This is a jamboree of emotions that sprang from my interactions with humans of Brussel when after a gig there I came back home to find a lovely beat from Fatbabs in my inbox. All the beautiful things that day took me back to the day when my mom first found out about my divorce. What she told me then, continues to keep me grounded even today.
lyrics
I am out here in Brussel with no contact for weed.
But I don’t mind being sober post show to write a song at least.
Blessed to be hosted in this it air bnb, alone,
While for change you see I let my naked body breathe.
I had to say no to this cutie from the audience who was too impressed by the way I made him feel, im like,” Boy you see I would love some sex tonight but im inspired by your response so got to go and write”
The candle shines brighter than spotlight at times.
Benevolent fellow beings shall make you feel light.
Caressing with the movements of breast- feeding clouds singing louder than the neighbour that you wanna slap tight
Go get what you want.
Hopes never make you strong.
So before you formulate your plan check what you high on.
Out on the road to zion,
Guess ill see you at the corner of the town where them honourable names rule the street unlike superstars who tweet.
Not hard to feed misery but why receive then repeat the same damn melody?
Im down with the individuals who proceed,
Seeking danger in night, strangers in sight know it.
A bird sitting by your side, chirping her gossips,
Or granny posing complaints that worth aint no logic yet i tell ya,
Do yourself a favour aint a thing just.....
Simply cherish them regular blessings.
before you become one of them,
tell me what you need?
a humble outcome off an innocent greed
folks operated by their natural intentions
so they actualate the love they factually feed.
am i dishonest when i claim, unlearning over fame for its temporary received by human beings.
Yo Babs could I ever be more blessed when i get a free espresso with nothing to lose, but my identity?
visa stamp allowing me to breathe
distant air leading to mystic plans,
till i realize they taught me history wrong,
laugh it off with awareness of where lies the coffin, most of them talking
foul because depression is an addiction when you don’t know what you must,
so you go on with your lust,
get comfortably dusted by newer trends
are you busy making cents or memories?
so now would you be one of them?
tell me what you see?
Joining them clans, I see you when you came back to me...ammi said one of them.
( skype call with mom)
Once you do put on your feathers,
whole lot of people flock together
khud ke hi bheeter se,
paa rahi hun main sukoon.
credits
from NEOPHILIA,
released December 24, 2018
Written and Performed by: MC Manmeet Kaur
Recorded at: Studio 52 (Assagao, Goa)
Beat Production by: Fatbabs
Audio Post Production & Mixdown: Arnold Misquitta (AFM Studio,Bombay)
Mastered by: Pierre-Henri Demel at ODN Mastering, France
his Voice is one of a kind, and he is one of the very few hard working emcees I had an honour to work with, go buy and support his project. Manmeet Kaur