Since D.o.drent and I sold out of physical copies of our split EP ( thank you for the support by the way)... we got these great album art stickers (the size of an actual CD cover) through CD Baby, and on the back, there is a link and a code so you can download the album directly to your computer! If you were thinking of downloading the EP, you may as well buy this and get a beautiful sticker with it!
Includes unlimited streaming of Creative Differences (A Split)
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
"A mirror must be a perfectly smooth surface, yet reflecting is often rocky.
Using mistakes as learning experiences.
Breaking and relying on noticeable patterns.
Sharpening my nose on a stepping stone.
Recognizing what is and will always be important.
A declaration of love can also be one of independence.
Making moving on and moving forward the same experience." -AllOne
lyrics
Work In Progress
We're all a work in progress,
are you progressing work?
We're all a worth to process,
how do you process your worth?
I went from H.I. to Playwrite
unsavory crass piercings
to favoring rap lyrics.
From raw stunts to AllOne,
Depraved with my lashed skin
and burnt flaming hands in cinema
to cadence and fast rhythms,
the aims of my past switching
from Johnny Knoxville (breaking my back living)
to Tennessee Williams.
A beast with language of vast tinting.
Menagerie glass prisms.
slave to the craft written
note the factor: no matter
the PLACE of my ambition,
my brain isn't stagnant
in a STATE of it's transition.
creative and grand visions
hurricane and wingspan kissing
it's The Butterfly Effect.
I was crazed in the beginning but then I tried to vent it,
Dependent on making up planned fiction
with a wonder I invent
now I'm clear-headed with ambiguous sad images
as how Shutter Island ended,
and whenever I'm progressive, I accept it it's expected.
We're all a work in progress,
are you progressing work?
We're all a worth to process,
how do you process your worth?
Ideally I wish I'd whisper sweet nothings in your ears,
but really I'll just speak so much you'll wish I wasn't there.
My heart isn't encased in any sort of picture frame
it ripped the cage and slipped away, much like the Grinch's eh?
It's got a resting ridiculous rate of a thousand words a minute pace
and my words tend to escape me unexpectedly intense and insanely!
My birthday cards get lengthy and mushy quickly
crammed cramped confessionals encouraging fulfilling living.
They say more than most parents to their kids by fifty.
It's to make up for not seeing you enough because I'm busy
and simply to amend that I'm too broke for gift giving.
Silly and interesting, I scrawl em on the way home from the gift shop,
my Kodak moment is the cutting-room-floor of Hitchcock,
Most of my favorite clothing is thrift bought and more often than not
I get depressed instead of pissed off!
I'm just not the guy whose going to yell at you if we're fighting,
it's actually unexciting: I'll talk rationally and nicely
'til you ask me to leave brightening, since I'm not dramatically enticing
"Where's the passion where's the lightening?"
Honestly,
I find conflict frightening,
and I'd rather tell you that I was wrong and that I hate myself in writing,
than turn beat red and pretend that I know the right thing.
And whenever I'm rejected, I accept it, it's expected.
We're all a work in progress,
are you progressing work?
We're all a worth to process,
how do you process your worth?
Chrono-miser (afraid to waste time) as I spend,
it's directly affecting my self-worth and value,
taxing my connections to fulfill personal objectives.
Unable to find a balance and so I'm left in a deficit.
Depressing. We've got all this baggage, but we ain't going anywhere,
Take my leave of absence, cant move on I see you everywhere.
So I take the pen(pin) out, feeling explosive (like a grenadier).
The last several years, regrets and fears exes spear through the middle
(like an asterisk) had you on my arm, as that tattoo is.
You had to skip, now you're only on my mind, show me there's a sign.
Totally despite supporters in my corner, I've been lonely in my life.
There's a pulling in my throat, every breath I take.
Heart is overworked, shackled by a heavy weight.
Pressure behind my eyes like when a levy breaks.
Wishing there's a penny placed there almost every day,
My lips twitch, itching to frown, at any given minute now,
I'll be six in the ground. Roots writhing around.
We went from two peas within a pod to ruined beans that sit and rot.
I choose to scream at mythic monstrous dubiously existent gods.
Ship or water. Lip or dock. You never know the role you're cast...
on which side of that fishing rod! Here's a hint for ya'll
maybe there's a different option, feel like I sink and bob,
bonded to lines that'll trick those caught.
Even in difficult thoughts,
my ending hope is to live out long
and give you citizens upon this coast and spinning rock
some hope to grip upon.
Keep em hooked. Stringing along. Singing songs
and whenever we're connected I accept it, it's expected.
credits
from Creative Differences (A Split),
released July 29, 2014
Lyrics written and performed by AllOne
Production by Tony Mahoney
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
supported by 4 fans who also own “Work In Progress”
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
