1. |
Sunlight
02:36
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Collision:
Follow this path we march
Cleanse our veins of pain
Fill thy eyes with light
The earth now calls my name
Shape our collective dream
All now flows through me
Come, I'll show you why
the caged bird loves to sing
Monologue:
Come with me
Place your feet
between the sky and the ground
Behind us is the earth
whispering her dreams
telling us this is
not what she means
Cold steel and asphalt
swallow the terrain
regurgitate a blue river brown
and belch a khaki skyline
All these streets
seem to lead to the same place
but I've seen better
and there's no fooling you
there's no fooling you
Verse 1:
Sunlight --
forever more found
in the space of my rhyme
Bound to the path
that left you behind,
I can never go back
In so many ways,
I swell in the tides
Lost in the waves
that carry my breath,
a ghost in the depths
of a world of flesh
Half you motherfuckers
only clap for yourselves,
while I patterns my lines
on Orion's belt...
How many ways could I testify?
How many stars could fill this sky?
Or overlook ways I could read your mind?
Tear your page from the book of life?
Jasmine shadows puncture night
and scream advice that heaven must wait
It's never too late for a desolate dream
or a poignant feeling that all is not well
God gave me a bomb
and a walkie talkie
take it everywhere I go
and I hold it sloppy
The eagle flies south
is the code to blow
Catcher in the Rye
and a Southern Girl
Glass slipper dream and
a razor blade necktie
Blind man telling me
I haven't seen shit
Make music to die for
in bumfuck Egypt
with liquor in my liver
and a loaded gunclip
Verse 2:
Press on --
the motif I repeat slowly under my breath
I could never give up on these worlds I project
centrifugal force I use to profess
a tequila sunrise and a beautiful death
aborted baby girl and a list of regrets
all the lost songs that decay in my head
webs of pathology dormant or dead
secrets kept to the rhythm of a drum
woman I love but can't love me
some struggle to grow; I struggle to see
the shafts of your heart that open for me
streak my eyes with spears of light
wake my brain, let it all convulse
engulfed and cold I sold my soul
to dream untold in hopes
it lives much longer
than me
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2. |
New Man, New Woman
04:50
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Verse 1, Chuckie Campbell
My heart bleeds for my time to speak,
consumed and spread out edge to edge
Somewhere between a falling sky and burning bush,
this is the pledge --
so, gather 'round, I live for less
than visions burnt upon my brain,
find my barren thoughts
that shock the lost awake, I undertake --
a broken-souled enigma,
anima the anesthesia
Yes, I am my brother's keeper,
not the source of his amnesia
Lie here injured, breathing sarin gas
with shoulders broad as atlas
shrug and bring the gods back down to earth
so they can look me in my eyes
Compel the overtures that open ya
Utopia's the formula,
a cornucopia of concepts
feeding counter-culture
Reform born upon a cusp,
airbrush the parsecs from the parallax,
my syntax ran laps around your fallen stars
Braced by the opaque,
I shape the shapeless in this portal
Mortal man is born again
with every second that he lives
The earth spins revolutions
fusing seasons, choices, reasons
We all exist within this appetite
and tribal lust, because...
Chorus 1, Chuckie Campbell
There's a broken path for broken souls,
probed through flesh of mother earth
Search this path and know its cursed
with greed and murder, lies and hate
Every face has two to spare
every man has traveled there
Nothing's new for those that wait for death
and waste their life
There's a broken man in broken lands,
walking paths he made himself
Search this path and know its blessed
by one not scared to die
Every day has two to spare
Follow him, he'll take you there
Every second's new
for those that choose to make their life
Count the ways
There's brighter days
The shape of you
is yours to choose
The muse infused
and born to fly
Spread your wings
and watch the sky
Eyes have yet
to see this fusion
trapped inside
new man and woman
Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell
Thine eyes bleed for my time to see,
consumed and spread out edge to edge
Somewhere between the shape of light and heaven's height,
I must confess --
I, once repressed, could not express
deploy the noise inside my head
I lived for less than most would guess
the folly of one's brain
Disdained, we dress ourselves
to look like him,
dye our hair to look like her,
tuck in our shirts and bend our brim
It does occur to look so real
Diet pills, uppers, downers, over counters
yellow eyes and darkened veins
feed the source of this illusion
Mirrors show the powdered faces,
struggle to be human,
wonder whether they should
just say no or just do it
Life alone is self improvement
We're all different, exuberant
meant to permeate the walls,
evolve the lax grip of plastic life
The price?
The rights of passage,
vantage point to find your voice
Hoist the flag that represents your world
as I will do the same
The path of slaves is paved
with martyr's blood and yellow brick
Ask the broken man in broken lands
I'm sure he'll tell you this...
Chorus 2, Chuckie Campbell
There's a broken path for broken souls,
probed through flesh of mother earth
Search this path and know its cursed
with greed and murder, lies and hate
Every face has two to spare
every man has traveled there
Nothing's new for those that wait for death
and waste their life
There's a broken man in broken lands,
walking paths he made himself
Search this path and know its blessed
by one not scared to die
Every day has two to spare
Follow him, he'll take you there
Every second's new
for those that choose to make their life
Count the ways
There's brighter days
The shape of you
is yours to choose
The muse infused
and born to fly
Spread your wings
and watch the sky
Eyes have yet
to see this fusion
trapped inside
new man and woman
Verse 3, Chuckie Campbell
Thine ears bleed for a song to hear,
consumed and spread out edge to edge
Somewhere between a martyr's dream and poets tongue
it shall address --
new human depths, deject dissension
fill dimension, lift and listen
to the people, braced by its extension
No fowl religion, creed or dogma,
totem faith or twisting tao,
this song shall know the now
probably better than the author
It offers mantras many doctor,
but can step outside the doctrine
Man could limit one's exhaustion
if he made his own concoction
We are building flesh around our shadows,
precise to shoot their arrows,
snag the apple from a greedy king's crown
Bound to places never found
by those without creative spirits
We live it, breathe it, and see it
moving deep-seeded in soul
I dare not let it go
New man and Woman feel it, also
Probes the host, we stretch to reach
we seek the days of flowing change --
I need not try to change the world
It's changing as we speak
Ask the broken man in broken lands
He'll tell you what he told me
Chorus 3, Chuckie Campbell
There's a broken path for broken souls,
probed through flesh of mother earth
Search this path and know its cursed
with greed and murder, lies and hate
Every face has two to spare
every man has traveled there
Nothing's new for those that wait for death
and waste their life
There's a broken man in broken lands,
walking paths he made himself
Search this path and know its blessed
by one not scared to die
Every day has two to spare
Follow him, he'll take you there
Every second's new
for those that choose to make their life
Count the ways
There's brighter days
The shape of you
is yours to choose
The muse infused
and born to fly
Spread your wings
and watch the sky
Eyes have yet
to see this fusion
trapped inside
new man and woman
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3. |
Slave to the Rhythm
03:17
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Verse 1, Chuckie Campbell
Come to life
Move to the groove,
sit back on an epiphany
Our travel will begin,
when you --
Free your mind
Connect your inhibitions,
let feelings become pathways,
live for the moment and
Open your eyes
Time is of the essence
This life is so precious
Listen to the message and
Come with me
Be a slave to the rhythm
so the rhythm will rock
Push light in the heart of a
God named Art
The boundaries are intense
as the current will carry
The power will astound, 'cause
We get down
The perishable parables
paradigms are paramount
punitive and proven to
Keep us down
Survivor of the merchant
rise to find purpose
The circuit was furnished, so
Let us rise
To walk without promise
shackled and held hostage
we'll take back this province and
Live right now
Chorus 1, Singer
We will rise
We will rise
Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell
Slander the known answer,
cancer that's our dagger,
factors that move backwards,
conquer the true master --
Lack of it is origin,
tales of the few dorian,
border the historian,
reference the rhetoric --
The reverend that wrestles it
that represents the reverant,
dianetic sedatives
prevalent to the resident --
privacy --
bi-partisan --
freedom despite brevity --
inverted pyramid --
The message is this...
Never find who we are
until we're locked behind bars,
a slave to this machine,
or dead to the world,
recycle poison in our veins,
feed to the same to our seeds,
perpetuating dynamics
have us dying to eat
Standardize our education
so they use what they teach
to fit the profit margin
that our communes can reach
The occupation we seek
are the ones right here
What we don't understand --
Feeds our fear
Chorus 2, Singer
We will rise
We will rise
Verse 3, Chuckie Campbell
It's the praxis or the prosody
the body of the form
it's the apathy of obstacles
our souls volatile
it lives in articles,
cubicles, and modules,
numerals that follow us
and prompt monitors
Sharks that draft loans
for homes we'll never own
Elected politicians conspire
to count votes
Slippery slope --
we're depressed and so tolerant
our voice box muted, but
We must speak
Else, others speak for us
and damage the philosophy
We'll liberate these properties and
Fight for change
Unfold the manifold,
mundane before stained,
by those who come close and
See the light
Slaves to our rhythm
we become the harmony,
solemnly ebbed in the web
of this vitatlity
Answer me twice,
if your soul takes flight
Absorb this awareness and
Come to life
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borrow joy from the composition
ectoplasm of the prophet
swims beneath my melanin
clouds of gelatin
shake loose bolts of electric blue jolts
eyes squint to paper slits,
release to seek prose --
melodramatic,
expedite light through a world so ceramic
panoramic third eye
the days fly by...
a 40oz in my stomach
another beer coming
something tells me
the morning comes quickly --
easy,
shut my eyes and envision,
a place we control
within the dream sequence --
connected,
live on through these songs
those that live through me
shall live with more beauty
some steal shadows
don't be so very shallow
sparrows hold the tarot
and seek to fly south...
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5. |
Beautiful Death
04:59
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Verse 1, Chuckie Campbell
It's the vague uneasiness
of something left undone
I can see it in your eyes
and feel it when we touch
imagine it in my dreams
inter-weaved between my cold tears,
deep fears under the sentences sedated
Read poetry to dead air,
fall into the darkness
that clings to every alleyway,
decay in its illusion
It walks like a woman
in a blanket of contempt
the crux becomes the conflict,
the nexus of the complement
All things nascent
are born to themselves
to dwell on this dream
below skies of caramel,
spin like carousels
characters carry hell
catapult magic spells
that repel gun shells --
Can't keep us out of jail
out of touch, out of place
my mind's in outerspace
expanding its database
Embrace the interface
many try to duplicate
can't wait, collecting stardates
confuse the morbid orbits
Those that can't absorb it,
their minds will soon forfeit
My rhymes are one accord with
the music that soaks in
Whiskey in the darkness,
swallowing silence
There's a message in this bottle
"I'm a drink 'til I find it"
The price is the pious
Unplug this appliance
and watch ultra-violet light rays
extend from my palms
I'll speak and bond a universe
from previous songs,
breathe and blow breath
in your inferior lungs,
meet and greet with people
'til I touch every one,
give back what I've been given
through the power of love,
so when life has expired
and my time has come,
I leave remnants of experience
and things that I've done
If not enough,
here's my music,
a reflection of me,
everything that I did
and didn't want you to see,
all the truth and the lies
that I choose to believe
I hope that you can make some sense of it
and set yourself free
I hope you can simply listen to it
set yourself free
I hope you can simply listen to it
set yourself free
Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell
It's vague uneasiness
of something said too much
My heart beats on my sternum
with a marvelous disease
Incurable the sovereign-ness
that many can't see,
so I carry my soul,
like a large bag of groceries
It's avarice,
betrayal worthy of security,
to remedy the anti-body
must be purged of purity
No suicide is exercised
sanitized by synthesis
Hidden in our darkest hour --
confidence to grow
I hold the microphone
like William Burroughs held adrenochrome,
like Hunter S.Thompson holds
his cigarette clip,
like a God holding humans
under wonderful punishment,
a death too fluent
for many to appreciate
Simulate the fate
that connotates our lust
Who's worse between us?
The blind man urinating from his window,
or the servant, who opened it up?
Thus, some companies
are more powerful than some nations,
some individuals more powerful than both
The suffrage is prominent,
reaching every continent,
establishing our monuments
with fast food chains,
while their citizens walk about
showing their ribcage
Market cheeseburgers
to a convent of Hindus
Homogeneous cultures
are totally subdued,
fused and lost touch
to actively intervene
work jobs we don't want
to buy shit we don't need
Paint a picture young artist
bring a vision to life
Write a book young writer,
while you're able to write
Sing young talent
with your beautiful voice,
touch minds, wield hearts
out of people of stone
What it means to be human
liberation and growth
Undertones are undertold
now free to release
in our beautiful demise
we provide the vaccine
in our beautiful demise
we provide the vaccine
Verse 3, Chuckie Campbell
It's the vague uneasiness
of losing something you love
You can feel it in your bones
and it's never enough
it's cold and it lies
in the lines in your face
To bring it back to life,
you'd gladly take its place
It's a beautiful death
It can never be same,
constantly reminding us
the only constant is change
All is not lost,
today's a beautiful day,
born to live on in a particular way
These words are the footprints
from places I went
so if you gone through something similar
you know where I been
Atonement often molded
from the ink in my pen,
empty from asceticism,
parallel numbness
Bathed benign
by its circumference
to show me what love is
walk the line of my existence,
connect with the benison --
feed imagination
and self exploration,
the orbital plane
becomes my visceral brain,
continual strain
to be released from the rage,
Conjecture contained,
they put life in a box
a sad God in a cage,
it's a pattern of thought
Escape, become lost
in this body of sound
It's a beautiful death,
until we live, right now
Today's a beautiful death,
until we live, right now
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6. |
The Collective Dream
03:26
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Verse 1, Chuckie Campbell
In an endless dream this feels like pain
My eyes engage and can't escape
Infinity opens and sings me songs,
swims timeless laps and then dissolves
Facades un-thaw and drip from stars
Volumes swell and become my arms
They press my hands on walls of sound,
a world not flat, but still not round
Knows not what I am, but words of grace
If I look close enough, I can see my face
The rain cascades and paints my tears
Songbirds sing and fill my ears
with maps and numbers and places to go
Journey to mecca to build my home
I'd give it all up, if the water was free
and so would the people who think like me
Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell
Empty or full the songbird says
It depends on whether we're free or dead
Would you rather shake hands or shake your head?
Experience Eden or stay in bed?
Prepare for the worst or expect the best?
If you knew such things, would you settle for less?
God love you or hate you, exist at all?
Is what you believe, your highest thought?
Does two plus two equal four
if the value of two isn't two anymore?
Conceptual simples aren't concrete laws
so the value of two is a relative clause
I hope you're still there, not totally lost
and the effect of this song complements your cause
Here on an Odyssey, we shall march
'til the light switch either turns on or off
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Chuckie Campbell Buffalo, New York
Chuckie Campbell is an American hip hop artist who lives in Buffalo, NY. Campbell commonly performs with a live band (drums, keys, and a full horn section), to make for a dynamic, powerful, and eclectic approach to hip hop, filled with fluid instrumentation, lush musical arrangements, and heartfelt poetic nuance. ... more
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