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"Eastern Skies" Produced by Rex Rey
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Cuts by Framework
Acoustic bass & keyboards by Rex Rey
Saxophone by John Whoolilurie
Mixed by Rex Rey
Mastered By Dave Gardner at Infrasonic Sound - Los Angeles, CA
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"Western Skies" Produced by Rex Rey
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Produced by Rex Rey
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Produced by Rex Rey
Official Website: www.windmillsla.com
Produced by Rex Rey
Cuts by Framework
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Produced by Rex Rey
Official Website: www.windmillsla.com
Produced by Rex Rey
Cuts by Framework
Vocal Sample: Double K, Tuxedo Rap (PUTS)
RIP to the late and great Double K from People Under the Stairs
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Produced by Rex Rey
Official Website: www.windmillsla.com
Produced by Rex Rey
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Track Credits:
Vocals & cuts by Framework
Acoustic bass & keyboards by Rex Rey
Saxophone by John Whoolilurie
Lyrics by Framework
Produced by Rex Rey
Mixed by Rex Rey
Mastered By Dave Gardner at Infrasonic Sound - Los Angeles, CA
Artwork by Carson Wong of Carson-Drew-It.com
Intro:
Bill Dixon:
Art is the first rebel to rules.
Art destroys so that it can create.
That’s all it is!
In your own work when it doesn’t succeed,
You know why it didn’t succeed.
Verse 1:
With new music so colorful and vivid
I can flip it like a house to find another one to live in.
Even if my ship has sailed, I wasn’t on that cruise;
Although I’m sure it must be nice like a beach house view, that it’s like
I’m only out here to find more truth.
You live your life to the fullest like I need more proof.
Your thoughts remind me of some fast-food, I see no use.
Me shouting over the counter, loud as Fat Man Scoop.
No, you aren’t gonna ruin, you are not gonna change me
From doing what I’m doing like you understand greatly.
I’ve been this, been that. Trouble is I win wars
With raps, deep tracks, anything I scratch on.
Close my eyes for a second and I take a breath.
I used to live life laughing in the face of death, how delightful.
I'm polite with that sunshine brightness.
Now everything in sight is getting fixed like prices.
Truthfully, I do agree with how I read you like a eulogy
And usually these opportunities are nothing new to me.
I’m getting older now, I have to embrace that I got
Too many records and not enough space. Let it drop.
I’ve found ways of making it sound great.
What a wonderful outrage to spread like an outbreak.
Here to bring the whole world the fantastic news
Of good afternoon class, welcome back to school, ooh!
Chorus:
Do you know what hip-hop is?
Take a look at yourself and see what hip-hop did
Everything that you’ve become when you’re a hip-hop kid.
Told yourself when you were young you knew what hip hop meant.
Verse 2:
I pray as if I go to war to come back through it safe
Cause I’m not a superhero with a mask and a cape.
I am asking for strength when completely exhausted
From walking too deep through the darkness too often.
A difficult man, every sentence or verse, hitting nerves.
No longer in search for heaven on earth, written words.
I’m in the house even when I’m outside
With these unlimited designs whenever I write rhymes.
They taught me, my thoughts be, stronger than your heartbeat.
You’re not impressed while your legs buckle like a car seat,
That for the title I’m making a run at it.
They’re barely above average and sweeter than drum patterns.
And my refusing to lose is new and improved.
The only bubble gum here is stuck under your shoes.
No, you deserve what you get, and it has taken its toll
On how you left me for dead to awaken my soul.
Where I’m at, is at the center of no one can do it better.
Whatever they wanna say isn’t clever, get it together.
Can you live life wrong as a rich icon?
Dog, their fist fight song is a big sized yawn.
But when you find the type of people that’ll stand by your side,
No matter what that kind of loyalty is, it’s hard to come by.
My words dance over drums and move to their own rhythms
While these anthems become, he’s so powerfully known with them,
come on!
Chorus:
Do you know what hip-hop is?
Take a look at yourself and see what hip-hop did.
Everything that you’ve become when you’re a hip-hop kid.
Told yourself when you were young you knew what hip hop meant.
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Written by Pro, Framework, Loose Logic
Produced by Rex Rey (windmills.bandcamp.com)
Artwork by Rex Rey & Rico James
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/windmills-celsius-7
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps by Framework
Mastered By Dave Gardner at Infrasonic Sound - Los Angeles, CA
Album Artwork by Dave Datsuzoko
3. Pressure Drop (J. Donahue/N. King)
Tenor and Baritone Saxophone by John Whoolilurie
Bass & Keys by Rex Rey
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/windmills-celsius-7
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps by Celsius 7
Mastered By Dave Gardner at Infrasonic Sound - Los Angeles, CA
Album Artwork by Dave Datsuzoko
2. Dry Skin (J. Battersby/N. King)
Tenor and Baritone Saxophone by John Whoolilurie
Guitar by Mike Pygmie
Bass & Keys by Rex Rey
Cuts by Framework
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/windmills-celsius-7
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps by Framework
Mastered By Dave Gardner at Infrasonic Sound - Los Angeles, CA
Album Artwork by Dave Datsuzoko
California Sunshine (J. Donahue/N. King)
Tenor and Baritone Saxophone by John Whoolilurie
Cuts by Framework
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced, arranged & mixed by Rex Rey
Raps & cuts by Framework
Lyrics:
Renee Ricard:
What is it about art anyway, that we give it so much importance? The money earned, proof, pure and simple, the value of that individual, the artist. You could never explain to someone that uses God's gift to enslave, that you have used God's gift to be free.
VERSE 1
This movement of music for you is improving,
how soon we forget what I do at events;
ruin the mood of the room and they’re losing
as bullets of sweat drip down from their neck.
Cause they’ve screwed the consumer, making them foolish
to choose what they did and it lost their respect.
While I find it amusing as if their assuming
my rhymes aren’t the kind that are live and direct.
Throw away any image of pushing me to the limit,
I’m motivated and driven with unbelievable rhythm
to blow your brain with a written, so creative and vivid
even if I keep it short as a conversation in prison.
It’s vital that I know, ways to remind those
why I’m designed for the stage with a rhyme flow.
I’m insightful and hit some rough patches
into more fans who rush the stage at us.
VERSE 2
Rather chew glass than see us with a brand new track,
then do that! And chew it like you can’t stand rap.
For the word lovers I'm showing my true colors,
shaking the earth under your feet when I burn rubber.
A true natural who can grab the room,
move the whole crowd and do what he has to do;
that’ll scratch a few records in the afternoon,
I’m giving the whole culture new attitude.
As something the crowd needs and no one can touch me
I’ve driven the country as heavy as concrete,
with the cops thinking that I’m breaking the law,
for the way that I walk through the day to enjoy.
Wanna stop me and ask if they’ve already saw me before
when they put me in the back of their car.
As if I’m running from the law cause they want war,
trying to put me on the floor like a trap door.
VERSE 3
Frame and Rex Rey - we’re making it sound great.
Discovered and found ways to spread like an outbreak
while others are getting pissy as a worn out mattress
inside a house that smells of old cabbage.
Sucking wind as if a woman who’s fat slob
with corns on her toes that you could light match on.
Food shopping and it’s random as a flash mob
walking into stores to see if they can get reactions;
like a kid who goes to school about to blast off
cause they don’t wanna trash talk with a glass jaw.
Another bullet screaming, "this is what you asked for!"
taking a shot as if they caught it off the backboard.
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced, mixed and arranged by Rex Rey
Raps & cuts by Framework
Guitar by Mike Pygmie
Sax by John Whoolilurie
Lyrics:
Close from far away.
Keep your distance when you look in my eye.
Just tell me what you need and make it worth both of our time.
While looking for another job they ignore you exist
'till other people wanna see you being fired or quit.
I can flip it, even if you haven’t heard of cassettes;
for being rude and obnoxious, I’m as cool as it gets. You bet that
quietly they’ve been riding my coattails.
The only thing they rip is bedsheets with their toenails.
To call yourself an emcee is just not what it was,
and you're welcome! Just make sure the volume is up.
Cause we have helped pave the way for today
They can rock anyplace, anyplace, I mean anyplace.
We’re not without getting less by somebody we run over;
seeing the tire marks left over on both shoulders.
Promoters wanna know the time I need for going on;
I’m saying to the break of dawn, now go run along!
You know exactly what this is about.
I can stick your entire foot right inside of their mouth! No doubt
I’m bleeding out. Fill up your cup with another round,
as if it was a free drink that was on the house.
Been looking like a lost soul with no hope and yet,
to step to me is as dumb as a blonde joke.
And I really think you shouldn’t speak too soon
because to me you’re looking sketchy as a free tattoo.
Looking at me as if I’m Willy Wonka to the funny farm.
I’m keeping their heads ringing like a telethon.
Oh! You’re the type to play it loud, cruising through your town;
looking for the ladies dressed like you we’re going out.
Some hot child in the city who’s been having fun.
Wake up and smell the hot piss in the summer sun.
Things have got me treating woman like sci-fi;
girl’s with three titties, that’s the standard I live by, while
voices change on some 'where have you been?'
and I don’t know them to be that kind of terrible friend. Start again.
Used to think that I was bombing tracks,
drinking with some old folks at the laundry mat, like that!
Before I’d ever seen the worst that I had ever seen,
now I’m turning those nightmares into wet dreams.
As I continue forward marching to another swamp
that’s full of leaches, you gonna let me go or not?
You know who you are, I’m talking to ya'll! Quietly
watching me closer than ever before. Is he raw?
I'm calling me out, how clean I sound.
Even me, I can't believe from all the dirt I found and I'm proud!
Get reminded of why I can rhyme with a style of my own
And my own is inviting me home.
Straight off the top of my dome
I’m excited to find how it is when I go. I’ve become
my best friend and worst enemy when I’m alone.
So much time spent together we’ve been cracking jokes.
Both saying, use the thing between my shoulder blades
and how you wouldn’t know the time if you were Morris Day.
I think I’m more like Charlie Chase, the way I cold crush.
Feel it like a headbutt and hear your nose crunch.
Crystal clear that I’m mud, who I am, what I’ve done’s
like a castle I built out of sand in a flood.
No stranger to sleeping on the floor,
renting out a room in a place that isn’t yours.
Easily forgotten, I’m the story being told.
Who decides if I wanna speak about it anymore? Sure,
it’s not that I been running out of things to say,
I’m calling me out, on how clean I sound.
Even me, I can’t believe from all the dirt I’ve found and I’m proud!
Get reminded of why I can rhyme
with your style or my own.
I’d just rather save my breath than let it go to waste.
No need to tell, that you need more school.
It isn’t hard for me to find another new classroom;
I‘ve been showing you it’s true my work ethic is a process.
Imitating anything, I’m imitating awesome!
That I belong to the pile of the records in your home,
with the ones you love showing to your friends.
Yet, very few, I’ve ever known have had collections
of any kind of record’ in their home to even start again.
Another day, thrown under a bus, staying!
Over their head, enough is enough, I’m saying!
You still aren’t happy in a world gone mad;
that’s letting you get away with all the things you have.
Wanna ask, how I sleep at night knowing I'm me,
without belief when I told you, I don’t ever sleep, man!
Just perform your couple songs with a light applause;
hold a chainsaw dressed like you're Santa Claus.
Damn! You still aren’t sure what you're being punished for,
lowering the whole bar like a underscore.
Only the hollow think I’m full of disguise,
who keep telling me that I’m the one who’s full of them lies. Cause my bucket list is a crowd who stays shouting!
That knows every word to my song and keeps bouncing.
While I celebrate it both from the joy to the pain;
that’s been keeping us close from far away.
Keeping us close from far away!
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps and cuts by Framework
Guitar by Mike Pygmie
Additional vocals by Rex Rey
Lyrics:
Terence McKenna: Culture and language tend to become traps. You, understand what it's all about and what it's all about is you. It's really yourself.
Chorus:
Small fish want a bigger pond.
They aren’t thinking that I’m tall enough
to stand behind a fishing rod.
The kind of vibe that they're giving off
is negative like a bank account that’s overdrawn.
Some days, it weighs heavy on my every thought,
how my growing pains were all about just getting lost.
So close from far away, you can sing along
to all the things that I been going through and come across.
Verse:
Part of this whole art is not getting caught
when you dive into the unknown where you can belly flop.
So get a life, suck it up, stop crying, grow a spine;
these are the type of things I tend to overanalyze.
When the sky used to seem so blue,
before I knew the world or dealt with any real issues,
my catalogue’s staying raw 'till I’m dead and gone;
meaning with or without an audience, embracing me with open arms.
Weak won’t do to see life through.
You keep that mood, you can’t lose or need more proof.
Got people saying, who Framework? I love that dude.
He never made it. Life, man, can be so cruel.
No telling what they’re gonna do to get more views.
If I change their mental attitude that’s a huge breakthrough.
And I am right where I belong, it’s working like a charm.
Some say that I get too involved in each and every song, huh?
But anything I ever start I wanna finish strong.
I am somebody that you need to keep your eye upon.
Of all the names I’ve been called, Special Ed’s a fave;
to act as if that what they're saying is, I got it made.
Chorus repeats
Verse:
I am somebody you can reach out to,
talk with me 'till exhausted and feel more loose;
who will tell you like a friend, don’t you lose your cool
stressed to the max when you're about to freak out soon, and I
know about when the cuts are deep, words
begin to fit together like a puzzle piece, yet don’t
blow out your whole brain, Ernest Hemingway.
Myself and others we can feel it like a ricochet.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, you know?
But it may take a couple of years for you to heal from it though, so
while I’m here to do my thing, give it to me straight
or l will leave you in the dust like a storage space.
A lot of emcees need to be already gone
if they can’t make a head nod while the beat is on.
Feeling strong, sweaty palms and spaghetti arms
breathing harder than if they're running a marathon
in the audience, worried that we’ll hit it big
who haven’t heard of us to even know we still exist
that when I light them up like an arcade
no need to be afraid of such a beautiful outrage.
What I’m saying their rejection isn’t punishing
cause I don’t run with any crowd, I stand in front of them
and their tongue must be a part of their ass,
how it’s spraying all over the place and full of crap
that they wanna turn me into how I’m being defensive
or anything I said is just for getting attention
reminds me of somebody who had no clue,
tried to break my memory bank, and left too soon.
Chorus repeats
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps and cuts by Framework
Featuring Celsius 7
Additional drum samples from J-Zone's "Lunch Breaks"
Lyrics:
Verse 1: Framework
Whether dressed like King Tut on my own stuff
or wearing some gold fronts while I smoke blunts,
We haven’t ever fallen off and we won’t budge.
Things are getting out of hand, yet we’re so clutch.
If your arrogant, embarrassment, we’ll handle it
like Pistol Pete Maravich.
Too many games and you're tired and spent. It’s intense
fighting over the size of the bench, huh?
And rap’s full of a lot of scare tactics
that others pump up as if they're an air mattress
I wanna see how far their tongue can reach
outside their mouth while I upper cut their teeth!
But, the pee-wee league of emceeing on CD
is sneaky as ads that repeat on the TV
and these two rhyme-writers don’t get excited
by keeping the crowd quiet as if it was laryngitis.
We’ve elevated and risen, more complicated, ambitious
yet, what a healthy opinion they're dishing, looking delicious.
Verse 2: Celsius 7
Okay, far from your average, abbot or savage
Crushin' these beats like Galactus on planets.
Pushin' towards a better dream, leaked a bit of kerosene,
Runnin' down a hole that's more twistier than ketamine.
Let em lean... as I grasp that ivory
Tusk and I rush through the brush at high speeds
Flashin' a flush that 'gon free yer 5 Gs
And leavin' yuh busted and cryin' "why me?"
Devil in the details, duty to the dollaz
Daggers to my diaphragm if I don a collar
Envision tame impalas in the sands of Guatemala,
Cuties cuttin' crops I'll be coolin' like a comma.
Verse 3 Framework & Celsius 7:
I’m consciously beyond the scene. My thoughts and dreams
have taught me things of wants and needs.
And you best believe that we got the recipe,
how to increase the speed of every breath you breathe
with ease. As we crush the beat, it’s such relief.
As much as we have had enough, we keep on doing us. You see there’s more people we’d love to reach
North, South to the West and East. Let’s meet.
You wanna dance on ours graves as you wave
down into the earth while this songs being played?
We’re saying, you’re fucking with the wrong guys
who just won’t die, who haven’t heard a dope rhyme
in a long time.
Okay, 3,2,1 comin' next on the blast off!
Attach a golden mic to where he's breakin' his cast off
And fit him for some skinny jeans, he's rappin' his ass off
These rappers are jack offs
They finished and mad soft
Yer gold teeth are grody, quit tryin' to be Goldy
The flows that you spit, they was moldy as goat cheese
You flossin' but broke, B
A lyricist wrote these
It really ain't hard, I'm pourin' Old E on Cochise
Do yer homework, bump some Lord Finesse
Get off the molly yuh muppet, how yuh rep is grotesque
Cuz where we from, to the bang of the drum we bring change
With bats, beats and brains we came to break chains.
Silly Suck Sap Rap! I'm not having it!
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps and cuts by Framework
Featuring Sam Celestine (vocals)
Guitar by Mike Pygmie
VERSE 1
Too much of me is broken that I can’t fix.
Shipwrecked on an island in a thick sweat;
waking up every morning feeling upset,
to end the argument with, 'shut it up and get dressed.'
Anywhere you go, there’s such a lack of respect;
that it reminds me of emcees I haven’t dissed yet.
With people bugging me as if they were an insect;
as if they're only out to calculate my every misstep.
A deep breath for how it’s losing all my interest.
I need a backyard to build my son a swing set.
Yet, at least I’ve gotten back to where I’m having fun
and you weren’t even built for things that I’ve already done.
So doing nothing but hold me back, I’m still grateful;
it’s just you need to stay like that or get it.
I’ve won a ton of battles too and they are nothing more.
War’s been going on before I was ever born.
CHORUS
Tide pools
VERSE 2
You’ll learn a lot from mistakes having no regrets,
when it’s over and done and you’re the only left.
Yeah, I can play any game if I’m getting paid;
that explains why being Frame you need to stay away.
I’m dreaming bigger than the dreams that I’ve already had
and I can handle if you’re thinking I can’t handle that.
The more I walk through the world the more it’s gotten small.
I’m not the only one whose lost their grip on right or wrong.
When men talk, I hear a lot of 'are you a man or what?'
When woman talk I hear a lotta, 'I’m not man enough!'
My only route is showing love the most, from coast to coast
and whether you can rhyme or don’t, I give it!
It’s too easy to say I’m just a know it all.
Nothing I’ve ever said compares to how I soldier on.
Being from Vermont, knowing where I’ve been;
if I haven’t built your trust by now, well fuck it then I’m gone.
CHORUS REPEATS
VERSE 3
When loneliness is more difficult than bringing joy;
that means the closer people get you hear a lot of noise.
And I don’t even think I speak as lethal,
as the way social media inflated some egos. Feeling
more grateful than I have ever been.
Still trying to be perfect, but hey, nobody one is, right?
That’s why I’m cool with, if you are uptight and nervous
and willing to admit that you’re doing it on purpose.
You cross the line with I don’t walk what I talk.
Then I’m not looking back for your ass anymore, nah!
Already snapped when they tried to compare myself
to those living or we’re already here.
I’m done tripping off of memory lane. Too many of you
can’t see past somebody to blame. It’s clear
that you aren’t the greatest person that I haven’t met.
No one‘s using you against me every chance they can get;
to spend my life making albums that won’t flop again
but nothing makes sense, I take it as compliment.
Yet, it’s strange, my pain has become pleasure;
that others who have more say, 'I’m making them feel better.'
I just remember learning quick as a little child;
how being young’s only going in and out of style.
Was too young to understand what it’s like
when they told me, 'you’re in for the fight of your life!'.
OUTRO
GG Allin:
I believe that I am the king; I am the answer.
When they listen to my lyrics and they listen to my songs, they're listening to the way that it really should be and you know that and I know that, 'cause your kids are my kids.
Jane Whitney: You seriously mean what you're saying?
GG Allin: Absolutely!
Jane Whitney: This is not an act?
GG Allin: I've been doing this ever since I was a child. What you see is what you get. I am that guy!
Sam Celestine:
Tide pools/Wearing my rain boots
Standing in time loops/Waterproof
Tide pools
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Raps & cuts by Framework
Produced by Rex Rey
Sax by John Whoolilurie
Lyrics:
VERSE 1
I’m at it again with a fat ass grin
and I went from, army jackets to sunglasses.
While I’m on this microphone I accelerate like a cheetah
that'll grab a hold inside of your skull like drinking tequila...
as if you saw me standing on their head with all my weight upon
their cranium as if it was an alien I’m taking on.
As we succeed to give you something to believe in
like buying new speakers for my emcee achievements.
They’re gonna love it when you're picking up their pieces;
relieved that they were blown as if we're running out of reasons.
An independent artist that is putting on a clinic,
who can put’em in a con like you're jumping on a Civic.
With so much energy in everything I’ve ever written,
that I’m true to what it’s like to see a man that’s on a mission.
When tracks get produced by Rex Rey and I’m the emcee,
you need to brace yourself as if you’ve wanted straight teeth.
SCRATCH CHORUS
VERSE 2
Aren’t we so amazing, enormous and major important?
Can’t take anymore of this making a fortune.
As I think of what it's like to make a million dollar living,
saying, that’ll be the day like Buddy Holly and e Crickets.
Well, I’ve had to live and learn, this music industry is sinister
with ideas worse than skinheads who burn literature.
People who love to be above you like you're miniature
and can’t wait to show you how they're oil and you're vinegar.
Sometimes you’re gonna lose and you might come across it,
when it becomes a life that none of us has ever wanted.
And you wonder why these kids aren’t any good at taking losses
cause even when they suck,
we’re still telling them they're awesome!
So if you even know what digging in the crates means,
then we can dig it like a crate full of break beats.
And uncover the way that a blood sucker
will eat at your brain bucket while making the most of it.
CHORUS REPEATS
BRIDGE
I observe the concern of a person when urgent;
to burn through their mind like they're searching for purpose;
to flip me the bird while I’m kicking these verses
with words that emerge like a surgeon with nurses.
Breaking their focus as if they're explosive;
to dance on the floor when it’s swarming with roaches.
I’ll play you a song when I’m done and I’ve spoken.
I’m traveling on like a carriage with horses.
VERSE 3
I’m squeezing lemons for my words to paint an image,
with a shoestring budget and I’m loving every minute.
Going over their head is somebody calling the medic
to let them know that my flow is incredible and poetic, huh.
A young gun that was having too much fun,
came to make a name. Look how I did it and then some.
Not paying attention is really expensive;
it may cost you everything as if we're going against us.
More than a little, I’ve been in the middle of
being in it, there, wait a minute! Listen to what he does.
Getting better and better and more inventive than ever,
to put a sentence together like you're wishing we had enough.
I’m driven as big as if you're living in crisis,
flow committed to winning and can deal with how life is.
And I have the feeling that you want it ill when it’s like this,
writing lyrics, appearing on chrome medal devices.
Under your skin, I’m on a mission to flip fast.
Where to begin? I got it covered like gift wrap.
When I go in, it’s though I’m thinking beyond fast
through complex rhythms with a pen and a notepad.
CHORUS REPEATS
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced by Rex Rey
Cuts by Framework
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps by Framework
Additional vocals by Rex Rey
Electric guitar - Mike Pygmie
Lyrics:
Verse:
They call me whitey, wearing a white tee
with pearly white teeth, shining very brightly
yet, my brain keeps telling me it can’t sleep
and it’s rotten as a tooth that’s looking like a baked bean
with stay where you are, be safe from it all, as if we
used to friends, but we don’t ever talk anymore, as if I’ve
firmly secured a new version of learning, it’s a
beautiful day for these birds chirping, cause I’m
one of the greatest artists no one’s ever heard
for putting everything they have, into every single word, feeling sure
life’s a temporary thing that you can grab
making other people feel as if they want the things you have
yet, a lot of what your told while growing up is really vague
that you may underestimate how much is standing in your way, full of
people tighter than my grip upon the microphone
who can barely understand a conversation back and forth
look, I can’t help but feel, some hearts are in the wrong place
when they look for reasons we aren’t similar and talk fake with
even though your heart is used to being exposed
you or this world won’t ever have the kind of heart that I own, you’re no
Chorus
Friend of mine, friend of mine, you're no friend of mind.
Never mind, you're no friend of mine.
Verse:
Listen, I don’t recommend the kind of life I’ve lived
and I don’t sell it as a lifestyle for you to tell your kids
sincerely hope, my son won’t ever need to rock a crowd
for him to think that it’s some kind of way, he’ll make his father proud
that he’s hotter than holy water or sneaky as drug addicts
with thoughts iller than doctors that were caught for malpractice
till he get’s sarcastic with I’ll see when I see you pal remember
take that shotgun barrel out inside your mouth
or it’s going down as if a submarine
on some didn’t it seem that he was so chipper and upbeat
as if a child who buys a picture frame and no one know’s why
they’d say they want the kind of family already inside
I’m doing fine, arrogant minds, growing heavy as wide loads
like I’d rather see their sideshow without wearing a blindfold
since, back in the day, when I was rocking fat farm
before I ever said you have couch that I can crash on
was known for making heads bop while your chins drop
cause I’m not your average whitehead like a zit popped
but, the same people that were holding you close
can turn around and show their back and shit I know how that goes, their saying
Chorus:
Friend of mine, friend of mine, you're no friend of mind.
Never mind, you're no friend of mine.
Verse:
Where’s your heart so I can see it put it right in my face
grab your heart and dig it out from where your keeping it safe
I’ve admitted, I’m quick witted, I celebrate the madness
there’s no need for help and l’ll carry my own baggage
plenty follow the money and consider us broke
that are mad at the whole culture and their coming for throats
yet, I come around their quiet as a pin drop, I kid not
it’s kind of creepy like their wearing sweat socks, with flips flops
I’m hip-hop, no one’s told me that I’ve made bad song
without their voice sounding like it’s nails on a chalkboard
looking cranky as a baby who’s teething
that someone’s adult diaper, must be covered in feces, another
big shot who’s wrist watch doesn’t tick tock
and deserves, what they get, for stealing from a thrift shop, thinking
I’m not trying to make music I can live off
those kind of thoughts are really ass backwards like kriss kross of how
these are the last days, telling them don’t leave me
out in the cold rain with screw it the whole thing
reminding they’ve grown and it shows like muscle tone
telling me that’s it the end of the road for us both, and saying
Chorus:
Friend of mine, friend of mine, you're no friend of mind.
Never mind, you're no friend of mine.
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps and cuts by Framework
Sax by John Whoolilurie
Lyrics:
Verse #1
I’ve been searching my brain for the words to convey,
what occurs, how important it is to explain in a verse;
how I’m more than some words on a page,
that learned how to wait for their turn to escape.
As I rumble with time, being humble and kind, as I can
without losing the vibe that I’m hungry inside;
What I’ve done, where I’m at's not enough;
To laugh at how long that we’ve spent doing us, that you must
explain how my personal pain is the same as your own now.
I’m drawing a blank.
Cause I live where it’s too dark for some to live,
deep inside yourself with an awful grin. That’s how it is,
the top five, they argue with, are mostly not alive for the argument. I’m turning setbacks into positives,
making it obvious that we do not give in. Forget it.
You should take it as a compliment,
to be another obstacle we’re conquering. I said it!
Is life hard? Of course it is.
That’s the first thing you need to cross off your list. I’m headed
to where you can come and dance with us, and I'll
enhance the drugs that you're on like a champion.
I can’t thank Marcus enough for the things that he’s done
that have brought you to us, to discuss
how we used to share beautiful days
but the new songs we made aren’t blowing you away. Okay.
We aren’t grabbing your body and soul.
compared to what? To a Henry David Thoreau, let’s go!
Chorus:
Am I a creep to a radio head when their hearing
Windmills on their stereo set? You bet.
I don’t belong here, nothing I’ve said
is ever gonna make a difference to any of them. No sweat
that is so young and confident, getting older
telling me the opposite. So watch
as I thrive off the awkwardness, they're not convinced
how hard, we fought for this
Bridge:
Ka: It takes time to sculpt. You know what I'm sayin'? Shit was done over years. There's no time on art. You know what I mean? I feel if they knew that they'd appreciate it more.
Verse #2
Extreme highs and lows that are starting to show,
from steady having to hold on with nothing to hold.
The underground is a ghost town you stumble upon,
while the few of us left here been carrying on
the same as earth worms when they surface in rain
and march down the street like a circus parade.
It isn’t hard to find, who we are
is as calm as a bomb that’s about to go off! Yet, I think
the kind of time I’ve spent with the rhyme,
you deserve what you get
and been digging your own grave.
So if you're looking for somebody to blame
then remember the name, Frame.
Things are gonna be great for a change.
You want it right? Show me how you live.
I can handle what you're throwing, without knowing what it is.
I’ve gone way past a little bumpy on the road,
or looking at it saying, "this really what I chose? It’s
no longer what used to be," Oh I’m
more than ready when I choose to speak, ugh huh
This kind of music has took lives; that’s not what I hope.
You listen to me and think life is only a joke
or it’s cold as the snow when it’s twenty below and your
car’s broken down on the side of the road
I‘m unique and it’s shown from the goal of
I’m not gonna fold now. I’d rather go on, so come on!
Chorus:
Am I a creep to a radio head when their hearing
Windmills on their stereo set? You bet.
I don’t belong here, nothing I’ve said
is ever gonna make a difference to any of them. No sweat
that is so young and confident, getting older
telling me the opposite. So watch
as I thrive off the awkwardness, they're not convinced
how hard, we fought for this.
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps by Framework
Additional vocals by Rex Rey
Lyrics:
Miros Siemens (Opa): You don't even know what fuckin' love is. What is love? Love shit!
Verse 1
I love living. It’s fun giving, to come with it.
My son’s just like me, I’m not kidding.
The right kind of wrong for so long;
create and perform, then I’m off and I’m gone.
Don’t I make it look easy or what?
Keep talking, I won’t interrupt.
Something about Frame
doesn’t allow pain
to anger, outrage,
to ruin his sound wave.
I don’t need a campfire to sit by.
From the gate, every rhyme, I’ve been nice.
Not a fan or a fair-weather friend
that’ll step on your neck, out to leave when I can.
No magician when it comes to art,
I suck at even shuffling a deck of cards.
I’m distant like a kid being messed with,
twisted as a grin from a misfit.
I sit back and drink it in,
hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib, just
concentrate on what you have,
chip away everyday building off of that.
Miros Siemens (Opa): Love is doing. Doing is being neat. If you're neat, you're showing love to a guy! Alright cha?
Verse 2
Now sit back and drink it in.
Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib.
Just concentrate on what you have,
chip away everyday building off of that, cause
Rex and I fought for years
without giving up how to express ideas.
So here’s to the ones that no can touch,
no one can break, no one like us. Trust,
I am not the guy.
The hole you crawled out of, go back inside. Don’t I
make it look good from afar?
The closer you get is when things fall apart.
The secret to the recipe,
that’s wetting your whistle like a referee, who keeps
it going on like he won’t ever fold
and makes you feel better that you’re doing what you're told. Burned out, there’s a fire you own
and we are the theme song for lighting your dome.
Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie
Showing what love means across the country now.
Chorus
Fire! Facing the sun.
Tired, but we go on. Go on.
Tired, so we go on. So long.
Verse 3
Don’t I make it look good from afar?
The closer you get’s when things fall apart.
The secret to the recipe,
that’s wetting your whistle like a referee,
who keeps it going on like he won’t ever fold
and makes you feel better that you’re doing what you're told. Burned out, there’s a fire you own
and we are the theme song for lighting your dome.
Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie
to show what love means across the country;
whether French, Greek or Portuguese,
English, Dutch, Thai, or Japanese.
I started young with the heat of a fastball,
beating up records for a needle to scratch on
digging in the crates, vinyl shopping the greats
with too many records and not enough space.
I don’t want what you have, need what you need
or forgot who I am, I’m still that emcee
bringing something that’s worth your time
in a world too busy trying to fuck with mine.
To impress you is only a lost cause
and to impress me, is really the hard part.
Chorus
Fire! Facing the sun.
Tired, but we go on. Go on.
Tired, so we go on, so long.
Miros Siemens (Opa): Love shit!
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Produced, arranged and mixed by Rex Rey
Raps by Framework
Guitar by Mike Pygmie
Sax by John Whoolielurie
LYRICS:
James Booker:
I think we can add a little more volume on the microphone...
Framework:
Classic as a memory I still laugh at;
when my mother went and bought me a do-rag cap,
telling me she seen the guys wear them underneath their hats
and she thought of me while searching for a school backpack.
I’ll make you wanna scratch 'till you hear your wrists pop,
until you live above the rim and you don’t miss shots.
Just sit back, enjoy the ride,
cause I’ve been through more needles than a porcupine.
Producing results while I execute. Framework:
I keep it tighter than a wrestling suit.
Kid, you’re holding an iPhone like, 'what is it I wrote?'
While in a no-fly zone and during a live show.
On some oh! yeah, I’m running the show here
and came out of nowhere like don’t even go there.
You haven’t ever had a friend like me
and there’s plenty of fishes in the deep blue sea
that have to make sure that where they went wrong
are not the same things that both of us thought.
Cause I have only gotten tougher with age,
from writing these lines bigger
than the ones on my face, to embrace
that I’ve gone far past the idea
of how long I would spend here without a career.
Blood, sweat, tears as though headline news
and your light bulb’s on like it just got screwed.
I've been deep in the zone, keeping it going!
The fuck you even know about something you don’t?
Recording and proud that your audio sound
hasn’t heard, hasn’t felt any roar from a crowd;
while I’m burning emcees as if they were CDs,
inside their head like a blunt with an O.E.
Staying high, it just won’t fly.
Only time you can shake me
is a burger with a large fry.
Can’t relate. I still go on
even if you can’t dance to similar song, ah!
But what an instrumental for this fellow who’s writing,
that’s going over the edge again and getting excited.
If you're taking what you can take, as if I’m gonna relate
then I am not who you think, I’m more trusted.
Feel me slipping away like all the money you made
cause you're too busy paid to say something.
And as long as I’m living it’s difficult for you to think
this kind of rhythm could be written from my thoughts.
You must be kidding you're winning. I’m thinking ya'll
really need to take a number and I'll see you at the top.
James Booker:
There's no guarantee that I will reach the peak that is preserved for me. I may get cheated out of it; I might cheat myself out of it.
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
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Featuring the track Tide Pools ft. Sam Celestine
Stay Golden is the eagerly awaited 3rd album from Windmills, a Los Angeles-based hip hop duo comprised of emcee/DJ, Framework and producer/multi-instrumentalist, Rex Rey. The new album is their most concise and ambitious effort to date. The lyrics are hungry, the tone is precise, and the production is Rex's most dynamic. If Broken Record seemed darker in tone, Stay Golden is the light at the end of the tunnel. It's the definitive Windmills album.
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Directed by Alex Perez
Edited by Curtis Gomez
Produced by Branching Out Productions
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Song produced by Rex Rey
Cuts & raps by Framework
Lyrics:
VERSE 1
Where to go from here? It’s clear I’m on my own.
Yet, I still feel off the chain like stolen bicycles.
It was drilled in my head that I’m a selfish fuck,
That I get on my own nerves when I talk too much.
Told that I live my life, disconnected and empty
With a smile that’s insane as if I’m over friendly.
So do what you will, I’m still here, and I won’t leave.
But look at how mean you can be, that it so sweet!
Run for the hills, I’m as ill as your whole team.
Drove off a cliff and I landed on both feet.
Will I admit that I’m done with the old me?
The dirtier it gets, the more I’m feeling I’m so clean
That I don’t need molly to be rolling with these changes;
I’m at the library in a quiet meditation.
Damn! People look pissed off and too abrasive,
With lots of personality and no conversation.
An epic name is who inspired me to thinking,
I’ve hit the homerun; I’m just rounding all the bases.
I’m sky diving into your world
Designed of high flying, up from the earth.
Will not be defeated, hell is for freezing,
Scream ‘till it’s peaceful as walking on beaches!
Laugh at how dark it can get in this place,
As if you’re eating the soul of demon for strength.
I was made to be grateful, tested in faith;
Of how it can rain, when they’ve spit in your face.
Being Framework is pizza, ice cream, and cake;
So what’s next on the menu? I’m scraping the plate.
If it’s talking to Jesus behind heaven’s gates,
Then I’m not gonna leave here without saying, thanks!
I’m rocking like Raida on the crossfader.
His loss to the scene was a major heartbreaker.
SCRATCH CHORUS
Nas:
“Got so many rhymes I don’t think I’m too sane”
“Life is parallel to hell but I must maintain.”
BRIDGE
DOOM:
“Pump, pu-pump, pu-pump… it pumped his adrenaline.”
“Pump, pu-pump… Get up! He got jumped!
“Pump, pu-pump, pu-pump… it pumped his adrenaline”
“Get up!”
CHORUS
This is me when I’m talking to myself, get UP!
Humiliated, degraded, so what? Get up!
Ashamed that you’ve been played and betrayed. Get UP!
Get up, get UP! Get up, get UP! Get UP! Get UP!
You’re not the first to learn how hard it is to fall;
Died so many times, yet I’m living through it all, get up!
Until you’re stronger than you’ve ever been before, get up!
Get up, get UP! Get up, get UP! Get UP! Get UP!
VERSE 2
To trigger every bit of you to get into the rhythm
Is an easy job as if I was a Southern Cali weatherman.
Ice grilling me is fine, because you’re out of hand
For thinking you can school me on some Mary Had a Little Lamb.
I’m still polite as fuck and love my son regardless,
Dealing with bullshit like another day at the office.
Thirty-three, can you believe I’ve only gotten started
To feel it like an acid trip while running through the forest?
So much food for thought and yet I’m still a starving artist,
Raw as bands learning how to play songs in their garages.
Coming at full speed in two thousand fourteen,
And live for these moments to hold like a trophy.
‘Cause heads have really gotten fat, fatter than some laces
While the little kid inside of them is hiding under blankets.
And of course, they truly want it, they can get it then,
But I refuse to believe that I’m a wicked man.
Cold as stories told made by Al Capone,
Cold as icicles froze to broken homes,
Flows that break your nose like a wishing bone,
Carefully composed with the microphone.
I must have made the most of how to take it slow
'Cause, now I’m back to living fast, fast as I can go.
Yet, it chills me to bone, knowing how I’m not alone
And that you can have a dark soul with heart of gold.
CHORUS repeats
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/stay-golden
From the upcoming 2016 album Stay Golden.
This version is unmastered and all proceeds are going toward finishing the new record, tentatively scheduled for a mid to late Summer release
released April 5, 2016
Produced and arranged by Rex Rey
Cuts & Vocals by Framework
Photo Credit: Micky Jansen;
Art Design: Carson-Drew-It, Rex Rey
Lyrics:
Verse #1
This movement of music for you is improving,
how soon we forget what I do at events;
ruin the mood of the room and they’re losing
as bullets of sweat drip down from their neck.
Cause they’ve screwed the consumer, making them foolish
to choose what they did and it lost their respect.
While I find it amusing as if their assuming
my rhymes aren’t the kind that are live and direct.
Throw away any image of pushing me to the limit,
I’m motivated and driven with unbelievable rhythm
to blow your brain with a written, so creative and vivid
even if I keep it short as a conversation in prison.
It’s vital that I know, ways to remind those
why I’m designed for the stage with a rhyme flow.
I’m insightful and hit some rough patches
into more fans who rush the stage at us.
Verse #2
Rather chew glass then see us with a brand new track;
then do that, and chew it like you can’t stand rap, for the
word lovers, showing my true colors,
shaking the earth under your feet when I burn rubber.
A true natural who can grab the room,
move the whole crowd and do what he has to do;
that’ll scratch a few records in the afternoon,
I’m giving the whole culture new attitude.
As something the crowd needs and no one can touch me
I’ve driven the country as heavy as concrete, with the
cops thinking that I’m breaking the law
for the way that I walk through the day to enjoy.
Wanna stop me and ask if they’ve already saw me before
when they put me in the back of their car,
as if I’m running from the law cause they want war,
trying to put me on the floor like a trap door.
Verse #3
Frame and Rex Rey, we’re making it sound great.
Discovered and found ways to spread like an outbreak;
while others are getting pissy as a worn out mattress
inside a house that smells of old cabbage.
Sucking wind as if a woman who’s fat slob
with corns on her toes that you could light match on.
Food shopping and it’s random as a flash mob
walking into stores to see if they can get reactions;
Like a kid who goes to school about to blast off
cause they don’t wanna trash talk with a glass jaw.
Another bullet screaming, "this is what you asked for!"
taking a shot as if they caught it off the backboard.
windmills.bandcamp.com/album/as-above-so-below-instrumentals
Produced by Rex Rey
Cuts by Framework
John Whoulilurie - Sax on 2, 10, 13; flute and beatbox on 3
John Enke - additional live drums on 4, 8
Mike Pygmie - guitar and additional cuts on 4, guitar on 7
Steve Turo - trumpet on 9
Cuts and raps by Framework
Keyboards, bass, guitar, sampler by Rex Rey
Produced and mixed by Rex Rey
Sample from "the Beginning" track 2, on the Demon's Souls OST by Shunsuke Kida
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Harmonica by Uncle Big
Vocals, keys, guitar, drum programming by Rex Rey
Sample: Christian Marclay
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