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Genesis.

Pour out my lifeline’s wine
Here’s a toast to the ghost that told me that it was all inside my life’s mind
Bang your head against the sky and you can own that
Everything else is just noise, and you can coin that
Turn on, tune in, drop out – do what you want homie
But I’ll still hustle for supper, fuck if the world knows me
Who is this?
The same cat that doesn’t even have a pen to write up a wish list
I’m a creature of the wind, an angel with a blindfold
Shine like the moon on the water, plus my mind’s gone
Life’s a ride, grip to her rails
Write your vows on a rug and pin them on her coattails
Say happy trails, to say the least
Reach now, or forever hold your grief
I’m just a piece of the puzzle, muzzled with puddle that I struggle with
More like an ocean of emotions, still I love this shit
Genesis.

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¡MAYDAY! – Death March

Directed by Bernz & Wrekonize
Edited by Wrekonize
Produced by Andrea Casales & DJ EFN
DP: Jacob Rivera
Shot by Jacob Rivera,Giancarlo Loffredo,Anthony Uribe & Bernz
VFX by Artograf
Gaffers: Jacob Rivera & Giancarlo Loffredo
Key Grip: Jesus “The Mayor” Munoz
Featuring Eddie Gigs,Reef Eckhart, & Natasha Wylde

For more info on the new album “Take Me To Your Leader” and upcoming tour dates >>CLICK HERE<<

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D-Projects in Alaska.

Tonight and tomorrow night you can catch Insanity Isn‘t and Teo Castellanos’ “NE 2nd Ave” at Out North Contemporary Art House.

Insanity Isn’t

Insanity Isn’t is the story of Acey Sickly. While trying to sleep through the American dream, Acey wakes to an American nightmare to find himself plagued by financial burdens, media propaganda, religious beliefs, keeping up with the Jones’, his 9 to 5 and apocalyptic prophecies. B-Boy movements, rhyme, beatbox and live music weave together his journey back to insane sanity.


NE 2nd Ave

The emotional, often humorous one-man play depicts the lives of a Puerto Rican small time drug dealer, a deprived African-American young lady, a Haitian jitney driver, a Cuban-Jewish grandfather, Rasta Man, African American adolescent trying to find his footing in life, a Cuban rafter and a gay man, who each take the audience on a memorable journey through the intense streets of Miami.

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¡MAYDAY! – Studio Sessions (Part 3) (Feat. Plex Luthor & Gianni Cash)

Primal Pop Media provides a Never-Before-Seen glimpse into the
soundscaping methods of ¡MAYDAY! producers Plex Luthor and Gianni
Cash. Discussing topics from their own music theory, producing Tech N9ne’s Klusterfuk EP, to the benefits of
working as a unit, this rare opportunity yields a peek into the
creative process of one of Miami’s most explosive bands on the road to
their Strange Music debut “Take Me To Your Leader” , due out March 27th
2012.

A Primal Pop Media eye jammy.

Directed, Filmed, and Edited by Roberto “BEANS” Granizo

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NonMs – “Basel Nights”

Join my little brother, friend, Control Freak, and fellow Flipside King, NonMS – also ¡MAYDAY!’s own nuclear instrumentalist, on a journey through the streets of midtown Miami, as he picks up and commands the pulse of the world famous Art Basel event. ENJOY!

And keep a ear out for the new ¡MAYDAY! album coming out this March, “Take Me To Your Leader”. Don’t wanna rub it in or anything, but I have copies of basically all the tracks that are going on the album, and they are FIIIIIYYYAAAAAA!!!!!

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Eleven.


i’m just wondering — who will survive?

regardless of what petty points you can pet-peeve at, we all live here
the bus driver working 12 hour shifts 6 days a week that i gave my 2 dollars to yesterday
the politicians, soldiers, and rebels
witches, drunks, fuck-ups, drop-outs and quitters
smokers, thieves, liars, fathers and whores
mothers who adore and those that will leave their babies at doors
that plastic face lady who walks her dog daily only to show off something, maybe
that’s just my perception
kids in detention, love without mention
the man who treats everything around himself as an extension – he thinks…

“shit, if i’m surrounded by vegetarians, artists, people who dress thrift, push smart whips, read books like “the new earth” and shop at whole foods, trader joes and ikea; then i too am like that – except me, please – i will do anything for you”

we are all lost and found at the exact same time that never ends, the perfect balance shifting constantly to end all trends
walking oxy-morons talking on walkie talkies texting our lovers that we love them while they sit in the next room wondering if they made the right choice above them
sad sons, delightful daughters
students, scientist, priests and rabbi’s
enemies and allies
those who oppose the prose of the on-going knowing, knowing thy lie
realize, eyes are only there to stare and see past the tangible glares, not for seeing
you can only see with feeling
touch the taste of fate with a face full of faith and bathe in its believing
the ones that say it isn’t real unless your bleeding
the ones that give it all and don’t give up to keep succeeding
it’s sucks we’re leaving
but “only believers in death will die” mr. williams said into the heads when reading
are you with me?
it’s all just a bag of halo’s and horns
the painfully scorned
my mother, brother and seed guiding me thoroughly through the mud of life until i reach that seabord
cause lady life is fuckin sad, and moping around like a girl’s broken heart i didn’t break, but put up with because i’ve fallen, like her – an angel, with bat wings
homeless families and makers of guns
miners and finders of oil who sell it by tons
tattooed tongues, tykes in tanks who are way too young
the HIV league and the some with cancer in lungs
painters of the sun, dancers of the moon
encounters of the third kind, injecters of the womb
i hear you in the music, and use it when i lose it
this is not an opinion, or a plead
but simply a toast, to “the we”

may life, god, jesus, the universe, spirits, aliens, angels, cosmos, planets, demons, electricity, a collective consciousness, buddha, jehovah, santeria, oshun, yemaya, ganesh, osho, the dali llama, thich nhat hanh, conspiracies, ghost, crosses, demi-gods, saints, music, teaching, dancing, painting, instruments, light, darkness, the all, the nothing, or whatever the hell it is you do or dont believe in, guide you there while taking care of you. don’t worry, it’s all just one big forrest with many paths; and if you get lost, trees will be cut down, mountains will be moved, and skies will light up.

happy new years.

-g.

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Mira.

Hot water on a platter to lather the bloody spit pool
I’ve shifted, pulled, pushed and prayed for that honeycomb bull
It’s there, it happened
Now I’m clapping with a sad frown
Back down to laugh loud at the fact that I’ve passed that now
It’s in the chest;
cold, curdled, cracked, crooked, and cooking
Laying in bed with a fell asleep head that likes looking
I can feel the smell of her life swirling through her gypsies with all the secrets
I’ve know myself to fall and still I pre-release it
I’m being me though, me means us doing the three-legged race with no latitude
Gravity, please slide me there and show gratitude
It’s all neon like, and that to me seems to be worth sweat
This is my sunrise confession in the middle of the night with no nets.

–Rudi Goblen

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