The work, the time, the practice
The sweat, the grind, the passion
It heeds for satisfaction
A common cause for lacking
Our tactics unimagined
Appalachians farther fathomed
That's when you break down
Sprawled out, nothing is left
That's when they call out
Stand up, move till your dead
Until the last breath
No test, speed wobbles begin
You tighten the grip
Go down with the ship?
It's you or it's it
Track Name: Capital Wasteland
Chokehold just ignores the frequency
All this banter and bullshit; We into deep

Eager excellence from a dodgy pessimist
Lager setting in sometimes you choose to lose to win
Black street renaissance
The boards, the blood, the there and then
The who, the what, the why and when
If I could do it all again
I probably would chips all in
Let's begin, don't stop
Laces tight breathing right
Let's take it from the top
With the crashes and road rash
Let's keep it how I forgot
After all with those falls
I wouldn't have got to this spot

We've broken bones, bonds and thrown out
Sometimes everything known
Sometimes we hold down
Sometimes everything shown
Begins to fade out
Into the background

Do you ever wake up
Cold sweats, think of that debt
Either it's money, love or misery's
We all second guess
Chasing that hunger
Help to even things
Then fall asleep
And count those same sheep
We wake and repeat

Have you ever stayed up
No touch, reality breech
Combination of the chronic
And the trouble with sleep
Sedation seems impatient
But it's bothering me
So holler at me
It better be cheap

Hold that harmony closer to the bar to see
No alarm, no need
We live to breathe without our teeth
Without that army green
We march as far as we can see
With no regard like such as free
We present our battered cards to she
No not me, I've been marching somewhat aimlessly
To the bridge, the barge, even to the tallest trees
To find out what it all means to me
To find a way to not feel this cheap

We've broken bones, bonds and thrown out
Sometimes everything known
Sometimes we hold down
Sometimes everything shown
Begins to fade out
Into the background

Meager common sense is what I'd call the act you wed
A loss of blood flow spent on making sure you stay ahead
A lack of guilt no red you can't remember, what and when
You still hold on, you push pretend on thoughts not caught, can't comprehend
Fuck the who, what, where the why and when
You lost the bat, now Jack, I'm batting 10
Nice watch, in fact, dial back cause I'm big ben
Your batteries tragedy, well I still spin
Can't handle the hand well, fold, I win
Can't stand on the mantle, begin descent
Can't plan when they've planned all, you're not like them
Can't baffle the chapel, well that depends
Ideals on a rifle scream "to the end".
You are like them, well only in the human sense
Track Name: Comatose
Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me

Predictable trend setter
Here's mine, there's better
He calls it a sharp cheddar
More like a mozzarella cart vendor
No return sender, nowhere the ships out
Leagues at the bottom with the rusty shelf

Don't know where it started, cover the footpath
He used to get car sick, If you ask him he'll just laugh
No dearly departed's, naw he don't need that
Pedal to the carbon a comical relapse

Another species naw kid, to the tarpit, ah shit
Chemical compound relapse boil then bleed black it seems that
We're burning forests, fuck candles at both ends we trample to no end
We break the unbroken, calling to cold kin, hoping they won't win
Watching the world spin back, watch for the fire we splash

Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me

Coasting on the coast less, hopeless without cold breath
Big city simple dream, music made keep it clean
Snow sworn northern tree is what they've told me
So I gotta believe

Started where the scars stick
Gets harder as the time ticks
Chartered like the private
A martyr in your mind is keeping track of silence

Held clearly somewhat timeless
A reminder of the vibrant
Cageless like our kind is
Keeping time with lines when
We recite these lies spent

Parted where the cards bend
Outsmarted started fine then
Nostalgia likes to pretend
Pretense prefix held hostage
To the old you, you lost it
Tense tending to tailor made caution
It's caustic, this nonsense made sense but you caught wind
They're calling your conscience

Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me

Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me

Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
Track Name: Mistake
It's getting blurry, I'm sick
Suggestions move every whim
My hands they sweat there's no threat
Wheres the win there's no net
They're calling me by the wrong name
Pushing me to the hallway
Designating myself
Like a counselor could help
You could consider a calling
Others know this as falling
With no net no mesh, helmet to ingest
Protect your neck you better hope for the best
Instep the regrets, combined with the stress
I never fall back, I fall forward, Progress
I wanna make a difference, leave something, suspect
I wanna take some time off see London, concept
Make my life really mean something, no stress
Lead a life, keep that beat bumping, in my chest
I wanna love life and life loved, and the rest
Get a grip get a hold find some common ground
Leave the worries leave the wastes at the lost and found
Don't take your place make your place, don't let them weigh you down
Make a move if this movement doesn't move you
You gotta say what needs said and then pull through

It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
It's played in spades
Call it faith charades

It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
It's found in graves
Call it end of days

It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
Caught in a daze don't know
How to behave, afraid to grey
Colors run to the back of my brain
Here I am, here I stand, neither foot in their graves

Simply shift it, turn it sideways
Like a folded road map
I keep looking for the highways
Solely suckers looking my way
Pushing pedals got no brakes
That kind don't learn from their mistake
Now selection needs her snakes
But now she's filing them away
No, she ain't keeping track of space
One in front the other, I'll do the same
A different grain structured
While you hide from rolling thunder
I'll be braving rain with comfort
Skin will change, you'll lose the sunburn
Not a game, this just gets tougher
You will change and so will others
Rearrange, hold back discomfort
Keep contained, grateful of cover
Leave no stain, no horror hover
May contain, traces of rubber
Flexible, works well with others

That's a joke you throw for the "yes" vote
If you think no, I hope you look close
Don't choke, third strike and your ghost

It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
It's played in spades
Call it faith charades

It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
It's found in graves
Call it end of days

It's a common mistake
We repeat it the same
Caught in a daze don't know
How to behave, afraid to grey
Colors run to the back of my brain
Here I am, here I stand, neither foot in their graves
Track Name: Chemical Burn
Chemical burn to wash the taste away
Another lesson learned that no one's watching anyway
As hard as I try, I try, I try again
Watching the back of my seldom called close friends

Like common local trends depends on more than discipline
What's right and wrong and then
Ten-fold it's so cold these windows
Frostbit your choke hold, fake gusto
I told this so-called tornado, to show your black beaten dress code
That rich fabric so tragic bleeds black when you leave it to sit
Catch light from left to the hat tip, catch coins where the cats leave their bagged nip
Deadbolt the latch where the kings clip, go home when you feel the salt drip

I found her out where the sun sits
So warm back in the closet
By the water out with the cruise ships
Where the vagrants keep to their loose ends
Where the poor can't afford to pretend
Out where living dead is a common
Going back to the land not forgotten
America, shoot em' if we got em'

Grab a hold of your panic because she won't
Stretched perched with that guilt gripped libido
Gutwrench, quarter inch, don't you feel that pinch
The singe setting in, don't wince, cringe, I binge

Going on weeks that I can't remember
I found myself in the middle of November
December comes too soon to take what's bloomed
The sun shines through transparent truth

Water weight that poison taste
Honor subliminal, to keep them caged, dazed
Out of place, in grace, I'm spaced, incase justifying why the laced must be traced
I replace the fact that she don't that cheap tone wrinkled tuxedo, the speech flows
Disengage the legs, that downtown take, turn around and make the decision to break

Watcher wades, know the trade, this bird only speaks when it has something to say
It's not in taste, a race, no position to place, the nest built tomorrow will be gone by today
Complicate this simple stage, that cheap glow, they breathe slow with no nose, your throats closed, suffocate in the maze they build daily to make us feel crazy

Open your eyes and see construed that concrete tune, that she sings to
Locusts that lie and feed into, the headline news that they preach is true
Say goodbye to the life that you knew and thought too soon, lost compass tuned
Step aside and let time pass you, with things that you drew, that won't come true

I've heard of living for the lonely is only a choice made by the mannered so mostly
It's a coastal thing, the water sings, without that ring with no swamp thing
I've heard of living for the now, but it's profound, your guilt makes a noise so loud
Over-cumbering, the notes she sings, the postal brings, the new life, new strings

After awhile, I stopped listening, started the sparks that blew the sum of the parts
After denial, I couldn't hear that ring, parted the cards that got my here from the start
After the trail, I felt it sickening, slipping in, cinnamon, for what it's been, now taste like tin
Laugh suicidal, I found discipline, for what it's been, now tastes like tin, now taste like
Track Name: Molotov
Consistency, Ha!
We sinch you see
Convincingly
Convinced that we
We can keep complete
A fragment feat
Dragged out beneath
There goes the street
From out your feet
That feeling creeps
Push past belief
Pulled from the deep
Your breathing speeds
"Is it still me?"
A mockery of what I thought to be
Clear as mud, black and bleak
A common courtesy
Wipe your feet
Clean your cuts before you talk to me
Hold belief like leaves hold trees
Seasons speak when need suit seas
Seeds then seed and keep beliefs
Sell seeded thoughts for what's considered "cheap"
Common stares from cared now care less
Common glares compared, do you careless?

Autobahn with your auto wrong
Senses gone, this just can't belong
Wayne as Ghengis Khan
The line's been drawn
With no catch, hopeless
I'm a mess, I make stress, a complex
I detest, hold on to forget
The feelings that crept
Leave as soon as they've set

Erase
Another take until we find an escape
Like a prison break
I've been counting the days
In a daze, I've been trying to retrace
Steps once made can't remember the breads taste
Birds must've paved, shit got weathered away
Common mistakes when you're hoping of age
Come to misplace the meaning I make
The "me" that I make, the theme that I take

Speak volumes
Flags tied to a cold brick
Like bergs break on old ships
That old hope just won't quit
The glass breaks, then it gives

Led behind with a bottle and a burning match
No further fronts, did you not smell the gas
The curtain taunts, ripped and torn to fit the tap
Trying to get this, this feeling back

Anesthetic and forget it
If you let it, like you read it
Up on Reddit, copacetic
With that threat thin
Smug grin, inhale, exhale, come on man
We're laughing, they're clapping

Apologetic and poetic
Can't forget it like your credit
Got that credit? Get that "Cred" quick
Some preach peace, but they live another credo
Some needs niche, but only speak to those who sleeve locs

Apathetic not pathetic
They'll forget it well I edit
Don't discredit naw just let it
Well I thread it
Tied to some old ghosts
Either way
It's better just to let go

Speak volumes
Flags tied to a cold brick
Like bergs break on old ships
That old hope just won't quit
The glass breaks, then it gives
Track Name: Curbside
To mend, stand lonely yet side by side
Shed two, not three tears and count them as they dry
Know them for who they are, not who they’ve been
Child actor turned chiropractor
Let the world begin to shed its skin

Lost track, the backlash is intact
You could say inebriated
Lame, out-dated, breeds a hatred
Made to think that “Yeah, I made it!”
Shit is sacred, some just take it
Rearrange it, can’t exchange it
Left lying naked, famous faded

I had my doubts and debt, roped regrets
Couldn’t seem to forget
The line turns thick with stress
The grey it blends
Holistic trend
Dotted line to the end
No goalie to tend
Freefall, to the final descent
Brace for landing again
There’s no landing again
But we try to pretend

We sit our sorry’s by singing angels
Fallen halo’s spin farther fables
Fathers just as able, no need for a Cain
No need to explain
Explanations might change sometimes for the worse
While opinions more informed lack this common curse
Ignorance so bold, shotgun in the herse
When told I'm growing old
I look for what I am worth

What I'm worth what I want
My name in bigger font
Alabaster statue status
With a cape and crown to match it
It's not about class, in fact, classless
It's about the view through these glasses
The process to process this practice
The patience to make sense of madness

Madness, calloused, break it down to build new
All so tragic, had the tools to fix too
Too many moments to waste, not enough space
Spaced out trying to face
Common disgrace
Disgraceful
The grace, cold
Third take on a stay, fold
The state where the states cold
“Mistakes” made to make gold
I wait, well why wait told
The weight makes the break hold
The bait bought now tasteful
A couple of days old

I’m sick of sick and tired
Tired of sickness starting fire
Feeble witness to conspire
Tired and sick, I’ll start the fire