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I ask you to listen to this song….and then contemplate. Where does it come from?
When I write music, it has got to be about substance. I don’t want to waste ANY time, meaning yours, let alone mine. There must be a message. Morality. And it must be POSITIVE. Why waste my time creating art that makes others feel bad?? An age old discussion…. Even though art, SHOULD be about addressing the hard subjects…. the tough calls and sticky situation. There is a fine line between art that raises the vibration and art that tears one down. This song, walks that like.
When a friend of mine passed away last year from an intentional research chemical overdose, I was asked to speak at the memorial service, which got me thinking “what IS the message I want to portray in my music, in my speech and practice…. to our young people, to each other”? Don’t get me wrong, we all clearly like to cut loose and have a good time on the dance floor. And I believe there is a reason that sacraments were put on this earth. A lot of it depends on HOW you define sacrament, and as always, moderation is key.
I always come back to the fact that being happy with yourself, LOVING yourself FIRST, is always key to finding true love, inside and out. If you aren’t happy emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually, then there is no way any drug or anybody else’s love is going to make it all go away.
We were put here on this earth TO DO THE WORK. To make our souls even better. To ‘deal with’ our ‘karma’. To turn up the volume and make the world a better place, by giving ourselves a better face. And by face, I mean heart.
Thank you for opening your heart up WIDE ENOUGH to hear me ❤
Forever yours,
MissConception
SONG LYRICS
First question you ask
“Was it intentional?”
Like everything else in my life… isn’t intention essential?
Diggin it up fresh like yup, smells original
going out with a bang – quintessential.
So let me lesson your learning,
while your ears are still visible and yearning
Living ain’t all that simple
when your attitude is strictly viceral
and yes we are all a lil miserable
got our problems let em pop pop like pimples
hiding smiles without showing our dimples
as I slide my eyes just a little
yes
I’m blown whistles
little missiles
as it chisels away
at the real problem essential
Can’t hold my tongue
even if i wanted to come,
tightened up and twisted
so your ears are forced to listen
come with it
And maybe it’s comical
but to me it’s rather diabolical
How dare we be takin’ gods molecules
flipping em out flooded it’s hollow and cruel
Second question,
was it overdose or suicide?
Or both, who knows, can’t tell, it was denied
by the family and though we tried understanding
it was all fine and dandy ’till intoxicants became the candy
whether wine or brandy cocktails
blowing codeine straight up or research hand me downs
We be demanding a whole new kinda standing
ovation where understanding is the motivation
Landing on a nice floatation device
Migration to an au natural space station
Straight from the past on blast dotting lines
Are we so far in and at the same time outta line?
how have we come this far out alive?
I hung the lightbulbs yes did you see the sign?
Still we takin’ our time riding out these blood line
straight to the divine if you don’t mind
I’m blown whistles
little missiles
as it chisels away
at the real problem essential
Can’t hold my tongue
even if i wanted to come,
tightened up and twisted
so your ears are forced to listen
come with it
And to me it’s comical
but still a little bit diabolical
how dare you take gods molecule
and flipping em out folded it’s hollow and cruel
Not cool
So are there any more questions?
now that we’re wide open to the lessons
welcome digressions
of what to make of this oppression
it’s an obsession
to redefine our perception
of what i think you to believe
and what you think you make of me
So let’s get serious up on this deliriousness
I’m leading with a toast so get comfy, let’s sew some oats lovely
Turning over new leafs
running fast in our cleats
If you don’t like the way I speak
it’ because yes the truth reeks
Like tuna in a can
smells fishy I ain’t a fan
catch me if you can
time has come to reprimand
We’re blown whistles
little missiles
as it chisels away
at the real problem essential
Can’t hold my tongue
even if i wanted to become,
tightened up and twisted
so your ears are forced to listen
come with it
And maybe to it’s comical
but to me it’s all rather diabolical
How dare you take gods molecule
and flip it folded hollow it’s cruel
not cool…. not cool…
RIP AARON CORNEILUS FREID
