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Intellect Slang presents Growing Apart vol. 1

Intellect Slang presents Growing Apart vol. 1

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Just a collection of short short songs about love & loss, written over the past few years.

Know It All lyrics-
There's not plenty that I RATHER do. It's often that I act a fool.
I'm asking you, "could I please just get a laugh or two to know that you enjoy the conversation?"
And it's a joy when i'm relating to another person aching to find something worth the waiting.
What is it that you look for?
can you tell me the reasons that you read all those books for?
I've been asking too many of the questions. I'm looking for something more than just a blank expression.
Why do you like the things that you do? Why don't you share my point of view?
It's obvious it's working cause if not i wouldn't talk to you.
And you know the sky is the limit.
Don't worry i'm not trying to get all up in it, I'm just trying to maybe chat for a minute--get to know you a bit.
I'm sorry if the message always just gets lost in the scripts 'cause i have the hardest of times talking to people without making it all rhyme.
It's a part of my life that I love.
What gets you by when the times are justtttt so rugged and tough?
What do you wanna do in a couple of years?
What are your GOALS, your worries, aspirations and your fears?
I want it all. I wanna know it all.

Restart

and i guarantee you've never met someone like me. in spite of things we try, we're still fighting. no matter what the circumstance is we're still fleeing like fools in the dark. nicknamed you cardiac arrest the way you make my heart stop. retract those statements if it means we'd have a restart. and you depart. it makes me reach far. i have no way of saying goodbye. so i try and i lie saying that i'm fine. but it's not true. so i look up sappy songs on youtube. i hope that you do {too}.

flight school

"I came to give a gift that has been hiding behind the hand, behind this writing...in a place so deep in me. I had to close my eyes to see. Now I've finally caught a little glimpse. But what I'm seeing makes so little sense. All this time trying to find myself, but not knowing who I am might be the freest that I've ever felt. Still my mind won't let it grow, won't rest for a second unless it knows. But there really ain't a thing to know. Might as well let go, ain't a thing to hold. So, now my thoughts are like a cage and my heart just wants to fly. Wants me to forget my name so I remember the sky. Wants me to let go my brain, but that kind of freedom's terrifying. Woah-oh. Yeah. So afraid of the answer, I still ask "Who am I?"

I came to give a gift that has been hiding behind the hand, behind this writing...in a place so deeply free. I had to lose it to find me."

PJ speaks the truth

Pigeon John has been one of my favorite artists for a while now. It's not just for his ability to make quality music, but also for the fact that he's not afraid to be vulnerable.

As 2007 comes to a close, and 2008 looms on the horizon it's only fitting to look back and evaluate everything. No matter what's going on, it's all good. Seriously. It's okay not to feel okay all the time...you just gotta keep on that grind.

I think he puts it best here:

"Know that God loves you and has put a secret weapon in you for the world to see. There will be trials and victories until we die. And although we are pulled to and fro, tempted to live in the past of the good old days, or to live in the fear and anxiety for the future--we must stand and breathe slow. Now is the time, it's never too late."

-from his book of poems South Bay Blues



HANDLE homie. Life goes on.

it's real just like the moon landing.

there's no blame to place for the ways that we've changed
no need to explain that nothing's the same
it's expected and respected because nothing remains
progression and investing in the future makes it all worthwhile in the end
so, we keep on trudging through the facts of life
asking why, we keep on doing what we can and try to pass it off as right
more often than not the rotten plot that we try to concoct
blows up in our faces and leaves us caught
in scary situations, backward pacing, recounting and then we're footstep tracing
hoping to get back to simpler times when i could make you crack a smile
it's crazy how i long for just second just to go back a while
i lack the style to make it all okay without having to resort to acting wild


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