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Trep

by Trep

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1.
Preface 01:05
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Hey Hey sister Hey brother Are you lost? Hey people Please
2.
Motion 04:22
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Feel by motion Slows me down, relieving Feel by motion Slow me down, relieve Real slow motion, Holdin down a feeling Real slow motion Taught me how to breathe Believed my motion Thought we had an agreement Feels like losing Teach me how to leave Feel time closing Motion won't relieve me Feel time closing Motions no relief I thought that we were gonna hold out, I believed You said you were never gonna fold up, I believed in your mind Now its written so I could say that we're free to breathe I never really cared to understand the how we got a reason to leave we sold our souls out for a lot Now our motion slowly crowds the reason why we fell to quickly to retreat I believed in our minds I knew that we were gonna fold up, I believed we fold out, cause I believe in our minds I believed
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Soul Out 03:45
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I never knew the reason why Can't help but to ask myself Where do all the good licks lie % + + ? Never really knew it so I told myself Never believed that we'd run out of soul
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Beetle 02:46
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The little beetle wasn't born yet the lucky little beetle wasn't born yet He's still a rock The little turtle hasn't formed yet the lucky little turtle hasn't formed yet He's still a rock Don't be a rock The little eagle hasn't flown yet the lucky little eagle hasn't flown yet he's still a rock Telling you that that bird is still a rock a bloody rock Don't be a rock the little people haven't formed yet the lucky little people haven't formed yet
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The Bogarter's Hand 03:37
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I carry Mary, I hold her up with imaginary thoughts and tribulations, what I'm writin about. I take a pen, I take a pad, a struggle, another bother and father of a thought that trickles down from my want. Ambiguous by nature a stranger to feature, a teacher a speaker a reader a preacher, good to meet cha, I'll stop A bogarter's hand without those taxable habits, I'm keeping what I got cause I don't want you to have it now come on An involuntary spasm, I'm volunteering my chasm, a volatile mental process started back at the office, I started sleepin and creepin deep in a nocturnal nature and even to myself I am becoming a stranger. Thats ok because this pen as never really been this active and the traction of the ballpoint is resistin relaxin. I may be subjectin my health and limiting this wealth but at least I stay happy my beats don't sit on the shelf. The only thing I've learned from puttin pens to paper is that I'm treatin my mind better and doin it a favor. The depravity of gravity is no longer valid, I gotta make a beat a day to see if I got some talent.
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Cathedral's Right 02:27
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Cathedrals lost in song its right Lookin at Im freed Hey ya Lost Songing
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First Night 05:00
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I took a seat, I took a stare at a girl my mind was blankin, hankerin for some early sleep. I wished to god I could let my words play, my tiein tongue took my speech the wrong way I'm trapped on the other side Time shares what my comfort hides She took a sip, she took a stare at a glass her mind distracted from the question I didn't ask I wished to god she would let our eyes meet cause maybe then I would move my stone feet She's lax on the other side Our world is the undermined
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Goals 04:18
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I never believed in goals they wrap me up attractions cold (I won't think I can breathe) Call it reaction's home circulate, collapse and grow (I don't think I should breathe) Initiations owned the only place to shoot is low Leave my comfort so I can feel it Simple poets, I've been told, construct our homes Miss less moments my head knows is how we grow Idiot circus tour born before belief and fortune (My mind makes up its ceiling) Shootin for less than more obligate, rewind and store (M M M U I C) Simple by askin more Fornicate, relapse, pay tolls Leave my comfort so I can feel it Simple poets, I've been told, construct our homes Miss less moments, my head knows, is how we grow even with out bright ideas Simple poets, I now know construct my home Miss less moments, my head knows, is how I grow Even without bright ideas
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Hey Sister 04:31
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Hey there sister are you lost? I've seen you runnin roun town with your hair tied down, you never leave it up. Whats the front? Confused my capillaries, buyers in my blood you've got a reasoning with bias allowed And she said hey there brother are you lost? II've seen you runnin roun town with your eyes to the ground. You're never lookin up, whats the front? Confused and anxious when your body s on the run yOuv'e gotta Reason you're uniquely static.... must be more. Surfaces confide in banter, must be more or I wasn't born. Come on hey there, scratch your way out Hey to the people are we lost, I've seen us runnin roun town with our ears to the ground. We never listen up called our bluff A roof from a better nature higher than above. we gotta Clear up our climate we are frost. And every sound passes by while our Ears won't abide (we don't use our Ears) They never listen up Forget the front, lets screen what we're seein all our senses have no feelin, gotta Reason we're uniquely static must be more Surfaced by our feeble banter communications creep like cancer Let us go
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Dear Dudley 04:19
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Dear Gig, how the hell have ya been? Been layin back, with a glass of red? Have you been sharkin pool up there, givin tips? With the opera, Puccini’s hits? Well, your family is safe and sound down here. We’ve just been missin you, your laugh, your ear. I know that I cant write you so I write your ghost, just to say, what I miss the most…. I remember catchin fire flies on Williams road. We’d jar em up, watch em glow. I remember sailin side by side. You’d man the mast, I’d guide the tide. You taught me how to listen, how not to brag, and how to embrace the things I lack. But what I lacked when you were at the end, was how to say goodbye my friend. Goodbye my friend, my family’s stone. Goodbye my reason for my glow. Goodbye my laugh, my ears, my voice. Goodbye my friend.

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released April 6, 2015

Produced by Christian Arthur

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Trep Boston, Massachusetts

Trep is a self produced artist out of Boston Ma.

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