ASBEST​:​Each Story Tells​.​Lp

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released 28 January 2011
Lyrics:Asbest "The Moor king"
Music:Mr goo aka le gooster

Vocals Recorded in AsbestLab/UK

Excepted:"Brick Wall" "Born basic","Step inside" ,"Comedic Landscape" and "Each Story Tells's Ernie Odoom vocal recorded @Chdb Lab/GVA

Music Written, played,produced,recorded,mixed and mastered by Mr Goo @Chdb Lab/GVA

"Space Odissey"&"Stairs to completion"
recorded @Straightline (ZH).By Kid Real & Mr Goo

Excepted:"Step Inside (BK) & (LDN)Written, played,produced,recorded,mixed and mastered by Kid Real @Straightline (ZH)

Mr Goo plays:
Rhodes54,MoogProdigy,MiniMoog,CS.80,FM8,Classic Piano,Arp 2600,Polysix,Mellotron,Technics 1200 mk2,Drum programming.

Horns:New York Brass band

www.myspace.com/asbestthemoorking
www.myspace.com/gooakalegooster

©Drumatics publishing

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tags: abstract hip hop electro hip hop electro hiphop electronic house neo soul neo soul nu jazz poetry Switzerland

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Track Name: Good Witness
Good Witness

Lately I’ve been waiting inside trying to find myself
When all thing settle down given a chance to compare movement
With a loose sense from where souls gather flight
I witness the challenge of growing up from a half beam of light
With a hundred similar peasants
With clarity they paid tax to the rich and stayed sober
Greed uncontrollable, fasting to image they were accompanied
By a voice laying a course of foot prints trying to lay a set of course
If the cap fits only if I can shape it angles
With an idea touched so I can break bread with my brethren
Adding each solo movement towards placement

I stay but a safe distance in auction to sequence
I spell the letters forming capitals on my approach
Hoping motion brings independence
With half an open mind settled to justice x 2 (good witness)


With less time to keep as predicted so we can stay safe
Every close encounters a flesh wound
Tears accompany whispering guidance beside it
An angel waits in confusion sinking his mood
With a fine pen to plot his challenge
Peace accompanies every singer that listens
adding glow sticks to there works taking life as it comes
Sharing the same stage with the same note book
That answers my thoughts without direction
Continuing to paint adding each solo movement toward placement

I stay but a safe distance in auction to sequence
I spell the letters forming capitals on my approach
Hoping motion brings independence
With half an open mind settled to justice x 1

Well good witness how matters just the same as nerves
As it comes with a sent of blood hounds
It took a second to listen then I picked the lock
Subscribing to an open room with out caution
That empty bond in place that appears to hold things was not found
Improvised on a loose sense the channel lit holding standards built
With both elements intact so I can show these kids
Track Name: Reflective
Reflective

I haven’t touched the paint since last summer when ears died
Dedicated my last piece to a lost friend when truth is bound
I preach life like an evangelist, since I dance with wolves for a 9 to 5
My shirts pressed ready for the next day, reflecting on how things have changed
Since I first wrote with Trace for the first time, inspired by Snoe, Seks and Raek
Stone chip black was 1.75, as fat caps where standard on Burner Chromes
I remember colour charts at Four Star General, preferred trackside on the Met line
Hide in the bush til the train passed, finished the piece with OTR
Trying to combine letters in its true form while toys hang fame in galleries
Feeling uninspired with thoughts of giving up.
I still receive flash backs from throw ups and old pieces in all different styles
This is for graffers I meet along the way, inspired to write the true meaning of self
When some times in darkness trying to find light, knowing the beginning still here where I left it
Peace to Ears until the next time….

(Chorus)

When (well) it’s the same song that sings to me at night
Where every decisions discussed with love and regret
Struggling to separate with advice that keeps me strong
When the time comes and nobodies is impressed
I walk towards the line as the moon light shows the way

When I put my mask on hoping I’ll sleep through the night
Paint fumes rise on the other side while some get raided
When with a single opinion the law shows up unforgiving with out sight
Interrogation begins, denying every tag that matched there own
Feeling blessed when we come through, sat at an empty platform
Scoping the same roots to escape these tracks all the kings destroyed
With an uncommon rule that kept these walls covered in paint
Til the day BTP changed face, I found freedom reading between the lines…

(Chorus)

When (well) it’s the same song that sings to me at night
Where every decisions discussed with love and regret
Struggling to separate with advice that keeps me strong
When the time comes and nobodies is impressed
I walk towards the line as the moon light shows the way