#15D ART HOUSE GOALS -SEASON FINALE PART IV OF IV

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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 

I look like what I’m not your eyes mea