Mon esprit est sur vous

The soul has found its heart
You will see
It sure glistens a great work of art
The soul has found its heart,

When it happens, where’s the kid who made our misery attach
To the colors of our torsos when we take out breaths – in and out

When it happened, and blue as a fool
You will see

Mon esprit est sur vous
The soul plays the drum of its heart

Creative beings all of us are

Ignite that flame babe and set it loose

Mon esprit est sur vous
What already holds are gone to soon
Except Mon esprit est sur vous

Always

Mon esprit est sur vous

Deathstar – Race Of Mud

…is recorded in various lo-fi loft studios with retro equipment to aim for the i possible, grab something from the past and bring it into the now of the 21st century. Spontaneous and arrogantly arranged from upbeats to ballads, and even possibly a pop song 

Apple Music claims it under hip-hop/underground which personally having written and performed every song, I can’t really see the connection but as long as we stay out of the way of Eminem and other Marshalls or slims who cares? We do, and hopefully your intuition will make you care too. This is how a nice reviewer put it;

‘It’s not some psychological mind trick, it’s not some voodoo zen trick to all-of-a-sudden get you feeling relaxed, it’s just an exercise to get you alone with the music and experience only the music.’ – WeSoundStrange 

Track Listing: 

Contact 

Savannah 

Warpo

Vagabond 

Plato Resigns 

Smiler

Afterhours 

Veggie Dream

Lincoln

Watermelon ( )

Space Cowboy

In Sepia 
Deathstar is produced without hurting any animals in the progress, order it NOW on iTunes/Spotify/Google Music/Google play whatever it’s called:

• https://itunes.apple.com/no/album/deathstar/id1292443985https://itunes.apple.com/no/album/deathstar/id1292443985
• https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Race_of_Mud_Deathstar?id=Bgjuyy3tbdphyaqeock2neehcay

Fans are requested to donate to PETA – http://www.peta.org 

and visit us at http://www.soundcloud.com/race-of-mud 

W A R P O – RACE OF MUD

Dog food prices are being reduced

Numbers of soldiers are being produced

If they still desire, they’re able to choose

The grinders are grinders are grinders

If they still desire, they’re able to choose

Lay down your weapons, call of the fight

If they still desire, the grinders, are able to choose

The grinders awake with dirt on their shoes

Into the night

The dogs that walks in your bathroom really doesn’t say much

Imagine a come alive animal in your pants

Imagine a free world baby, with none of the demands

Imagine a free world baby, with none of your demands (still, still

Still riding all across the night

Even though

The evening flows

Into the night

Lay down your weapon, called officer (Deep deep light)

202 H i l l C r e s t – RACE OF MUD

Pinocchio
Wolf and Whale
Little Red Riding Hood
On a bus somewhere

Together trippin’ around the sun

Conjoined driviving around the sun

Together trippin’ around the sun
(dripping like honey around)

Together trippin’ around the sun
(dripping like honey,(drip drip dripping like honey)

Conjoined together around the sun

Together trippin’ around the sun

Conjoined and driving around the sun

TRUE PARADOX

https://soundcloud.com/mars-roadkill/true-paradox

(How to fit in Society) 

dream the movie instead of paying for it

dream the wheel instead of driving it

dream the horse instead of riding it

dream the shirt instead of wearing it

dream the puzzle instead of solving it

dream the war without fighting it.

dream the poem instead of writing it

dream the letter instead of writing it

dream the doors and windows without washing them.

dream the coffee, jungle-juice without drinking them

dream the fucking without touching it

dream the trespassing without running it

dream every song every beat every strum without playing them

dream the phone call and the happy ever after without realizing that

dream the clothes and time without bothering

dream the murder without killing him or her

dream the truth without lying about it

dream the happy and bliss without faking them

dream of you without your mother ever gave birth to it

dream the birthday present without earning or deserving any

dream the future without the past in it

dream the rules but never follow them

dream the connections were strong but weaken them

dream the jump but dig it instead

dream of the crazy in your head but keep passing the open windows

dream today tomorrow but fake its sorrows

dream of Ginsberg, Frost and Burroughs

dream of learning your lessons but fail them like only you can fail

dream of a good lookin body but cover it with veils

dream the mind but forget you know how to

dream of the world but place inside your own egoistic view

dream of billions of people but imagine all of them are you

dream at night but stay awake during the pm hours

dream the silence but scream louder than all other fires

dream you hate the moon but bow your head when it rises

dream of man but made by being grateful

dream of god but make it less hateful

dream you teach me that to dream is the most useful

dream you awake and be forever grateful

SAVANNAH – Race of Mud

‘Past is now the old future
No delusion; no rapture
Mild Cognitive Impairment
Stop pursuing for the future
(Miss my)

I miss my priest tonight, I miss him
I miss my priest tonight, I miss him much
I miss my priest, I miss him
I miss my priest tonight

‘Is that a crush of a bottle?
Is that the sound of something rotten
Is that the storm in the swimming-pool?
Is that the storm in the swimming-pool?

I miss my priest tonight, I miss him
I miss my priest, I miss him much
I miss my priest tonight
I miss my priest tonight

 

AFTERHOURS -RACE OF MUD

Join the moment
Get into the blue

Join the movement
Get into the blue

Join the moment, join the movement

As the sound of morning
meets the wolvess house

We glide together in a blue, blue ballon in sunrise
Nothing you were ever taught
was ever true
join the movement
get into the blue

Palm is wetter than the sand from here you stand
at the beach holding
our feet
and holding hours

///////

at the streets in the naked hours
at the corner of nowhere
in the afterhous

(join the moment, movement, moment, movement,)
Get Into the blue

PELICAN HIGH – RACE OF MUD

 

Now my investigation suddenly turned into something nasty
Into something worse

Say the names of those you’ll burn quite frankly
I am not the judge

 

Now my cat has disappeared, now my straight
turned into queer

Now it tastes like salt again, now the son and the
sun is my friends

Now my intuition: exaggerating now my independence’s up for sale
that’s flattering

 

Now Im ready to be burned

Now Im ready to be burned

Now Im ready to be burned

It’s not yours now, I’ll take that turn

 

 

Plato Resigns – Race of Mud

Death follows love
In the sound of a summer morning

Death follows love
After tucking you in

Death follows love
Like the beauty within

Death follows love
In The Blossoming of Light

(Death follows hurt)

Death follows love
In the garden of Piss

After this. After this:

Death follows hurt
Like you’ve never seen

Death follows hurt
Even the most beautiful queen

S M I L E R – Race of Mud

Hey boy what’s your name.              

It’s crucial that I stand corrected

Hey girl how are you- I’m insane.  Let’s stay connected 

SMILE. Because you smiled on Halloween.

SMILE. And you smiled all Christmas Eve

You smiled. You smiled. You smiled.

Hey Johny where’s my notebook
Its crucial somebody finds it

Hey Patti where’s my voice.
Do you have it?

SMILE. Because you smiled on Halloween.
SMILE. And you smiled all Christmas Eve
How very tragic 

Because you smiled on Halloween

Star Me – Race Of Mud

we are all sitting around/
/we are wasting our time

it’s not just an apology/
/its just me on the rise

/when will it happen?//
/when will tibet be free
/when will tibet be free
you tell me

star me in your movie/ star me in your fantasy
/star me in your movie//
star me

the bridge, this tune and this melody
/it connects us all to the empathy//
/have i gone too far again/
have i used and destroyed your best friend

leaving the airport behind
always is strange to me
leaving the airport behind
is always weird to me

star me in your movie/ star me in your fantasy
/star me in your movie//
star me
star me
star me
star me

Vagabond – Race of Mud

(This is a collab between myself and Robert Frost)

PIPIT sat upright in her chair

Some distance from where I was sitting;

Views of the Oxford Colleges

Lay on the table, with the knitting.

It’s Sunday midday
I seem preoccupied in Eliot’s Universe
Fill your glass before the music. carries you away

Vagabond it reminds me
Vagabonds it reminds me so

“I ONLY WANT TO LIVE IN PEACE AND PLANT POTATOES AND DREAM AND SEIZE»
“I don’t really believe”

I shall not want Society in Heaven,

Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing

Than Pipit’s experience could provide.

Vagabond it reminds me
Vagabonds it reminds me so
Vagabond it reminds me

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