I wrote this one in my head, which doesn't happen very often (I'm not blessed that way). Not sure what you call it, a lullaby of sorts I suppose.

I had to work with a musican that had a huge ego problem. I finally had to express my frustration with that musician in song. This is a James Brown funk feel with a pop hook.

Tomorrow our children may know what kind of broken and battered world we've left for them to suffer with. For tonight, however, we're still innocent and infallible. Can't we just linger on that feeling a little while longer?

When CobSOn was 6 years old, mom and dad Cobson sent her to the local music school (in the suburbs of Toulouse) where she started to play the piano. The course lasted 11 years. During the summer 2002, she wrote her first words, "give the slip…

ALBUM: Whistle & Sing YEAR: 2009

[2002] Beats & Vegetables Vol.I

Autumn in D minor (Instrumental)

Well I just had to try those bubbly, sparkly synths out.

As You Go...You Shall Not Go Empty!!