Turn The Headphones Up

Rap/hip-Hop with electric piano, Evolver synthesizer, and vocals

When I wake up every morning I’ve got music in my brain
And when my head hits the bed every night it’s the same
I’m dreaming up rhymes and synthesizer lines
Casting out the hooks that are reeling in your mind
Making up the downloads and RSS feeds
Who’s the god of the iPods? Yeah, it’s me
Checking out my flow you can barely keep up
You reach for the volume and

Turn the headphones up

A live report about what’s going down
February 20-07, San Francisco town
Now when I’m punching deck, you know I’m getting paid
I make more eating lunch than most do in a day
You’re the same with your expensive brains and cash and cars and places to stay
People on streets are holding out cups
We all look away and

Turn the headphones up

Walking down the street or flying on a plane
Behind closed doors, in sight it’s plain
No one saying nothing, and no one left to hear
Because everybody’s got some kind of plug in their ears
Nobody’s listening and nobody talks
They’re mumbling to the air like they’re down on their luck
Communication breaking down, it’s getting kinda fucked
Whatever, man

Turn the headphones up