Avery - Internet
Channel: Avery Raps
Date: 31/01/2017

This is my brain, shot with a pencil and scattered across the page in what I'm dubbing modern rap-poetry. Blending genres and introspective topics, my first official and self-titled album 'Avery' is a sine-wave of musical mood; a snapshot of me at this moment.

Releasing soon, it will be free to download - please share if you like the sound and message!

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 SOCIAL MEDIA
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Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/averyraps
Bandcamp: https://averyraps.bandcamp.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/averyrapper
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/averyraps

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 CREDITS TO...
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Sam Harris and Jessica Lee Hughes for their help filming.
Michael Anthony 'Mule' Mulay for mixing and mastering.

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WHY & WORDS
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Let's set the scene: a hopeless millennial so desperate to express himself and combine his hobbies into something manageable and fulfilling that it explodes into a project with collaborators all around the world. This overload of information, the simultaneous introspection of every faucet of our daily lives in every tense; kicked off with over a hundred rhymes, all made possible by the Internet.

Grew up on the internet
Ever since I kicked the dial up
I download on the down low anything that catches my eye, look
All the while luck's run a mile, fuck
I got riled up, and they pile up
All the information but there's no indication that you're gonna go and try stuff
So you don't wash, and you don't sleep and you don't eat and you don't dream
And you sit, chair low, bound, let your hair grow down, staring at a broke screen

Its so life-depleting, but life is fleeting,
And I've been fiending to find some meaning in trying to beat it
Sometimes I can't even be kind to the people that Im believing in
I've been bleeding inside, been screaming I cried for grievance
To blind the demons
Apply my reasoning
Like its seasoning
Stick it over the grill for time,
And cleaving with the knife
Just to make sure its ripe for reaping,
My sight blurs, cause the lines are seeping
The night's worse, can't rewind while sleeping
A tight verse isn't defined by screaming it's...

Uhh....

It's all of the trivial things of your character,
You could be really anybody amateur
And they might all wanna have at ya but their vernaculars whack and you know your spectacular
What I'm saying's garbage but you play your part it's hard to leave your mark as artists to be honest
But I'm paying homage to the other sonnets, comets couldnt breathe a spark as large as yours is

Salvage all the shit you can and leave the planet
Pray to save to the day by Allah or God damnit
Safe to say we played our cards and came up yards above the other lovers stars but I can't stand it

Heart of granite in the hall of panic, can it,
thoughts organic and the planets all volcanic
But I cannot manage all of the mechanics
The tragic advantage of manic mechanic

Atomic erotica, vodka, debacle
A rocket that's shot to the top 'til it topples and smashing the ground 'til its crackin' the cobbles
And back in the house where your lashing the bottles
And smackin' the doubts t'il they've wound up in potholes
And rackin' accounts with the glamorous models
And gnashin' the mouths of the thousands in hovels
They'll write about this shit in novels