SKYLAND, a song by Angel Brynner for EXILE, 6MAY2014

…woke up singing in the spirit & style of Stephen Simmonds this morning. Think that song Let it go but more for the boundaries of the sound. simple  finger-snapping should set the cage of the sonar space lol.

That singer Maxwell who used to stalk me up in NYC & Miami somehow got word I was heading to Memphis last week[aka  email accounts still hacked but fuck him, living my life]…and showed up down the road from the archeological site I had to go to for research for the book. I saw him and walked right past him. When God delivers you, there’s nothing you cant walk through. Still had a phenomenal, emotional trek,  a MOTHERLOAD of BBQ, a great time, and the experience of the civil rights museum knocking me on my ass, which led to the first chapter written since Eleuthera’s FREEDOMRUN 2013 writing retreat.

His attempt was a puny footnote to all that…but one that must be addressed in the public record due to other things brewing. I decided to use the negative, stalking energy sent towards my blessed life yet again…for good. Since SOME of us  actually CAN write[books, poems, plays…songs]without drugs, relying on crutches or trying to cause pain to people who’ve left them… I woke up laughing this song out of me, snapping my fingers and wagging my head to the beat, sangin’ yall. I may make a music video for it lol. [reeeeeemiiiix!] Should I be solemn due the shiestiness of the shady attempt? educational expressions of lyrical abilities just feel like a more pragmatic processing of the foulness into something better than what was meant by it.

To set the scene, imagine a guy with the world in the palm of his hand, thinking he’s God himself due to the demons he serves, actually getting it in his head to track a bitch across state lines out to the woods of Tennesee where he knew she’d be on foot & alone…sitting in his gleaming truck and waiting, like he was going to do something bad to her. Then imagine that big-headed guy seeing her “see” him start his truck like he’s going to hit her or something, then twist up her lips and keep strutting back out said woods as he bursts into fucking tears and u-turns said truck. Then…. imagine that asshole on the heels of his outright stalking attempt, grieving, gripping the steering wheel that’s wet with tears and looking up at this big open sky peppered with clouds floating like chunks of land in the project she’s actually working on. all gets quiet…and the holy land he is blindly parked on itself…starts singing this song out to him. On her behalf.

But he still doesn’t get it.

& spends the next few days sending online cyber-attacks her way, indignant that she was like what EVER. so finally, eye to God, a song the likes of which God wont give to him…playfully frolics out of her due to the affectionate massagings of a whole other aspect of this we wont even address here 🙂

 

…In the immortal words of David Allen Grier in character:

“…I wrote a song about it…wanna hear it? Here it go~”

(MELODRAMATIC ECHOING PIANO OPENER TO THE SONG BEHIND 1ST VERSE)

…SO FAR BEYOND THE END

REFUSING TO PRETEND

THAT YOU EVER WERE MY FRIEND

THE GOD THAT RESCUED ME

THAT YOU’RE TOO BLIND TO SEE

HAS ALREADY SET ME FREE

FROM ALL THE LIKES OF YOU

AND ALL YOU TRY TO DO

THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN PUT ME THRU

AND YOU’RE TOO BLIND TO TRUTH

TO SEE THAT ALL YOU DO

IT KEEPS ON DEALING DEATH TO YOU….

 

[2]

I WANNA MAKE YOU SEE

THAT YOU’RE NOT HURTING ME

OH-YOU NEED TO LET ME BE-

THERE’S NO NEED TO PRETEND

YOU NEED TO LET THIS END

SO THAT YOU CAN FLOW AGAIN-

 

NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO

IT ALL COMES BACK TO YOU-

I’VE ALREADY MADE IT THROUGH

NO MATTER WHAT YOU SEE

YOU ARE NOT AILING ME-

OH YOU NEED TO LET ME BE-

 

[3]

THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO,

THAT YOU CAN PUT ME THROUGH

GOD’S TAKEN ME AWAY FROM YOU

CAUSE YOU COULD NEVER SEE

THE LOVE IN HIM OR ME

THAT’S WHY YOU’RE DROWNING IN THAT SEA

 

NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO

OR WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH

THE TRIAL IS COMING BACK TO YOU

GO HEAD & PRESS TO SEE

TABLES HE’S SET FOR ME

BECAUSE YOU WOULDN’T LET ME BE

 

[5]

EVERYBODY KNOWS

THAT NOTHING IN YOU GROWS

BECAUSE OF ALL THE MESS YOU CHOSE

AND EVERYBODY SEES

THAT YOU’RE NOT AILING ME

AND YOU HAD BETTER LET ME BE-

YOU’VE GOTTEN SO HOLLOW,

ALL YOU DO IS FOLLOW

REDUCED YOURSELF TO A SHADOW

YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME

AS IF I HOLD THE KEY,

AS IF MY LOVE COULD SET YOU FREE.

 

[6]

[ADDENDUM/BLACK ALBUM BLUNT VERSE]

SO CRY OUT IN YOUR TRUCK

I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK

BECAUSE YOU ARE WHO CHOSE YOUR LUCK

FOLLOWING ME IN TREES

LIKE YOU COULD EVER PLEASE

A DROP OF WATER FROM YOUR SEAS

AND FUCK YOUR FRIENDS AND LIES

YOUR FLIMSY ALIBIS

UNDERSCORE WHY GOD CUT THESE TIES

NOTHING THAT’S PURE OR TRUE

WILL EVER STAY WITH YOU

YOUR HEART IS FOUL YOUR “FRIENDS” KNOW TOO

 

copyright Angel Brynner/KPM

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