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Act I: Hello World
04:48
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<< LYRICS >>
FRANTIC:
Poetry, my first love, let me offer you a ring
Let’s meld ourselves together, what will our future bring?
From scribbles in a math notebook, the first time that we met
You’ve been by my side, no surprise, raining or sunset
So many notebooks, filled with trash and gold
Still burning embers, a flame unmatched to hold
You set a fire in me, then you winked and sent me on this journey
These syllables and metaphors, my tongue would yearn to speak
You gave me my voice, a pennant poised to hoist
Ironically became a place to shelter from the noise
Pen and paper alloys, a shell with which to grace
Scribbling and scratching ink stains on my carapace
Let’s make haste, let’s get to it, let’s make our kind of music
Ever since this love was shown to me, my heart could not refuse it
My first ode to you my dear, certainly not the last
My heart beats fast, past me aghast, they can watch how long we last
This union that we have, let’s push ourselves the farthest
This is just the beginning, I know i’ll try my hardest
But you gotta make a lotta garbage if you want to be an artist
Let’s make something to look back on, and smile at where it started
Conspiratory jeering glory, more than what it seems
Similes as strong as impredicativity
The nettles pour, memories of sticks and trees
The hissing streams, it would be remiss of me
We were handed someone else's dreams and ambitions
Couldn’t comprehend complicit, maybe that’s what’s been missing
If it means that you’ll revisit, a past so wrong and twisted
Would you reveal, would you risk it? If you screamed, would they listen?
This spraycan-stained hand, purveyor of the strange lands
Remain damned, clamped to scorch stained plans
Scoff at those who grasp hourglasses, grams of sand
I’d rather rage a rain dance, seeking risen fey plans
Emerge from the forest, portents of blood and bone
I’ll watch you die in your cities, licking flames in mud and stone
I say that with no malice, tears pour into your chalice
I’ll be howling at the moon beneath aurora borealis
CHORUS
Hello World, it’s nice to meet (Hello World!)
Happy Birthday to a brand new beast (Happy Birthday!)
x2
KID SOLOMON:
Average height, medium build
No more waiting for these shoes to get filled
highly versatile brain child, lyrically skilled
Any ape can use a tool but watch a real man drill
A nice Chianti and your flesh on the grill
Red stains on the carpet like a cabernet spill
Step into the valley of hyenas, you get killed
(Metaphorically of course, cause I'm a pacifist still)
Shadow boxing with my demons in the rafters
Confront the darkness till they out me put me out to pasture
Striving to overcome my addictions and attachments
To discipline the self is how your truly kill your masters
I fell in love with language when I was only yay high
Steady diet of humble pie, but now I rise
I slice and dice my opponents and don’t apologize
This mid-size writer’s a prize fighter, take you by surprise.
CHORUS
Hello World, it’s nice to meet (Hello World!)
Happy Birthday to a brand new beast (Happy Birthday!)
x2
KID SOLOMON
But let me take you back to ninth grade
Just a wide-eyed kid putting words on a page
Senior year, I’m performing for my peers;
Let me introduce you to a kid who has no fear
Always in trouble for talking in class,
The usual suspects, yeah, we got the the gift of the gab
They tried, but they could never keep me quiet
Try to muzzle this pup, and you gon’ get the incisors
Passion burning like a fire in my chest,
The call to of the wild says “young man, go west”
I use my brain like a bulletproof vest:
Don’t let the feelings out, keep em locked in the depths.
But then I found a world of words to help me understand my heart,
I wrote poems to keep from falling apart.
Discovered a talent, a touch of fire in the tongue,
And ever since then to this craft I've clung
So fly, so far-fetched and far flung
I think rhyme, spit rhythm, and now I'm done
Ha! That last line was a fucking lie
I keep spitting till the day I die
My man Frantic ain't just shooting the breeze
You gotta plant seeds if you wanna these see trees
gotta make a lotta garbage if you want to be an artist,
so I till soil and still toil for the harvest
You might be thinking 'What a damn conflagration
Of sound and fury and lyrical presentation!"
We don't hold back, cause that is not our function
Shiiit, this is just the introduction...
Chorus:
Hello World, it’s nice to meet (Hello World!)
Happy Birthday to a brand new beast (Happy Birthday!)
x2
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2. |
Act II: Precipice
04:46
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<< LYRICS >>
“There is a cliff whose high and bending head looks fearfully in the confine deep. Bring me but to the very brim of it! From that place I shall no leading need…” (King Lear, Act IV Scene 1).
FRANTIC:
It’s a nervous excitement, couldn't fight it
heart in my throat as I stood and confided
in the nearby trees and it seemed
that my voice reached them, cutting through the gulls’ screams
A response came then in a questioning lilt
“You’re really going to share all this ink that you've spilt?”
the anger, the fear, the doubt and the guilt
brandish this blade with its half-made hilt
with eyes sealed tight and hair windswept
a smile on my lips and a heart that leapt
this nurtured flame so carefully kept
could never be less: foot to edge and I leapt!
both feet first, heart fit to burst
this is Loki’s turf, screaming “please choke, terfs!”
flirt with disaster, new skills to master
skirt round the pastors, crooks in the pasture
laughter in the pain, joy in the rain
if I say that enough it could be my refrain
there's no shame in chasing what you want to be
always wanted to be an artist with a pen and a beat
pardon me, what you're hearing here is a part of me
and honestly? the pressure i put on myself can make it hard to breathe, might just leave.
might just cease, might make peace
might forget about the man that i seek to be
might forget the plan, the hopes, the scheme
can't regret or fail if you choke your dreams...
ha! nope! did'ja buy it?
with failure i am non-compliant
rising roaring wings spread soaring
never boring, soul contorted
lyrics hoarded, self important
thought so foreign, once so sordid
twice distorted, thrice reported
to have something to say? Well, fuck, let's record it
KID SOLOMON:
No man has leapt off the edge and survived
No guarantee you'll come out of this alive
But what lost light lurks in the beyond
The night is always darkest before the dawn
Black hole in the side of the hill
Darker than the deeds that who stalk you still
Sign above the door strikes you with a sudden fear
“Beware, all ye who enter here!”
Find your way to the unknown island
planets die and stars are shining.
Point of no return, im blinded
Pulled into the event horizon
No time to stay home while we reminisce
Enter the void, strike forth for the conduit
Steal fire from the gods like Prometheus
Teeter on the edge, higher than a pegasus
And to say the fall is deadly would be generous
No extra life, this ain't no Sega genesis
Prepare to lose it all if you step to this
One step between the poet and the precipice
One step between the poet and the precipice
(One step, one step, one step...)
BRIDGE:
Approach the edge,
No telling what's ahead
I try to get some sleep when I am dead
Approach the future,
Take a risk
Abandon all your understanding
Find your bliss
Approach the precipice
I can't resist it
Though pitch is vicious,
I embrace the distance
Approach the edge
And feel your tension tighten.
Surrender fully
to the fear that you are fighting
KS:
“Eat the rich“ is now the slogan
All the things the wealthy are withholding
I'm emboldened to take a leap of faith
and let the fire blaze.
Accepting I am always slowly dying
Until the day I find my true alignment
Kill your masters and your darlings, spill your insides.
Aching arms arriving at the summit
Stepping off the edge with churning stomach
Wind caress my body gently as I plummet
It's a long way down and I am falling
Telling truth has now Become a calling
All our knowledge worth the trade,
Now watch the surface fade.
F:
The surface fades, eyes that glaze
Set like Sol in a dusky haze
A winking eye, a blink in my,
Gaze burns bright, horizons sight
Feet that entreat, a toe-tapped spire
I’m the least of Eden and my soul sings choirs
Plead, entreat to the great denier
Stack me up with driftwood for the pyre
Harp on bygones, more of a lyre
A tired heart and a co-conspirer
Oh so dire, shoes to the edge
Oh there he goes so elusive again
Elucidate this elusive place
Gather with the ghoulish, loose mask displace
Rotten reticent, retreat, replace
Emboldened gaze, broke through the haze
OUTRO:
“Oh bless you. Now, fellow, fare thee well...
“Good sir!”
“Ahhh..!”
“Alive or dead?”
(King Lear, Act IV Scene VI).
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Act III: Nyctohylophobia
03:29
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<< LYRICS>>
Kid Solomon:
I like to pretend that I was born the illest
But the boy became a man with the help of the village
Gotta bring a boon back, face the desert and the blizzard
And divvy up the goods with the rest of the chilluns.
Frantic:
Creases in the lines of the scripture that they preach
Wolfish in their habits infiltrating the clergy
Arrival, discovery, tumblers spitting teeth
When the key is more akin to a sheep wearing fleece
KS:
Alive but disheveled, we stumble through the breach
And fumble for the pieces of our shattered sanity
Eyes crossed, arms flapping like a parakeet
Can’t back down, like they double-dog-daring me
F:
Daring me, comparing me, a bark or with a growl
Atoms formed from dust, churchs gold plated trowel
Need me i’m in the woods with the foxes and the owls
Triple check all your locks when we’re out and on the prowl
KS:
Yeah we prowling deep into the bowels of the earth,
Hoping for the best, but prepared for the worst
Not even sure what we're seeking, but we start the search
A journey of a thousand miles starts with a step first.
F:
Destination far, origin in pits of tar
The prose is flowery, the attitude is dog star
Repertoire removed rudely, wrenched from the reservoirs
Origin story gory, poorly scribed in my memoirs
KS:
Flames flicker and the shadows lurch
Found a pile of gold, but it’s probably cursed
Finally emerge at the top of the mountain
Find a blind man meditating, bearded and soundless
Begging him for answers, but he doesn’t say a word
Only gestures to the perch of a nearby bird
So we leave empty-handed, only silence heard
For the young and foolish, wisdom always sounds absurd
F:
In the basement made a face meant for masquerade
And lately these days fades at a faster rate
If I get the look right maybe I can master fate
If I can spin straw to jade, a fusillade of accolades
The truth seduced me with its cordial intrusion
My bedroom roof thinks my dreams are mournful delusions
Normally a place for me to chase flying z’s, but
Lately it's a stage for my anxieties
KS:
Anxious, but we forge ahead at any cost
To find your way home, you might have to get lost
Take an arrow in the heel, break the shaft off
Discovery hovering just ahead, and so we blast off
Fight a wild beast, leap from rock to rock,
A sword-swing parried and a fireball blocked.
Faded map written on ancient piece of cloth,
Swing across the chasm on a vine, Lara Croft
Have to lose your mind if you truly want to find it
Real danger, fighting for our survival
Gaze into the eyes of the obsidian idol
Eventually the exodus becomes an arrival
F:
Arrival, I’m heading west with Fievel
Ghosts on my shoulder, yeah, I guess I’ll hang with the alive though
Time grows, and casts its insistent shadow
Antlers on my forehead, shoulders meant for nine crows
The spine bows, with its creaks and groans
My peaks and lows, at least these sticks and stones
Couldn’t reach me at my nadir and never touch my zenith
Teach me how to make fear my crutch and my apprentice
It’s Frantic, so called Mr. Fantastic
Set me a goal and watch me reach out and grab it.
Never meant to be on a mic, these moments so candid,
Whooped ass, then I canned it; lit a flame, then I fanned it.
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5. |
Act IV: Here Be Dragons
05:14
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<< LYRICS >>
KID SOLOMON:
First pick in the game, charmander
Late night grind tryna raise the standard
Putting in 10,000 hours at the dojo
Dragon-style for life, we got the mojo
You know me, Height average, build medium
Burn red hot, Fire-type, charmeleon
Frequent flier on the mic, never get the jitters,
Went from the runt of the litter to a heavy-hitter,
Now the kids all groan like a dad joke,
And you know I got it covered like a rain coat
Wu-tang flow so sick that it's painful
Mix it up, mix it up like a coke float
Feeling so fresh prints like a snow day
Got ya boi jumping like a pump fake
Everything I own in a suitcase
Hair today, gone tomorrow like a toupee
This is martial lyricism mixed with the dark arts
Stand any closer and you're gonna be wearing some charred garb
You think the kid spit fire now and these bars hard?
Wait till I evolve like a mother****ing charizard
FRANTIC:
ha! maybe it's a joke
maybe it's lazy, the way that i emote
maybe it's a phrase, he's afraid that he mispoke
never for the praise, a display that he invoked
or maybe it's the truth and silence and the reason
The proof and the science, the defiance of the heathen
set loose with a violence undefined in every season
aloof with the violets, stunned to find he's still sleepin
but fishing’s swell at the wishing well
I christened myself and dismissed the crown
but the machine tells of a blistering sound
existing between a blush and frown
it won't be bound, pound the ground
unleash and feast on the smoking town
lope and growl, choke the howl
my trees three feet, brought a rope and trowel
hidden here is a chest with a fortune from which to wrest,
just ignore the shattered souls, broken hulls and the wrecks.
Maybe it’s a test, nothing more, nothing less,
Maybe this is purgatory: cursed or blessed
CHORUS
Off the edge of the map (Here be Dragons)
Throw away the map (Here be Dragons)
Too late to turn back (Here be Dragons)
Nothing but some fire-breathing heathens (Here be Dragons)
KID SOLOMON:
Not concerned with appearances, we got a trashy fashion
Our sole mission is to make shit happen,
So dope that it’s gauche, and we're never lacking in passion
This that wax on, wax off kinda action
The smouldering ruins of the city is my legacy
Reckless with the rhymes, spit vicious and unabashedly
Murder a verse and saunter away nonchalantly
Please do not at me, all these Chads, Karens and Chatty-Kathys
Still young, but they say I got an old soul
Working harder than an elf at the north pole
Uphill both ways like some old folks
Bust ass till we reach that goal post
Still working on the craft like Blair witch
Throw a few shots back like a small fish
Nothing but net when I shoot, that's a big swish
Crew so motley, looking like misfits
UH - Savage bars, they call me a barbarian
Dragon blood coursing through our veins: targaryen
Call me Drogon, Smaug, or Seeth the Scaleless;
Came to crush the castle cause the royalty has failed us
FRANTIC:
Worst of times I can still
Slur out my lines And they will
Spur on my mind No standstill
No landfill, Gold? Got a panful
cold? get a candle, sold by the handful
take my hand, follow me, shall we dance till
midnight’s bite? alright,
frying pans and fires, tap dancing on the handle
ha! still going, still here and still growing
nearly overflowing, veneer’s golden glowing
all self-taught, clearly I am showing
sincerely I am hoping the mirror will stop its gloating
unlikely in all truth, I was once called “weirdly confident”
wasn't sure how to respond to it: Despondent to here rockin it.
Guess I was once the opposite, sometimes I feel so fraudulent
if the inner you feels incompetent, at least try to be cognizant
strange to choose to have something to prove,
to make something new, to have something to lose
and how it grew, loose thoughts to stew
blue this up to a brand new hue
i could rhyme to a laughtrack, scratch that,
under a ladder giving daps to a black cat
always been a lil abstract, gas mask
so sick, need one of those ^ and a straus flask
CHORUS
KID SOLOMON:
Resistant to (1) magic, (2) fire, (3) bullshit and (4) trickery;
All you sword-and-board punks better keep your distance, step carefully.
I’ll roast a GOAT, put your carcass on a rotisserie.
Leave zero doubts in your mind about where the dragons be
Got a question for tha boi?? Best be asking it.
I'm not the source of the vibes, I'm just the catalyst
Tapping into the arcane flame and then we channel it
Party nearby? best believe we'll be crashing it.
Burn the whole place down like a smoke show
Still hunting for a bounty like Solo
Kessel run twelve parsecs with the cargo
We all know Han shot first, that's a low blow,
Vocab’s rich but I'm not fancy
still from the same old block like jenny
Slapdash, I don't fly first class,
So gauche, just put me in coach, im ready
Bitches wanna slay me, but I don’t give two shits
You wanna battle, boy? you better bring your oven mitts
Hoarding this treasure, plus our wingspans the largest
Your whole squad dead in one breath: Dracarys.
CHORUS
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7. |
Act V: Elysian Fields
05:05
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<< LYRICS>>
FRANTIC:
here we are, the triumphant return
a chest full of spoils, adventure adjourned
a lesson in toil, scratches and burns
plans made and foiled, reflected and learned
if we knew had it ended, would we still set out
i'll smile and wave for the beckoning crowd
take me in their arms, we made it home now
wide smiles, eyes hide a rumbling cloud
they never told me how a journey could change you
emerge victorious, with a soul that’s stained through
who knew that came with a bit of melancholy
wrists bound on up by the thread of ariadne
when you skim to the win by the skin of your teeth
a glimmering shimmer in the grin of the beast
when the quiver yawns vacant, an empty sheathe
when you hurl yourself howling to the swirling breach
each coated and cloaked in smoke, throat chokes
those ghosts that awoke, evoked oak and spoke
guttural growls and half-coughed croaks
mustering howls and a last lost joke
feet hit the ground, and return to present
adoring adulation, festive, resplendent
the sun’s clawed through the oppressive sky
lungs deep sigh, single tear from my eye
golden light on my face and a slow cracked smile
a sight to embrace and a woe to reconcile
for night, love, i brace, let's lie awake a little while
a plight to erase, a life to recompile
when a changed man reaches home is it still really his?
its smaller, he's taller, still stumbles on in
nothing’s changed, and everything’s changed
what he brings and what he left: that age-old exchange
> CHORUS:
It’s all I want to see home one more time
It’s all I hoped for
x2
KID SOLOMON:
Get a load of this, my metamorphosis
Rock and roll like I’m in the myth of Sisyphus
Body breaks with the weight of apotheosis
I know it’s never hopeless, i just need to find my focus
But you gotta find the beauty in the undergrowth
Hustle hard, be humble and let the rest go
But Life is tricky, stay with me, it’s such a mess, though
No magic rabbit, no suit and tie yelling “presto!”
I won't be swayed by the siren song of Calypso
My mantra YOLO, my motto is Conquiesco
Kid Sol got the goods from the get-go
I’m still stewing, nothing spicier than my next flow
But is all the sound and fury just to satisfy my ego?
Or do I speak to edify my people?
Blazing a trail for those who remain,
Carving a space for others to rise up and claim
I lie awake at night, hoping it’s not a waste
The prayers that I mumble and the dreams that I chase
Wrestle with my perfectionism, waiting for the come-up
Every time I reach the top there’s another summit
Can a man be both compassionate and strong?
Spitting couplets on a budget, watch me carry-on
Sleeping peaceful in Yddrasil with no clothes on
I blast tunes, carve runes, and hope for another dawn.
How you so rough on yourself when you a diamond?
How we know the science but still killing our climate?
How'd we get so fucking far out of alignment?
How we looking for joy our whole life and can’t find it?
Nobody else can convince you that you're worthy
Still learning that painful lesson, I’m almost thirty
Blood, sweat and tears from the uterus to the gurney
Gotta make the most of the journey.
> CHORUS
KS:
What's the difference between the battle and the voyage home?
Between a man and a boy? Between a prophecy and a poem?
F:
The house of Savoy, a pretender to the throne,
A thief of joy and a hearth or a home?
KS:
Would you rather be Achilles or Odysseus?
Warriors are welcoming the radiance
F:
Eurydice, wink-n-see, a bit insidious
Black and white thinking that turned to gradients
> CHORUS
KS:
Precious little time between the cradle and grave,
I pray you're brave enough to set sail and face the waves,
F:
Lessons and rhymes, and a fable so depraved
I'll stay amidst the blades if it means that y'all are saved
KS:
And if you make it home, you'll never be the same
F:
alive still to roam, no master to obey
TOGETHER:
Shake away the dismay, gaze at my domain
Wake up the next day, do it all again.
Outro: And whether we two shall meet again, I know not...
Goodnight, good brother!
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Gauche Coach Kelowna, British Columbia
Gauche Coach is the collaborative brainchild of two kelowna-based spoken word artists. Travis Andrews (AKA Frantic) and Nygel Metcalfe (AKA Kid Solomon) come together as the dynamic duo responsible for Gauche Coach, and all the lyrics, composition, and production therein. Undoubtedly, these ruthlessly uncouth soothsayers are here to make a statement. ... more
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