The last song that I brought you was “New Dawn Fades” and I am glad that people liked it. The next song is called “Lovelife” and it is from the Minneapolis-native band “Atmosphere.” It is one of my favorite hip-hop duos and it really got me listening to that kind of music when I was younger. It is so hard to be exposed to good rap nowadays and many people get turned off by the MTV nonsense. Anyways, Atmosphere are all about conscious hip-hop that really gets you thinking, so get ready for a surprise. Those kind of songs are truly timeless.

Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows
Becoming A piece, of everything that grows
Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game
Came empty handed and left the same
A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell

The border in between is full of everything you felt
Some cling to A cross because they’re tired and lost
They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost
And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness
Familiar to the image of the artist

Staring at the bathroom mirror in A strangers apartment
Can’t remember her name, don’t remember how I got here
But here I am, thinking about death again
Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in
I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin
To let them know I love them all to the end
And when the soul begins to reap, I think she’ll know me from the sleep
I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes
And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words
I’m gonna turn to the earth and scream “Love your life!”
Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats me
A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet
As discrete as I’ve tried to keep the drama and cancer
It’s no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers
I never expected a bowl of cherries
I’m just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin mary
And when I let them carry me to a cemetary
I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity

[Chorus]
Now, how many times must you prove you’re an angel
How many more demons do you have to strangle
How much longer must you remain in this dream
Before I finally figure out if you’re insane or a genius

How many times must you prove you’re an angel
How many more demons do you have to strangle
How much longer must you remain in this dream
Before I finally figure out if you’re insane or a genius

Let no tears to fall from none of y’all
Just remember it all, the beauty as well as the flaws
L-O-V-E L-I-F-E
Here lies Sean, finally free
And as I look across the sea I smile at the sun
While it feeds the weeds the nutrition they need
The people still breathe, the city still bleeds
I’m going to love it to death and keep planting my seeds
I’m going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seeds
I’ll be in love till im dead, I keep reaching the seeds
I’ll give all I got left just to teach you to read
Love life to the death and keep planting my seeds
And when the soul begins to reap, I think she’ll know me from the sleep
I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes
And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words
I’m gonna turn to the earth and scream (Love your life)

[Chorus]

LOVELIFE [x16]

There is so much I can say about this song. It is a mix of everything: religion, melancholy, optimism, affection, regret. You don’t hear a lot of that nowadays. In all honesty, I don’t think I will ever hear songs like this one on the radio or the TV, because people expect something catchy and radio friendly. They will never let “some people cling to a cross, because they are tired and lost” be heard on prime time. I mean, no religious person is going to question his religion after listening to this, because it is just a perspective. However, the people who control what we hear everyday constantly underestimate our intelligence. So instead of having provocative lyrics and conscious hip-hop, we are left with “lick lick lick like a lollipop.”

That’s right, sex has taken over everything, even songs. If we are not exposed to something sexual, then we are reminded how bad smoking weed is, and what’s the best kind of beer. A little off topic here. Anyways, I like my lyrics complicated, intellectual and ready to depress me. Sometimes, I would have a rhyme stuck in my head for days, if not weeks. True, you can’t dance and get groovy to this, but you can exercise your mind and soul…so it’s a fair trade.

PS. For some time now, I have been constantly searching for things that teach me something and give me another insight. Everything else is just pointless. Well, except futbol , futbol is beautiful.

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