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Close​.​.​. Yet Far (EP) 2014

by Bradata, SP Diplomata & Concrete Cee

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Day In The Life 03:32
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[Verse 1] Writing rhymes with a heavy heart Lightened the load with time, well, so it would seem Less burdens, less people around is what it means Some days I just leave on my own, nowhere to go But wherever my errant mind will point me Pensive as I pass through the public parks Where Africans keep harrassing you, "want some to spark?" Keep your celery to yourself, prob'ly laced the bag With seeds and stems to increase weight for profit Ignore the attempted sale and keep walking Lately no music's needed when on the move Though empty conversation in trains Is a fucking pain in the rectum, watching people Sit there catatonic stare into a screen And the kids are seen as a distraction, getting cursed out For just wanting affection... damn... Ever seen men ramble, in a language so crude Even to them it's not meant to be understandable? Shabby coats carry ethanol fumes Perm clown nose on, facial lines are canyons too I look into eyes, it seems life left them And blame is a relay baton passed to the next man The gender war is still on, and it grows colder Yet when the hurt surfaces, dirt gets thrown and Bones get picked, is the answer really feminism? Or just a reversal of tides? Wherever there is hurt, there's pride Practice self-affirmation all you want, make sure not to worship a lie You told yourself to blank out the darkness inside Or don't, whatever y'all, do what you want I think it's sad when I can't let my feelings be known Over somebody's dishonesty, projected onto me Shows we all are further than we think from maturity And still have to face and conquer our insecurities Healing is in order, when I'm 'bout to meet with friends I visualize the good times upon us The thought alone got me through days of strife And two years of being single, damn, time does fly Seems like I passed the station I was 'bout to get off at Just one stop, no problem, I'll walk back Where I'm headed, just me and the tarmac Iron chains from a rim, I drop the rucksack Extract the Molten ball, shoot, miss completely Need to get some practice in as it seems Dribble one step left, take one step back Release, been doing this move since I was thirteen 45 minutes later, grab a snack, thinking about Sitting on the Golden Sands, with the folks I wouldn't be doing these records without Peace to the fam, suddenly greeted by a person I haven't spoken in years, nice to see you again Where you going? Just clearing my head, you know how it is Laughs are exchanged, I'm on my way back to the crib Sun's still out, tea on the stove Gotta finish this song, just a day in my life In the city of Berlin, broken down in three minutes, I'm gone... Peace.
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The Last Sermon 02:58
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[Verse 1] Committed to these writtens, ain't nothing about it casual My bank statement never accounted for platitudes Most rappers are not judged by skill but cashflow Let two gold plaques crash at light speed to make a black hole One hit wonder rhymes, point singularity Quasi stellar radio Rap runs the galaxy I question Rap in its expression and capacity The absence of your left hemisphere creates a cavity Sadly though, your immaturity is neither charity For hilarity nor is it as attractive as you think Potential energy that's never made kinetic Resents my empathy, so I am not afraid to dead it See, stoicism has its allures, yet the soul hungers For much better weather than just ten degrees Celsius Artists who failed to capture that truth worry 'bout selling Though Darwin suggets adaption, go and tell it to the nautilus As most rhymers denominate themselves as poets But don't notice that their prose is as verbose as some Allan Poe shit But without the insight and reflection, all it is Esoteric masturbation mantras like the one I just sponsored Call it purple without purpose, explain your message to A class of literary greats, and hear their laughter is mirthless Too content surfing the surface, spouting buzzwords Promoting imaginary revolutions for purchases Before the whirlwind envelops you, do you trust the calm? Are you drawn to escapism, gamepad in ya palms? Everything is in flux, regardless of that you give love Although honestly, most of these cunts just to love to piss on your luck Cee won't have to be reminded, he'll exaggerate The story for a greater effect, blowing kisses In the wind, so you think, but when the razor Made its way through your aorta, maybe you'll rethink the sentiment then He can blend with the environment, soft skills acquired Include, never telling the truth without lying Dressed plain, unkempt hair, won't see him with a Sassoon Face bearing a stubble that a box cutter groomed Humble in tune, in pitch like a double bassoon Unfazed hearing them alpha-females howl at the moon The kid, who showed manners is a panther in the bedroom After he flees the cage, you'll dedicate him a sad tune Good luck decoding him, he's like a ring that withers your finger Until you realize it holds a gem When you want to keep it on, it's gone - Such is life Judge a book by its cover and the story rewrites itself Perception is shooting craps with loaded dice My objections never broke ice colder than polar nights Raised tension, emotional charge and great distance Make-shift relationships break from great friction Happy endings make for cheapskate fiction To be deterred by the blurb, that's a cautionary tale About things we tell ourselves like what wasn't Or isn't meant to be to make sense of what, simply put, doesn't The Last Sermon, let us end this discussion Motherfuckers love to judge but hate being judged, fuck'em!
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No Running 03:31
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[Verse 1] Standing at the coastline, pondering the journey Maritime breeze in my face, Sun has a golden shine My gaze reaches from here, to the shore across My heart is filled with gratitude, that is how I know it's time To take a leap of faith, face the future with serene grace Despite all the wars I fought - In the name of love in vain, with tainted blood Pumping thru the veins of a cub, who then became a thug Only made love with a maiden I trusted, ultimately The bond broke and then I couldn't broker peace Notably never prayed for self, but for others instead And shared with those that had hungered for bread And still, a hole that I have yet to fill, it governs me Pluto in the 7th House, in Scorpio - And you know that if tension mounts, I want to grow Thru upheaval, it tore me apart but I had to leave you... [Chorus] Through all the pain that I've wrought Lived thru, failed to soothe, I know Despite everything that's left unsaid If I listen to your voice, I know Through all the hurt you have seen Inflicted and can't take back, you know Despite everything that's left unsaid If you look into my eyes, you know [Verse 2] I crave intensity, essentially I'm obsessed With overcoming what was put here to hinder me It seems to strengthen me, longing for What isn't meant to be, like maybe it'll be eventually The feeling of might and vulnerability The volcano's still asleep, or so it seems Reality is the blossom of seeds sown in dreams Significance's there even if you don't know what it means I am, absurdist at core, walking through parks Seeking stillness in motion, filled with devotion To those close yet far, concealed in the open On my sleeve, the heart rests in perforated state My only mask is honesty, the burden's in my face My eyes speak the universal language of fate Found solace in solitude, my lazaret of love And yet, here I am, a version of me that never was... [Verse 3] I remember the insomniac nights The tears you held back and those I cried When we missed each other by five minutes And I stood in the rain for two hours, waiting on a damn train I would've done anything to see you, you don't need proof The chemistry that weekend we shared, was deeper than Anything that I ever felt with any woman, repressed feelings Resurged when you'd sent the words, there was no running...
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Day In The Life (Instrumental) 03:32
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The Last Sermon (Instrumental) 02:58
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No Running (Instrumental) 03:31
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Close... Yet Far blends the raw and minimalistic Boom Bap approach with some spacy and atmospheric elements, to compose an all-embracing sound that brings you back to basics and still vibrates hereafter.

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released December 21, 2014

Music: Bradata & SP Diplomata
Lyrics & vocals: Concrete Cee
Mix & master: SPESprod / SP Diplomata
Recorded at Studio Funk Berlin
Recording engineer: Andy Schlegel
Mixing & mastering engineer: SP Diplomata / SPESprod
Cover art concept: Bradata (BRD) & SP Diplomata
Graphic design & photography: Denitza Kirilova
Support: Trip-Hop Laboratory
Managed & produced: Bradata (BRD) & SP Diplomata

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1996-2003 - Източен клан & ZP Crew member:
2007 - Joined Dusted Wax Kingdom netlabel.
2009 - Joined Bass Warriors crew under the moniker Controller 66
2010 - Started "Drum Bassment" Radioshow with Bass Warriors Crew
2011 - Started "Trip-hop Laboratory" Radioshow with Virus Inethic ... more

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