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Working out the frustrations of being an original and independent artist among a culture of trend concerned lushes and party goers.
Explaining myself to those who don't get it, hoping that some day they will. I write each song so that no matter who you are, if you listen and work through the song, it will affect you in some way. Dealing with the fact that most people don't care for that.
Success to me is not in numbers of cd sales or tickets sold or money made, but the number of people whom would be mutually welcome in each other's home for a warm meal, a roof and a spot to sleep.
Sincere love to every single person who has ever complimented me, shared their story with me, related to me or spoken out and given me appreciation and encouragement. We are family and I will always be here for you. Thank you endlessly.
lyrics
This is for those who drop money in the tip jar,
and love in the hugs that have helped me get this far.
This is for y'all who're leaning against the wall
too squeamish to talk, and get the meaning of songs.
This is for those that take the time to say I spoke to them,
and helped to dull a broken edge with something that my poem said.
Playing this trashy club or ratty pub,
I don't get that cafe love from nasty drunks, sad enough,
they can't keep up so they pass me up, uncanny huh?
Gnarled into wretched darkness
with a carving board of pen and parchment,
particles of pleasure parted
these tardy tourists tend to tarnish
when farming for affection's farfetched
cause I'm largely more than petty garments,
and smart when every sentence started,
so I'm a starving for attention artist:
I demand supply! Yeah it's fine if they're the placid type,
but they're too quiet, or only dance and imbibe,
I'm saddened by it, looking out into the crowd
Scan the night, and the fact is, right: there's a “Bar Code”:
these numbers only fancy lines that are black and white.
Feeling miserable after I play a bar or party scene,
spitting wisdom while they chatter blatantly ignoring me
cause I'm not your typical rapper, cliche beats and forced esteem,
I've reached my pinnacle after days and weeks of quarantine,
So I can't be cynical when reacting in response to the
Whimsical distracted lames who breed despondency,
It's a privilege having the stage to speak the thoughts we think,
My fan-base is minimal but they're family and quality.
Plus what's critical in my artistry are the same individualistic properties
that consistently make it hard for me to relate to the ridiculous majority.
This isn't for the sheep disinterested in wool gathering,
we shoot for the moon while you're distracted by the wolf howling,
This is for kids who enjoy when a book's challenging,
who took hours to read lyrics I put out on sheets.
This is for fans of me, who care for me, we're family,
we're All-One, hold a hand and breathe bonded candidly.
Y'all keep raising the roof, 'til you're breaking it through
making the stage into Houston, the PA into boosters,
and since I appreciate them, I'll prove it by,
taking the few supporters I made with this music
soaring straight out the roost towards the craters and dunes
on the porous face of the moon to course away from this ruse!
Major Tom to ground control, play my songs you found my soul,
you may respond with sounds of hope, to make a bond without the rope.
Most Hip-hop critics typically bark wishin' me to stick with
traditional influence bumping trunk style since I just
branch out betwixt the underground they think I'm leaving
The Roots weirdly considering instruments and singing bits,
Meanwhile musicians quip I ought to quit
the intricate spitting quick. Continuously
pushing “rock” like they're Sisyphus,
All this seems ridiculous, I'm sick of it.
First and foremost simpletons I'm a lyricist,
and I've solely allegiances to the envisioned scripts
I'm in love with penning, alright enough already,
interesting how I customize everything so none of it's customary.
Through months of sweating a couple sketchy weak performances,
I come to getting open love from many locked within my key audience.
I keep pouring this heart into the bubbling recipe of unique formulas
to uncover ecstasy from this witches steaming cauldron mix.
Okay sure, I guess I've a niche of microscopic width.
It's not the response you get, its all how you respond to it.
If you're lost and confused, to offer the truth,
I sort of am too, so endurance ensues
as I record in the booth, its immortalized proof
of me talking to you to assure and improve
and ensure that the wounds of us all will be soothed.
For me performing this music is more therapeutic than sports or the booze is,
all of y'all are my muses, I hope that it's mutual this pure gratitude,
for the owners of ears this is pouring into, it's an honor to do.
This is four; syllables in the term“Appreciate”
for all of you who've seen me play,
I love you and you keep me sane.
This is four; words, my wrists read to then pass on,
to give peace amidst bad parts, “Live Easy and Laugh Hard”
This is four; letters, “LOVE” I have it for each of those
I manage to reach through poems elaborate speeches know,
my practicin' preachin prose, is gratitude, peace lets grow.
credits
from The Inevitable Effort,
track released June 10, 2012
Lyrics written and performed by Bruce "AllOne" Pandolfo. Production by Charlie Button. Recording, Mixing and Mastering by Michael Korb.
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.
Deeply vivid/introspective lyrics populate this ambitious folk rock project. The arrangements span from mellow/minimal to rocking and grandiose. Consistently emotive, unique and sincere. Brilliance. AllOne
Progressive yet punk, aggro yet emotional. One of my favorite bands from Long Island and doing everything they can to live up to their name, raising money for causes and making badass music, AllOne
I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree
