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Suit and Tie

An Open Letter to you (the fans):
I hope this gets to you the right way. It’s the only way I know to do it.

Some people may criticize me for the last 3 days.

But it was fun, right?? Right?!?! Besides, I’d rather speak directly to all of you.

And, who can knock me for having a little bit of fun with it?

Well… No more teasing. Although, it was A LOT of fun. (Did I mention that I’m having fun with this?? Ha!)

*Makes a serious face*

So, here goes:

This year is an exciting one for me.

As you probably have heard through the “grapevine,” I’m gearing up for a big 2013.
Back in June of last year, I quietly started working on what is now, my next journey with that thing I love called MUSIC.

The inspiration for this really came out of the blue and to be honest, I didn’t expect anything out of it. I just went into the studio and started playing around with some sounds and songs. It was probably the best time I’ve had in my career…

Just creating with no rules and/or end goal in mind and really enjoying the process.
What I came up with is something I couldn’t be more excited about!

It is full of inspiration that I grew up listening to and some newfound muses that I’ve discovered along the way.

I’m calling it “The 20/20 Experience,” and it’s coming out this year.
I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed making it.

That’s all I’m giving you for now… I know, I know! Again, with the teasing!!!
Get ready. This is going to be fun (well, at least it is for me).

 

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Love You Like a Brother
Treat you like a friend
Respect you like a lover

You could bet that
Never gotta sweat that

If you be the cash
I'll be the rubber band
You be the match
Imma be your fuse
Boom!
Painter baby you
Could be the muse
I'm the reporter baby
You could be the news
Cause you're the cigarette
And I'm the smoker
We raise a bet...
Cause you're the joker
Truth though
You are the chalk
And I could be the blackboard
And you can be the talk
And I could be the walk

Even when the sky comes falling
Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I
So put your pretty little hand in mine
Even when we're down to the wire baby
Even when it's do or die
We can do it baby simple and plain

Cause this love is a sure thing

You could bet that
Never got to sweat that

You could be the lover
I'll be the fighter babe
If I'm the blunt
You could be the lighter babe
Fire it up!
Writer baby
You could be the quote
If I'm the lyric baby
You could be the note
Record that!
Saint, I'm a sinner
Prize, I'm a winner
And it's you
What can I do to deserve that
Paper baby
I'll be the pen
Say that I'm the one
Cause you are a ten
Real and not pretend!

Even when the sky comes falling
Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I
So put your pretty little hand in mine
Even when we're down to the wire baby
Even when it's do or die
We can do it babe simple and plain
Cause this love is a sure thing

Rock with me baby
Let me hold you in my arms
Talk with me baby

This love
Between you and I
As simple as pie baby
Such a sure thing
Oh is it a sure thing

Even when the sky comes falling
Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I
So put your pretty little hand in mine
Even when we're down to the wire baby
Even when it's do or die
We can do it baby simple and plain
This love is a sure thing
Love you like a brother
Treat you like a friend
Respect you like a lover


isto não vale de nada. mas apetece-me dize-lo.

ideas

i'm ready

só de mim

Só de mim from Diffuse on Vimeo.

arrives/departures

David Bowie, Justin Timberlake.
estão para chegar os tão esperados albuns.

it's a beautiful life.

Bye Baby

NaS | "Bye Baby" (Visualized by Aristotle) from By Any Means T.V. on Vimeo.

I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby


Bye baby, I guess you know why I walked away
When we walked to the altar that was an awesome day
Did counselling, couldn’t force me to stay
Something happens when you say I do, we go astray
Why do we mess it up, we was friends we had it all
Reason you don’t trust men, that was your daddy fault
He in the grave, let it go, he no longer living
Said you caught him cheating with mom and other women
Fuck that gotta do with us

Here’s the keys to the newest truck
Birkin bags, we burnin’ cash, now baby do it up
No matter who you fuck, that was before me
Wanted you as my shawty since I saw you screamin’
“Hate you so much right now”
Should’ve saw the man in angry black women
Ashes of a demon, I’m leaving

I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby (Bye baby)
You know I’m saying bye-bye (Bye-bye baby)
Cause I’m sayin’ bye-bye (Bye baby)
Cause I’m sayin’ bye-bye
I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby


Bye baby, I guess you know why I had to leave
Seven months in your pregnancy, ’bout to have my seed
Let’s take it back some years, rewind it to the happy years
You and your Star Trak fam, I’m thinking you cats are weird


Same time, different year, I was diggin’ ya flow
Then I tatted you on my arm so niggas would know
I thought no one could stop us, matching gold watches
I was your Johnny Depp, you was my Janis Joplin
Yet, the cuter version, yet I knew you personally
Better than you knew yourself and I knew this for certain
Crib in the Dominican you got away from everybody

You screaming at the racist cops in Miami was probably
The highlight of my life, like “Hi yo look at my wife”
Gangsta, me and twenty cops ’bout to fight, crazy night
Bailed you out, next morning we got clean
Like it never happened and later we at that Heat game
Just another day in the life of two people in love
But it wasn’t enough, so baby guess what

Listen, could you imagine writing your deposition?
Divorce Lawyer telling you how this thing gonna be ending?
With you paying out the ass, and I’m talking half
Not some but half. No serious, half
Half of your soul, half of your heart you leaving behind
It’s either that or die, I wanted peace of mind
And all I seen was selfish cowards, under they breath

Saying “why did Nas trust her?”, but look at yourself, speak louder bruh
You live with your babymoms and scared to make an honest woman out of her
And make her your bride, fake bitch you ain’t even alive
At least I can say I tried plus enjoyed the ride
Plus we got our little boy, my little joy and pride


He got my nose, my grill, your colour, your eyes
Next go round I hope I pick the truest type and watch me do it all again
It’s a beautiful life, aight


Goodbye

closed.

Channel Orange could be your last album? This could be it? It could be. It could be it, if I flew next week and my plane crashed! It could be it if somebody walked along and shot me for my bracelet or something. It could always be it. The idea of recognising your strengths and using them in as versatile a way as you can is cool to me. I don’t ever want to be caught up in a system of thinking I can do one thing cos that’s just … that’s just telling yourself a lie. But I do like to sing. I play piano every day. I enjoy that. still playing everyday.digo eu. fechou-se um ciclo. foi bom enquanto durou. não, foi muito bom enquanto durou. quem sabe um dia.

acompanhou por uns meses aqui deste lado.

explicar o fenomeno a quem nao conhece.

where are we now?

parabens meu velho

pay atention

Entre e Ouça

há anos que ...  ia escrever algo sobre o passado. sobre a semana passada, sobre o ano passado, sobre outra vida.

não escrevo. escrevo de paredes, de rostos de pérola, de mãos de seda, de labios torneados a vermelho.

escrevo de musicas, de filmes, de flores, de motoristas de sobretudo e luvas pretas. de surpresas, de lagrimas, de risos, de abraços, de gelo e de fogo.

escrevo de apertos, de sufocos, escrevo de mãos dadas, de vidros embaciados, de garfos na comida, de gargalhadas, de pés no tablier, de decotes, de tatuagens, de viagens, de tudo.

escrevo de pele, de musicas repetidas, de mãos na cara, de desapego, de crença, de desejo, de confusão, de conformidade. de gostar, de não gostar. de nao poder ser teu amigo. de ser teu amigo.

de desejar nunca ter caído deste modo para um estado estranho. como o lugar que é estranho por todas as pontas e perspectivas.

isto sou eu resolvido. de não me negar ao que o filme da vida me trará no próximo plot-point. de não saber se me irei lançar ou não.

não. sim.

pudesse eu parar este relogio que bate cá dentro. estradas para andar para a frente, nunca para trás.

injusto, dizem-me todos os dias. Bem sei. Mas não podemos mentir, dizem-me que como o MEC falava..que nao sou o tacho em banho maria, mas que o coraçao(cérebro) vai-se cansar mais dia menos dia.

Afinal ja dizia a musica que é no amor que procuramos encontrar a cura. sinto-me doente.

confesso.

não minto. deixo acontecer, sou verdadeiro. e talvez isso sempre me tenha deixado assim deste modo.

caras junto as frinchas das portas. casas cheias de telas sofás e filmes.

red lipstick's, certezas de pleasure e paixões. não por quem, mas porque tipo de amor.

Castles in the Snow at last, I Can't Wait de novo.

vale-me o sol.

que isto se resolva em breve. seja para que lado for. Foi só isso que pedi aos Reis Magos na noite de ontem.

Leve-me ao Sonho, Ed Motta.

The Place Beyond The Pines

Hyperreal Paintings, Diego Gravinese

http://www.diegogravinese.com/site2

flyimg lotus

japan.

Jay, its me.

just perfect

perfeito

2012 foi assim.