aoka
@aoka
USA
Joined Sep 9, 2004
You might have caught that street corner, between the heated conversation of flute, viola and voice; howling ripping into city noise. Be fooled. Aoka is from the future: A million alter egos and they all have great smiles. Smashing genres of music together in high heels off rooftops, spitting firecracker sounds into transistor radios, and afflicting the world with madcap inspiration. She's got space boots and rockets, superhero soul, and a one two that will knock your lights out.
She’s bare, armed with authenticity; accompanying everything from wheels screeching, sweat pouring, fire punk to deliciously seductive sexed-up jazz. Her exploits are as diverse as her reality: funk, soul, electronica, rock and roll, hip-hop, doo-wop, rockabilly and more. In the last couple of years she has been traveling; hiking into canyons, jumping off cliffs and gazing into shooting stars. Recently, she was whisked down south into the arms of long lost musical soulmates who carried her with xylophones and tiny pianos into big big dreams
vocalist+ producer+ beats+ noise+ keys+ drums+ synths+ madness+ theremin+ bass+ soul+ hot shit+ funk+ psychedellia+ electro+ spy+ downtempo+ flute+ toy machines+ insanity = big big dreams
big big dreams: now recording new album out 03.03.10
www.aoka.info
My Music
Artist
The Hive
Feb 19, 2009
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THE HIVE Always changing Rearranging Forcing you to keep up And the constant creeps And the street lights Can get you so down The city is a crazy place Always in your face Always everywhere It's so demanding Can't get away There's nowhere to hide The city is a crazy place It's a playground for outcasts Cluttered and filled with apathetic Delusions Mass of people Bustling around And they're littered Oh so reckless The buzzing never stops Oh never stops But the hive is Exploding But the hive is But the hive is exploding In downtown They want everything No change for your Handout But there's beauty in the cracks The degradation of The bloody sidewalk And everything is covered in graffiti But it beams of Expression And the pressure And the atmosphere It's all-so Relentless Weighed down by The body counts It's never Never ending The city is a crazy place The buzzing never stops Oh never stops But this hive is exploding It's a playground for outcasts Cluttered and filled with apathetic Delusions Mass of people Bustling around And they're littered Oh so reckless The buzzing never stops Oh never stops But the hive is exploding But the hive is But the hive is exploding The buzzing never stops
Oblivion
Feb 19, 2009
OBLIVION Followed fools A temple in the gleaming Built for spite and secret prophets Farmed out thoughts Collected is collective Where will you land when we all fall? Washing minds Seeking all the knowledge Binding eyes and bitter parties Beneath the cracks of explosive loaded buildings As all the towers fall in heaven Were to busy feasting on fame All this charity, all this rage Difference, indifference Beating the cause Waiting for wastelands And sipping on thoughts Whether to stand, whether to run Is beating this force into oblivion So it grows Beating on the backs of school age children learning nothing And hallowed hope Seeping through the civ That blocks the sunlight from returning Its not pain That singles out the needy But a system that's corrupted General fear, loaded in our guns And were shooting all that move Because were to busy feasting on fame All this charity, all this rage Difference, indifference Beating the cause Waiting for wastelands And sipping on thoughts Whether to stand, whether to run Is beating this force into oblivion And it grows Disconnected fragments Fill the mouths of those who care A shallow pond Wading in the limitless potential of our TV's Call to arms A grazing field of bombs Foxhole of commandments Playing time Hide and seek with trauma No one wins and we all suffer Because were to busy thinking of ourselves Waiting for someone to undue the spell Giving no charity, filling with rage Becoming indifferent, and running away Wasteland of thoughts forced to the ground No one stands And were left in oblivion
Buy Me
Feb 19, 2009
Buy Me Please don't notice The climate drifting trends Packages within packages Heaps and mounds of garbage Bottle tops in oil Baby diaper weeps Consume all you want Because some one already sold you in Buy me Im good for you Ill make everyone notice Then follow me to grave yards Of all the things you cherish Catalog your quarters and melt them into dimes Try on all your gold rings And thank Africa for your diamonds You made money to spend it So heres your chance to gloat Paydays for products At natures running joke Market crashed consumers Waiting for casheiers While money flows like water That soon will not exsist Fistfulls of dollars Running to the store Busy watching commercials That tell you where to go Don't woory about your credit card Because its only plastic And if you reach your limit Im sure they'll send you another one Buy me Im good for you Ill make everyone notice Then follow me to grave yards of all the things you cherish You made money to spend it So heres your chance to gloat Paydays for products At natures running joke
A million alter egos
Feb 19, 2009
She walks up gum booted and restless Carving the pavement with wire Slits in open buildings Removing scrap from scaffoldings with her teeth Chases moon drops on city buildings Searching for the stars Sits singing in echos Stands dreaming of all time a million alter egos and all of them have great smiles a million alter egos and all of them have great smiles Crass tip tounged Breathing fire and spitting truth Demure eyed lover Sing soul and humming life She walks up stilletoed Billowed fabric and subltle lips Saunters slowly circling celestial fingers Closes her eyes intently and breathes in a million alter egos and all of them have great smiles Tells tales of wonderment Finds beauty in all things Chases phenomenon knowledge and self attainment She walks up firecracker Slinging jokes around the bar Beer fisted, scuttle but jigging love of the juke box a million alter egos and all of them have great smiles a million alter egos and all of them have great smiles she walks up the be bop seeing paths in all directions squeals and giggles at the simple joy of climbing things a dare devil rule breaker down for the cause finds it all amuzing that the world goes round she cares for the future she dreams of the past she walks up the forefront leading those at war fights for what is worthy makes peace with whats been done million alter egos and all of them have great smiles a million alter egos and all of them have great smiles Buy Me Please don't notice The climate drifting trends Packages within packages Heaps and mounds of garbage Bottle tops in oil Baby diaper weeps Consume all you want Because some one already sold you in