mixtape​:​:​the ghetto mixtape

by ::leslie jill helpert º≠º

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Michael Reilly Quiet, layered vocals and delightful acoustic guitars in a lo-fi, 'written just for me' collection of honest and open hearted songs.

A personal exploration of sound and meaning that becomes a shared experience to remember. Favorite track: i am very busy being sattvic.
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guess what i found out why i was distracted by the cuff of your sleeve it turns out it reminded me of my father i could not concentrate rationally now how could you ever expect to get things done when you have 5 minutes to express the depth of your feelings & i know now that's just not the way i ever want to work again i cannot come over i cannot come over You And Your Company Are Done Next up let's talk about commitment it's not about you, you're innocent it's just i've graduated from esoterics and now i'm in it i see after i after i delivered my perspective i second guessed it. these feelings were not concrete enough for you not concrete enough for you your company deals with concrete this was not concrete enough for you* * * your company deals with concrete this was not concrete enough for you.
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you're a piece of wood someone's come to reclaim you only cuz they should be renewably minded i mean you're a piece of coal someone's lungs are black from you only cuz they worked so hard to refine you
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one time when i was walking under a chalk yellow moon, of course pleased with the rain investigator (not private) there are new jobs nowadays there are ways to be subtle and specific there are new jobs nowadays there are ways to be both subtle and specific I had an echelon but less manicured it was like an esha-loo an a-choo a sneeze but less triggered by dust and i trusted it. cuz there are ways new jobs there are ways to be subtle and specific my thighs sigh sometimes with the weather, of course the yellow moon's chalk and i stay away sometimes i've stayed away sometimes why i've stayed away sometimes this is why I've stayed away.
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piece 02:49
I used to sleep with my lover just to keep him loving just to keep him loving me cuz he never knew what he felt like out of bed. I never did it for him it was obvious he'd watch me fall over things when the lights were off his room you can imagine was a danger zone. Dreamt of his mother but was scared of her thunder so he hid under covers with english literature like d.h. lawrence but inside he had a comic. Back when the winter was a rainy season perched like spies watching skunks in the evening sit on your front porch try to find you something to say. I used to sleep with my lover just to keep him loving just to keep him loving me he never knew what he felt like out of bed. I never did it for him it was obvious he'd watch me fall over things when the lights were off his room you can imagine was a danger zone how did he watch me in the dark you were wondering well it's not so important to our story but he had a little light on his watch he used to flash in my eye. i used to sleep with my lover just to keep him loving, just to keep him loving me, cuz he never knew what he felt like out of bed. i used to sleep with my lover just to keep him loveing just to keep him loving me, cuz he never knew what he felt like out of bed. how did he watch me in the dark you were wondering well it's not so important to our story but he had a little light on his watch he used to flash in my eye.
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you dreamt you sucking on the fruit of the earth nothing, nothing could sate your thirst. what's worse was how the sweet taste changed on your strong tongue nothing stays the same i'll never look into your eyes (again) you dreamt you were sucking fruit from the gun the one you had slung to your hip when you were young you raised it to the sky like a skewer in the sun you wanted a warm bite of an apple but you broke your teeth on the bullet from a battle. I want to go and go and go cuz baby we are noble to be The Escapists I want to go and go and go Or else we'll be like time, imprisoned convicts. You dreamt you were riding the back of a slug. The blue gorgeous excrements of his slowness shined in your palm When you woke up on the floor to a drum You knew nothing was real Now What do you feel? Punch holes in your floor until you punched into the dirt you punch through all the ground you're on the other side of the world From San Francisco to Mont Marte, there's your heart! You dreamt you were sucking the fruit of the earth nothing i mean nothing can sate your thirst it's a curse your taste buds change on your strong tongue nothing can stay the same. Oh I wish I could feel your hand fall heavy asleep on my breast

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once upon a time i lived in the town's oldest house covered by the branches of an un-arbored magnolia tree. i had no furniture but a low-lying indian card playing table. there was a gas heater that burned a blue fire and made a clicking sound apparent here on the audio tracks of this recording. i stayed in my pajamas for 2 years. After a failed stupid record deal, i made these recordings and jumped on a miniature trampoline at intervals and sometimes i climbed up a rope and tucked away in an attic-level closet and played "hide from the intruder". I had a pet bird who lived outside and woke me up with a cell-phone mimicking drone. his name was Meany. Those were days where i was convinced that my obscurity of reason was the fault of electrical outlets placed too near my bedframe.

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released March 1, 2008

me, just me: no one else made this album except for the amazing Charlie Wilson did mix it correctly after i mixed it for the volume of a little mouse-house family. He mixed and mastered it for People-ears.

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::leslie jill helpert º≠º New York, New York

<---a non-deductive anachronymph, meaning, mostly "of a chronologically inconsistent hemimetaboly". she makes candy out of earthsap, rudders and thunder ----->

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