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You made it. I am empti, I make noise, sometimes i structure this noise and it comes together quite nicely if i do say so myself. my last 2 releases; "Oribiting Existence" and "Absentee Ballots" are still available(i think) over at ATAK (www.atakworldwide.com) for all who are interested. My latest project "Ghosts dont swim" is and has been done for a few months now, but I have no distribution. This makes me sad because I am happy with this album. I would buy 2 copies of this one before i even listened to my older work but hey, what can i do, nothing. I also am apart of a group called Karpet Knights(Charlie McCarthy and empti), we can be heard at www.myspace.com/karpetknights I also have a myspace page appropriately addressed www.myspace.com/empti I am in florida now, and it is humid
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
#13,377 in subgenre Peak #81
Charts
Peak #9,511
Author
empti
Rights
dont bite my shit please records
Uploaded
June 25, 2005
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MP3 6.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Where do we begin? Gazing upwards i attempt to connect the dots and end up right back where i left you spinning out of control. Drifting further from who were with each revolution there to lead the way we circumnavigate existence keeping pace with the sounds of time and yet somehow managed to get ahead of ourselves. We've all been there but forget what it takes, we return to light the way. Helplessly hopeless we grow but get nowhere and thats fine with me. I've given up on saving the world everything's just fine or atleast thats the impression that I get from the expressionless looks on the faces of those who stand for nothing but we all lack definition. This is my rendition of a human being seeing past the poorly lit foreground into a brutally honost and eternally unforgiving daysky serving as a smoke screen on a clear day we even forget theres space for us up there where we dont belong. I still get star struck, down to earth by default left behind for falling asleep at the wheel waking to find we're sinking slowly into a single sollution swallowed up by the very space we once consumed its out of our hands strapped in the backseat heading in the right direction we've now taken a turn for the worse counter clockwise colliding headfirst into ourselves. this was no accident we saw it coming. Every preperation proved to be useless at softening the impact. with nothing for me to look forward to I am forced to retrace my steps leading me in the wrong direction i should ask for help but why waste my breath? I embrace whats left inside of this urn because my past's been burned and found that while gathering the ashes I'd past the point of no return as our oil painting existence drips onto the floor of this 2 bedroom universe we were just evicted from it somehow comes together in a way no other composition could but behind every great composition is 1 man, who's visions in time become a reality known to all as hell. Reaching a broken promised land it was said all that was needed was a handshake. negotiating terms within a barred up window of time closing us out everytime we come around. My home is just a thumbtack on an astrological chart, defining an infinance confined to a petri dish in a laboratory with no funding. An abundance of circumnavigated spiral to nowhere led me to believe there was nothing left to dance to but i chose not to waltz for fear of going in circles clinging to what seemed to be stable for the moment that just past. time being nothing more than a mother smothering her child in it's sleep. Walking amongst faceless obstructions in the flightpath we've taken, too far to touch down now. For the ground's been drown under the weight of a falling sky I've found to be nothing more than a power sunroof. We live in a glasshouse fully equiped with tinted windows and a broken thermostat. Frozen to our deathbeds, thawing out and then we suffocate for more than just a laugh. A collective gathering of contradictions conspire confirming suspicions that something was missing, just not enough space, wont fit, time's up until the second hand is back in orbit.
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