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Emotions

by Hellamental

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1.
Parhelia 05:33
This is poetry in prose Sick of all the girls who are ashamed of their toes if only you could feel this If you only knew what I know Long blond wavy rays of sunlight A little timid, sweet, but frigid Spoken notes penned and exchanged by brains half dead even in darkness your sun still shines and somehow I know its all going to be just fine And when the light comes in the morning It hides behind a cloud because the sun is jealous of you And you hide behind anything you can because that’s just what you do We are defined by action Not what you think or say But what you do And im alone helpless But I call this hell bliss Because at least I have your image in my head Its being trapped in a cage Where the keys are hanging on the wall Taunting you And just out of reach But what if the cage isn’t holding you in? What if it’s the world trying to keep you out? So when I sit back down to think The bare skin of my back is pressed against the cold steel And I close my eyes And tune out the rattle of the cage And feel I feel seeing your smile And how much warmer you make a room Those moments pass so fast And like fresh cut grass I wish that smell would never pass And I only wear a watch when we’re together Because when you count the seconds Time seems to last forever And you’ve seen that man in gray? The one who only walks on cloudy days Well he said to me with a grin, Someday it will all be yours, nothing like it was before someday it will all make sense back inside the cage, the steel is warm now and im on a beach eyes out of focus trying to reach the horizon that Parhelion on the right it brings the best light and the one on the left finally disappears and as the sun finally sets the sky starts to bleed and cry with the most beautiful colors ive seen in my life but I cant help but look away to stare at the picture I drew of you in the sand
2.
The Well 03:49
This air is cold These four walls wont even speak to me My soul begins to overflow Just words with nowhere to go Imaginary whispers making me shiver Theres noone else here to see the lights flicker the world feels like this room empty only bigger someone would be a sunrise warm skin, electrocution the pain of scalding water leaves scars forever but warms the winds icy breath when I close my eyes this night turns to day and this walking, talking cadaver is jolted awake but its cold inside this coffin and theres no room to move my arms are stuck to my sides until that sweet, precious moment when someone pries it open from the outside so I’m trapped until then just a ghost haunting a place that noone ever goes where the air smells like desperation and I cant get this horrible taste out of my mouth so where do I go from here? At the bottom of a well I cant climb up without sliding back down walls that wont even look at me wishing for a hand to pull me out grasping at the empty air for a hand to pull me out
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Kan't Care 05:15
Youre all alone And the air is cold Its almost midnight And the only light that’s left in sight Radiates from underneath the door on the right But you cant seem to turn the knob because youre scared that it’ll be too bright And you can feel it in your chest Bang bang bang from behind the door on the left But your palms are wet from tears and sweat And you cant help but remember what she said You’ve been alone this entire time Bleeding ink, line after line Searching for anything to tell you why Looking for a reason to leave it behind But the colors aren’t making sense Youre Looking through a different lens You made a promise to yourself To never come back to this place again But that stack of letters you never sent Are addressed to you like they’ve always been So now you plan to hand deliver A series of words and scribbled shivers The thought alone makes your top lip quiver So you find the closest, coldest river And drown the things you’d die to give her Because time is the tide It comes and goes just let it die Because its out of your control So you stand at a crossroads Staring at two doors And you have to choose Which one is yours The left is meant to be behind you And on the right is the light that’s you know is inside you You hear the banging but its not a fist Its just your heartbeat, clear and crisp You thought youd give it as a gift In a box with a bow and signed with a kiss But that was then and this is now dwelling on the past is not allowed caring for free costs more than youd think but being carefree is the missing link just walk away let her stay she’ll try to get you back someday just dry your hands be a man and open the door its when you cant care that you know you can
5.
I bet you used to daydream a lot Staring out a window the same day coming and going over and over again you couldn’t wait to fall asleep that night When you could finally close your eyes And see a sunset painted with colors that you made up in your mind And one day you knew that it was time But the more time you spend On roads that never end The harder it becomes to travel alone Now, for the things you leave behind You’ll probably miss them for a little while But In the process you will find The only thing you need is to believe. And the boxes full of memories and friendships made of stone Will follow you everywhere and you’ll never be alone You’ll never get left outside in the cold. And we’ll still be friends when you’re old. And trust me You’ll see You really can be anywhere you want. It’s tough. You just have to want it bad enough. So take my hand Lets close our eyes and make up new colors in our minds and when we’re done we’ll make the sun rise. And every single second that I have your hand in mine Is a second I’d re-live until the end of time.
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Mirrors 03:24
I’m here in this jungle where its always night Those 3 moonbeams are the only light Imprisoned by thoughts, her fever I caught, but not another poor soul in sight This old torn up dirty page That I was given at a younger age Taunts and teases and lists all the reasons that these memories will never fade And on the other side it reads That I know the path to the free But the only map is tattooed on my back and all of the mirrors were shattered by dreams I’m here in this jungle where its always night When out in the distance I see a light So I sprint through the brush, my soul in a rush, the canopy dances underthree moonbeams And that light’s getting closer it seems When all of the sudden I collapse with a thud and awake on a rock near a stream I still cant see through the night There’s less than three moonbeams of light And just when I think that the water is safe to drink, I feel my organs turn white. The whispers grow louder and louder My fingers, they crumble to powder That’s when I was told “youll always be alone, every time that you think you’ve found her.” So now I had to decide It gave me the power to make the sun rise And those first rays of light were the most beautiful sight that I ever have seen with my eyes Would the world become lovely again As soon as I forget about the end And start accepting the fact that I’m all that I have, is that where my story begins?

about

This has been the most eventful year of my life.

One year ago I left everything behind and moved to Kauai. There were a million reasons to leave, and just as many to stay, but I was tired of the complacence and the repetition. I was tired of being aimless and not knowing who I was supposed to be. It was the scariest thing I have ever done, and without question is the most important decision i've ever made. I didn’t stay as long as I planned. I left abruptly and probably for the wrong reasons, but going to Kauai taught me the importance of goals, and the necessity for a plan. If you have nothing to work towards, you have no purpose. So when I left Kauai, I made a new plan. And even though it didn’t end up exactly as I had hoped at the time, as I reflect on it a year later, i'm happy where I am in life and wouldn’t take back my decision if I could. It was a long fucking journey, with a lot of phases and detours and events I couldn’t have ever imagined, but that’s life right? Shit happens.

Music for me has always been an outlet; a language with which to express those feelings that we don’t have words for. I joke that I make music for me, and that I just let you guys listen to it, and I guess that’s true on some level. That’s how this album came about in the first place. But there’s another part of me that feels that if I, as a musician can do for one person what music has done for me in my life, then I have an obligation to learn and improve and evolve until I get good enough that it does help someone, somehow.

Emotions started with one song, one note, and really before that it was about a girl. It was a feeling that I couldn’t describe, to myself, let alone her. So how do I explain it? That emotion became "every single second" and that’s when it came to me: the Emotions EP. Three tracks expressing three different emotions that I couldn’t describe in words. Then it became 4. Then I added an interlude. Then I decided to write poems inspired by the songs. Then it became 5 songs and an interlude. Then 6. It became a sonic recreation of my entire past year. The ups, downs, adventures and mysteries. Everything I’ve felt this year is between these notes and rhythms. Its a tangible representation of my soul.

I had my work cut out for me. I'd get frustrated when things wouldn’t work. Writers block. Earaches. Distractions. At one point I almost scrapped the whole thing. But then id be jamming on something hip-hop and get inspired and go in and add something new and it would give birth to an entirely new song. I love that shit. I was painting pictures with the music. Creating dramatic scenes, tragedies, comedies, movie-kisses and twists and turns. I was letting the songs paint new pictures when I heard them back, and then writing those pictures down on paper. Sometimes it rhymes, sometimes it doesn’t. But poetry is anything intended to be poetry.

So here we are. It’s been a year to the day since I stood on the beach in Kauai for the first time. A lot has happened sine then. I’m a new person. A better one, I think. I’ve met some really awesome people this year. The best people I’ve ever surrounded myself with. I’ve dealt with stress. The reason I went to Kauai in the first place. I’ve dealt with responsibility. Vie dealt with bliss, and also loneliness. Fear and comfort. Acceptance and denial. A year full of, well, a little of everything.

Right before I left last year I released the MSX EP, my first official release. Then Generating Lift came about 6 months go, while studying music at
Shoreline. That makes Emotions the 3rd album. Once a year for the last 3 years. They were all different phases of my musical self. And they really are drastically different. The word maturity comes to mind. I feel like I'm maturing the more I work. I am confident in saying/truly believe that this is the best music I’ve ever made. There have been some gems this year, singles that I fell in love with, but nothing as cohesive and conceptual as Emotions. It’s my crowning achievement as a producer and I’m really proud of it. I was proud of Generating Lift, last year, and even MSX when that came out. So that means I’m evolving with the music, and really, look how far I’ve come in this last year?

I’m not trying to do what other people do. There are so many fucking dubstep producers its ridiculous. Its such a soulless genre and really doesn’t convey any emotion. It just builds and drops and builds and drops and samples the sound of Optimus Prime’s sleep apnea mask when it’s running on full. Its become diluted. But I used to be way into it, and spent so much time trying to learn to make it that the influence is still there in my newer songs. I’m trying to get back to hip-hop. That’s my root as an artist. So we’ll speed it up a bit and spend more time on the arrangement than nothing but the drop. I like being versatile. I like how different every song is. Because all of those emotions are unique, never felt by anyone but me. And if you somehow possess a magical gift that lets you interpret these songs as Emotions, and somehow feel what I felt, you’re going to enjoy this album as much as I do. Thank you all for your support. I would probably still make music even if no one listened to it, but it’s really dope when you actually do like it. It makes me feel good. So keep doing that.

This album is dedicated all over the place. First, to everyone I’ve gotten to know or spent time with this year. You all had a hand in this album, and if I wasn’t so tired I would list all of your names because I’m that proud of knowing you, but you know who you are. Second, I dedicate it to everyone that I used to hang out with but don’t anymore. I miss those times, so much. But people grow and grow apart. And finally, to the great state of Montana, for two things. The first is for saving my summer from a terrible boring mess of wasted sunny days and lonely nights of smoke and music. The second is for giving me a new plan, and a new goal; a new something-to-work-towards. I’ve been productive this year, and its because I’m inspired to live more than I ever have before. And I hope that next year, when I release my next album, around this same time, that I’m as happy with my life as I am right here and now. Enjoy.

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released September 2, 2011

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