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The Shwick
A terrifying light
I wonder what it is
Gentrification sights
Moving in on time
Painting everywhere
An ash tray of an alley
A poem to the air
I think this one looks like a trip
Do you think she made this one strip?
I wish that I could feel like that
Oh no I guess my art is shit
I want you
To move me
I want to move
Out of the country
I want to remember my parents
I want to wake up in Berlin
‘Till then
My Brooklyn is better than yours
My Brooklyn is better than yours
My friends would all agree
But my friends are all on tour
I left a girl in LAX
We called it love but it was sex
I try to hear her voice sometimes in Bryant Park when I'm alone
I wrote that in twelve other songs
I think I don't mean this at all
We called it sex but it was love
I guess the feeling comes and goes
Like I do
I think I thought I loved you
So I moved
To the other side of the world
To the other coast so I could brunch
So I could toast and say
My Brooklyn is better than yours
My Brooklyn is better than yours
My friends would all agree
But my friends are all on tour
Trash spray-painted gold
‘Neath neon names
Sell outs can't be sold
In a stray cat kingdom
Now nowhere’s home
Everywhere else is five years ago
In a magnificent bubble
In an oblivious bubble
In a stray cat kingdom
Strays say
My Brooklyn is better than yours
My Brooklyn is better than yours
My friends would all agree
But my friends are all on tour
My Brooklyn is better than yours
My Brooklyn is better than yours
My friends would all agree
But my friends are all on tour
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There is Alby who has everything
And Dogen who loves nothing
Kusama’s by the polka dotted blinds
Watts cures you of your taboo
Shunryu sighs untrue is true
As Kahlo’s staring daring death to cry
Greta’s Inn floats out of time and space
As if Escher designed with grace
Someplace downtown no one will ever find
Look I’m such a broken artist but you know I come from money
At least until I spent it on the wine
Oh no it’s not like me to drink I think I’ll sink right into velvet
Even Julian thinks the singer is sublime
She’s got an attitude like chocolate laced with poison in the middle
You want a bite and then you lose your mind
Or it’s the other way around
Her voice the sound when you go crazy
Only mad ones make this place fake any time
In a mist the Bowery kissed
At Bleecker and what was
Learning nothing lasts forever yet something also does
Zo was no one when he got here
He’ll be no one when he’s gone
Learning nothing lasts forever
Yet something dances on
In a very tall tower
So high it touches clouds
In the center of the city
In sunlight like a shroud
The man in a blue suit
Who saw where time went
Says I don’t know what I sang
But this is what I meant
In a mist the Bowery kissed
At Bleecker and what was
Learning nothing lasts forever yet something also does
Zo was no one when he got here
He’ll be no one when he’s gone
Learning nothing lasts forever
Yet something dances on
In a very tall tower
So high it touches clouds
In the center of the city
In sunlight like a shroud
The man in a blue suit
Who saw where time went
Says I don’t know what I sang
But this is what I meant
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Prince V (Feat. Itamar)
03:18
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Ten million dollars
And a ticket to leave
At cross streets manic
And inherited money
I bought a Blue Bird school bus
And a Diana monkey
For a trip cross country
Enshrined in a mist
With a band I had formed
Which did not exist
At cross streets manic
And no longer funny
I set fire to the last of my unearned money
Poor little rich boy
Going broke in the rain
Rolling stone
More like a blown out flame
Poor little rich boy
Going broke in the rain
Rolling stone
More like a blown out flame
Cross streets unoriginal
And sounds like Dylan
An impression of me
Singing someone else is the villain
To the moon eyed broker
Make me less broke
Rolling stone
More like a stumbling joke
At the corner of karma
And no longer funny
I set fire to the last of my unearned money
Poor little rich boy
Going broke in the rain
Rolling stone
More like a blown out flame
Poor little rich boy
Going broke in the rain
Rolling stone
More like a blown out flame
Screaming at the paupers of Broadway
I’m the play
In the French Quarter a stranger’s whisper sets the scene
Good morning Prince Vladimir
Good morning Prince Vladimir
Good morning Prince Vladimir
Whatever that means
The last act watches on from the wings
Poor little rich boy
Going broke in the rain
Rolling stone
More like a blown out flame
Poor little rich boy
Going broke in the rain
Rolling stone
More like a blown out flame
Good morning Prince Vladimir
Whatever that means
The last act watches on from the wings
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Genesis 2.0
03:30
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Daddy was a basketball star
Mother the diplomat
Saving Bulgaria
Home in time for brunch
Dad invented rock and roll
Last life he was Chopin
He told me I was Georges Bizet
He influenced me again this way
I was on the lazy suz
Spinning moniker Master DJ Jew
When Mom threw away the LSD
The VCR still talks to me
What’d you lose?
I don’t know
Who lost who?
I don’t know
Gran pa pá was Einstein’s right hand man
Gran ma má made all their master plans
J.M. Barrie, her biggest fan
She gave him the cred for Peter Pan
Winston Churchill was Daddy’s God Dad
That’s how I have his black dog
Nero sits beside the windowsill
Smokes his pipe and chooses birds to kill
What’d you lose?
I don’t know
Who lost who?
I don’t know
Forever wants a truce?
I think so
Yet who lost who?
I don’t know
Mum created crystal radio
Her second love Genesis 2.0
Studied Phil Collins on the way to school
I mistook reverb for God
Where was Reverb the day Dad died
We lost him at the free throw line
Scoreboards set him free
If you see Dad tell him I love him
And the next drink’s on me
What’d you lose?
I don’t know
Who lost who?
I don’t know
Forever wants a truce?
I think so
Yet who lost who?
I don’t know
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YOLO Crayon
04:01
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I’m sorry
Letter to myself
I’ve prayed all the questions
I’ve prayed the answers as well
I’m hopeless
Hopelessly in love
With the idea of a self
The self having ideas
Who am I to fake
Like this is my real name
I came here for the drinks
I stayed here for the fame
YOLO Crayon
YOLO Crayon
I thought I was the thought
I was and now I'm not
YOLO Crayon
YOLO Crayon
I’m breaking
Scribing my own mind
It’s not the thoughts that hurt
It’s all the space and time
Mistaking
The mirror for the mime
I woke up in a play
Lost my line suffice to say
I’m leaving
I’ve left this note behind
It’s not that I am gone
I’ve turned into a rhyme
YOLO Crayon
YOLO Crayon
I thought I was the thought
I was and now I'm not
YOLO Crayon
YOLO Crayon
Passive aggressive robots
Writing emails in the rain
Everyone you know for tea on the lawn
You’re so, so polite, you’re cruel when they’re gone
Self-immolating robots
Cure depression though they save a strain
They feed it all your time to keep it alive
It escaped, that’s why their laugh is insane
YOLO Crayon
YOLO Crayon
I thought I was the thought
I was and now I'm not
YOLO Crayon
YOLO Crayon
I thought I was the thought
I was and now I'm not
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Loren Berí Brooklyn, New York
Loren Berí’s forthcoming debut EP 'Stray Cat Kingdom' is inhabited by madcap characters and intersecting storylines in an alternate version of Brooklyn. Set to synth-pop, a cast of artists in New York arrive, fall out with one another, meet their heroes, or become heroes themselves. -Larry Fitzmaurice ... more
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