The Artist Way LP

“Recovering A Sense Of...” (Prod. By Geronimo)

1. Safety

Regaining what is comfortable, soothing

Rediscovering the beauty in the dissonance

Build and release the tension, harness it

Capture the essence of what makes us

2. Identity

Often; going sane,

feels like going crazy

crazymakers go away

crazy get outa my face

Drive slow, fly low

Above & below

3. Power

To be nice vs to be real

anger is fuel kill 1st doubt

You’re all in my world now.

A willfully captive audience.

Jumpstart the heart, the art

4. Integrity

Clear the mind

Purge the spirit

Pick a road to walk

Not to flim and to flam.

All possible scenarios.

All possible outcomes

As long as it stays true

A cowboy with a code

What will be will be

Ascension energy

5. Possibility

The gravity of falling up and down.

The levity. To think of a thing and believe.

Accomplishment of spirit. To conjure and to wonder.

to wonder and to wait. The feeling of seizing a dream,

Of having it fall through your fingers & it coming back again.

6. Abundance

Exploring a Cave of wonders. Making more pie.

Dying over and over again in our infinite lives

Returning to checkpoint. Ready player X

Losing lives. Leveling up in the end.

The seeking is what it’s all about

The way back is the test of spirit

7. Connection

The rhythm, the continuous loop of a life

The rhythm is the life blood, the constant

The trouble of life is being separate from it

The force that powers us through the treble

Doesn’t it feel good to be connected though?

Wherever it goes it’s so much better

8. Strength

Off beat, on yer toes, in the zone

Most of our lives are spent waiting

Slashing through the weeds, seeking

Sizing up our opponent, Circling the wagons

Sword fighting the seven sinful samurai

Bobbing, weaving, queuing the drop

Finding your opportunity to strike

The light at the end of the tunnel

The moments we can celebrate

The dissonance, wakes us up

That’s why it’s so beautiful

9. Compassion

The aftermath of all the fighting

Dueling, grueling, doubting, shouting

Nothing needs to be this tumultuous, tense

Least of all with the self of one’s own yourself

Listening to all the wisdoms of the trees

Breaking, falling, feeling, loving, losing

Even with the Knowledge we have

The willingness to do it all again

10. Self-Protection

Nurture the garden in ones own bed

To sleep to dream, to care for ones self

The epic part of us wants So to come out

That cinematic, main character hero vibe

But it doesn’t always know that it’s safe

Smooth it with a song, a sweet melody

To coax it like you would a wild beast

So that it may grow to love flowers

11. Autonomy

Breath of fresh air, oxygen, levity

Catching the breeze on a sunny day

Finding the pocket of life, your own pocket

Leaning into yourself, your own accompaniment

Sprinkling glitter on the gold of fools, a joke

The courage to strike from long range

To strike silver, the real gold of gods

To thine own self be the most true

12. Faith ♡

Breaking the form, out of the shell that binds us

To put off what’s lurking round the corner for you

Our ghosts, our goblins, those bitch ass ghouls

Every level they arrange themselves differently

Play, slay, nay to the forces in your lower mind

Surrender only to the discerning voice of love

Faith in the good orderly design of all things

El Tigre (BONUS)

and even now i might still remember

all of those things that were left unsaid

i’ll keep my vice as long as I need it

i’ll lick my wounds when I’ve gone wrong

i’ll say my prayers as long as i mean it

i’ll earn my stripes before I’m gone

deep in the jungle are the wildest tigers

they know no space and no time

deep in the jungle you must go to find them

even then it is rare… even then it is rare

(i’m possessed like a man on a mission

hell bent to invent the likes of nuclear fission

with the wisdom to conquer it all

but there’s a rise and fall when I

insert and withdraw my name)

I liked those songs you sang in the summer

i liked those songs you sang in the rain

why don’t you sing those songs forever

why don’t you sing those songs again

it’s not too late to believe in the morning

it’s not too late to begin again

believe in fate as much as a warning

and I can wait to find a friend

and i try… and I sigh…

and I die… because you cried…