#15D ART HOUSE GOALS -SEASON FINALE PART IV OF IV NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST

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THIS IS PART IV OF THE SEASON FINALE….
Over the past year or so it has been a wild time to say the least. Creatively it has been a revelation, personally umm.. closer to a wreck, and in one case literally a wreck.
We’ve always had an ambitious vision for H V B R, the last year and a half has brought us something unexpected and most of the creative attention and resources have gone into building up this aspect of H V B R. The toughest element is balance, how do we bridge what we’ve been trying to accomplish with what we’ve found and leverage it into something more grand… we’re at the heels of it now, you’ll hear from us soon.
-H V B R (High Volume Beelaash{luxury in the Bengali language} Recordings
2/10/23
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The content :
Grass Clippings on a coffe table
Gold bond around the way so
I slam the door get out my face bro
Fast forward 13 years crashed Romeo 
Thats an object those not stable
Days got gone , and my face feel foreign
I am strong  (though) I am dormant
My mind is touring kind (of) like Mormon  
Can I get a moment of clarity 
It’s so many wrongs don’t remember me
Eyes to the sky like hey surprise 
We don’t want the doors we just want the life
Hey Cinderella my shoes are better
Gaultier glasses cordovan leather 
You make it rain  I switch the weather 
Temper tantrums this is a ransom 
Life so random and I’m so huh

Let it rain, let’s make a way
Don’t want my goals to be MIA
Paper planes  paper boats
Payin for pain man that don’t float

Hey Hiawatha need praise from my father
Need a place and some water 
Diving in whiskey streams
I’ll keep risking dreams

Cuff it all night we ain’t go no sense of losses
We ain’t all right  life is a monster 
Riding to old ways do what cha wanna
Drama brings woe
Baba dreamt gold 
Turmeric color skin
I don’t settle for a Benz
Upended and rooted 
Man ain’t this some bullshit
Toolys that I use keep me in a noose
Really what I do is try keep it loose
Bail form the bottom I hope we don’t rot
Apple cores, Mac book stores
Save what you wanna, we’d don’t stop at more
Payless sneakers your boys on  speakers 
Yellow cab fares this life ain’t yeah

All roads are mine yeah
Those clothes are mine yeah
This show is mine yeah
I’m off my mind yeah
Don’t you mind me
The shows remind me
That I will not be 
All that I see

Years in the making
Art house cravings
Sothebys goals
Southern fried flows
America don’t like me, mixed breed vulture 
Yeah I’m vulgar, tearing at your culture

too live for my own mind

Cy twombly out the gate
Jean Miro no brakes
Car crash that’s fate
Romeo switch place (plates)
Tired a new lace

These fabrics speak magic
I own’ know how it happened 

(Boar bristles I don’t fuck with pigs
That horse hair brush buff feel kind of rough)
Leather conditioners (conditioned up) don’t tell me to switch it up

If it all falls in alignment I’ll place prayers in consignment 
You get one and you get one I’m  far away from that LA son/sun
LA son swam pan pacific 
See my face you land pacific
Going back home don’t land pacific 
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