Sunday Affair, by The Letter Noon

Sunday Affair

by The Letter Noon

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Skeks Dang, these guys are really dope. I very much look forward to future releases. I listen to tons of underground hip hop and these guys are a stand out. Well made organic production backs the smooth intelligent rhymes that flow nicely. I hope these guys keep making music.

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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Shapes In The Distance, Tell Me, Tell Me, Tap In (Campfire Version), Something About Faraways, New Design Order, False Noises For Real Impressions, Circus Tent feat. Daniel Falcón [Single Version], Sunday Affair (Instrumentals), and 1 more. , and , .

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1.	Show Us 02:00	lyrics	buy track
VERSE Why don't you snap chat that last chat you had with your dermatologist thats a hash tag/ we don't wanna see that just show us what you ate your omelette with show us what weights you're squatting with show us how great your dog can fetch show us how much you pour up inside that club and skip the vomiting start recording the next morning you ain’t boring you'll do it all again haven't seen you in eight years yet i'm well informed right behind your lens got all your friends inside that box that like to watch what you do cause what they do is not as cool and they just want to be cool is that a fact? you bet it is I love your post you're so super interesting I swear to god, that one time, when you bought that macchiato with the foam inside that looked like a bike I swear i wish i was beside you so, check out my life yo its on your iPhone invest your time on seeing what I’m doing with mine so you can stay updated on the daily I’ll feed your feed with how my day went I feel the need to be gratiﬁed every time i arrive to a new location give me likes so I can fantasize on what its like to be famous its pantomime to distract your eyes till you’re deaf and blind from all this fakeness swipe right so you can see me naked tap twice then select and paste it make it you background tell me how that sounds make it the banner to all your pages post a tbt and a fbf when we didn't tap screens every 4-5 secs when I didn't wake up to these 45 text when they didn't keep up with a Kardashian get jacked for your bling know one's got to ask put yourself on blast they know where you're at living through an app love the way you act follow then follow back and I hope that thats so comforting so fucking lame turn around and do the same fucking thing scrolling down who I know for now when they out of town just to see what they did tagging a pal on the same fucking meme upload this track just to see what you think you're kind of offended but glad someone said it now be a good friend and repost the link
2.	The Holy Wage 03:20	lyrics	buy track
VERSE 1 one condition no exceptions this is our religion you either like it or you dying this is our decision don’t try to ﬁght it, start a riot there’s no opposition you can keep on trying bottom line is that its part of living there ain’t no option is there? there is no option, listen you need a pot to piss in some sort of proper kitchen so you can head up couple biscuits and provide for children then when they’re older it starts over yo we’re all enlisted CHORUS you’re clocking in you’re clocking out you break the bread then you wash it down you pay your rent cause you need a house don’t stop to break yes the time is now VERSE 2 one condition must submit in to the greater system this is the way to gain some weight around your naval imprint some pocket change up for the pay until your days are ﬁnished some holidays to keep you sane a shot away from getting a bit ballistic postal to ﬂip the script from normal you would but can’t afford to lose the room that boards support your source of oil resources force the toil hands of a worker trying to get their little piece of soil CHORUS you’re clocking in you’re clocking out you break the bread then you wash it down you pay your rent cause you need a house don’t stop to break yes the time is now OUTRO yo, yo you gotta work yo, yo I gotta work praise the holy wage that keeps us paid for our time on earth yo, yo he/she gotta work yo, yo they gotta work pray to get a raise cause what you make is what your life is worth
3.	Pushing Daisies 03:13	lyrics	buy track
INTRO she loves me, she loves me not she loves me, she loves me not she loves me, she loves me not she loves me, she loves me not VERSE 1 ﬁeld of daises across the road feeling lazy to write this song thought just maybe I’d let it go then one day it’d write itself combine the times that I’d ﬁnd myself intertwined with a better half that took a toll when the better passed femme fatale with a deadly stance leopard print and some leather pants feathered wings and a pointed staff that turned my light to a kettle black boiled water for a temptress bath rotten soil makes a pedaled path down I go to the ﬁeld of daises across the road feeling lazy to write this song, thought just maybe BRIDGE 1 there you are, at a stand still as the wind ﬁlls our atmosphere cleverly becoming the snake charmer while hums from bees become the punji consequently, skipping a beat, charming me lapsed in a trance from the style and stigma released from your pistol CHORUS tell me what you want tell me what you need I got a memory of all your little fantasies tell me how you are tell me how you've been are there still butterﬂies ﬂying underneath your skin? tell me what you want tell me what you need you know I see you every time that I fall asleep tell me how you are tell me how you've been I called you lover now I'm calling you my, friend VERSE 2 had a lilac with a ﬁne ass and a soft spot for poetry my ﬁrst night cap road my bike back thought of all the things that she'd showed to me circle of her eyes, purple of the skies ended with such a subtle breeze had a daffodil with a magic skill had my heart in a couple weeks escaped our homes for a late night creep would scope her scape and watch her breath then one day she’d watch me leave plucked a daisy on that other street loved amazing with a taste so sweet fucked me crazy in the brain i mean can’t say much but ce la vie will ﬁnd my rose eventually BRIDGE 2 my ﬁrst breath out the womb was just an inhale to smell the lost love I will eventually face the curse to pollinate ya all is great, in the secret garden where they keep the farmers at a distance where weeds grow as high as hope where seeds sprout roots deep as lies where two shall meet, the you and I CHORUS tell me what you want tell me what you need I got a memory of all your little fantasies tell me how you are tell me how you've been are there still butterﬂies ﬂying underneath your skin? tell me what you want tell me what you need you know I see you every time that I fall asleep tell me how you are tell me how you've been I called you lover now I'm calling you my
4.	Four Act Tragedy 03:53	lyrics	buy track
VERSE 1 Act One: The Messenger step in a room, nothing but a desk next to a bed along a pale white lead layer of paint patron saint posters with memorized prayers on the back of the page clean rolled socks pressed navy slacks worn every day by the same young man got a mean old pop who got a mean back hand thoughts haven't travelled further than the farther end of the railroad tracks 3 to 10 shifts at the local Albertson's Monday and Thursday off Mom said she'd think about a car once he got his ﬁrst paid job dry hump Sally till they can ﬁrst make love Need a God approval stamp VERSE 2 Act Two: The Receiver step in a hut ﬁnd nothing but a mat tank half ﬁlled need to last them till' the end of the month even when its full, sees it half empty plays in a pool where the rain starts entering doll made of wool button for the eye bye bye daddy (bye bye) mama heats oven sister starts crying needs to help them both hands feel tied revolved around the sun half a dozen times would love to go to school, hasn't got the time most of the time - hunger sucks sweat off her lip for a sec she forgets then - bummer goes to the square to sell what she made leaves there with cents to put away and save VERSE 3 Act Three: The Sender step in an ofﬁce, nothing but fabric sown up tight ﬁlled up with cotton, ﬁlthy and rotten hand through the back stitch handles the mind handling yours, feelings aside killing the vibe by killing for pride ﬁngers in mouth ﬁddle inside making the way for riddles and lies decisions agendas that render a personal path envelope opener stab in the back next to the frame of the family ranch families die when they make the command ...they're thinking about it motives come ﬁrst then the millions of houses some one stepped on their shoes send the shinners to war taking advice from reﬂections on the shiniest ﬂoor where the bottom feeder ofﬁce seeker ﬁnds a new low recruits the youth to bullet shoot, thank god they saved their e.g.o VERSE 4 Act Four: The Tragedy time for the draft, sender summons the messenger pawn on the board, the arm of the law these zombies ﬁght for the rest of us STEP RIGHT LEFT told who's the enemy goes to defend for me holding a cross of the holy trinity photo of Sally holding her memory STEP RIGHT LEFT holding an M16 two years ago was turning 17 just last week saw John get blown up bomb on the chest of a boy that was so young got a whole new energy better shoot ﬁrst and trust no one paranoid steps LEFT RIGHT LEFT LEFT she walks down the street looking for crumbs a bit, a tad, a smidgen to eat the rations are done, what have they done? she thinks to herself, "come to my land and act like its yours, I don't want this, what is this war, what is this for?" lying on the ﬂoor is a piece of loaf portion of hope, something to chew her belly could use, she runs towards the food straight down the road, a soldier confused he wants to live, so what does he do? assumes the worst then follows through aims right at her, cock back, shoot receiver feels the message hit while the sender is miles of steps away writing it off as casualties of politics
5.	War On Drugs 01:50	info	buy track
6.	Tap In 04:17	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS haven't touched the ground in days I really wonder if I'll ever touch down again (tap in) surrounded by these clouds in space I look around me and I don't really see an end (tap in) ain't no need to ﬁnd your way just let it guide you don't worry bout the where or when (tap in) haven't touched the ground in days I really wonder if I'll ever touch down again (tap in) VERSE 1 tap in to mind, we're going on a trip to the other side of here where the stress don't exist no need for bags to be packed cause where you're at, is where it is so sit back and grab a map forget the places where you've been discover corners under corneas ﬁnd the vacancy within sacred moment when you go in and just go with all of it slip through an abyss where the darkness is the pitch at the bottomless surface you ignite then spark a wick whats revealed is the realness yes the brightness comes from this once concealed now will heal all the tightness under skin ahhhhh what a relief to reach the summit of your psyche its pretty intense to trust the jump but now you're ﬂying let the wind hit your wings until you reach a space of silence let it bring what'll bring know the truth is never biased specially when under eyelids feel it creep from up behind you and take you higher, a burning ﬁre CHORUS haven't touched the ground in days I really wonder if I'll ever touch down again (tap in) surrounded by these clouds in space I look around me and I don't really see an end (tap in) ain't no need to ﬁnd your way just let it guide you don't worry bout the where or when (tap in) haven't touched the ground in days I really wonder if I'll ever touch down again (tap in) VERSE 2 Without no additives nor preservatives I told you, no need for a saddle just Go on a journey with your un.co.nscious 1,2 3,4 keep that count control your breath Feel it ﬂowing through your neck Climbing up the steepest ledge Diving down the deepest depth For all my people in distress Find that place of emptiness... And sit with it In 96 if you had regrets You lived with them In 96 we saw the text cause it was written Therefore don't care for the problems in your vision Just distractions that'll tap in to keep your mind inside a prison So scrap all those pretenses and reach in with a mission to go way beyond your limits ﬁnd yourself somewhere different Then your usual mind state A beautiful sideways Accessible at any point so tell me why I'd wait To hit the ground running till I rise and then ﬂy away CHORUS haven't touched the ground in days I really wonder if I'll ever touch down again (tap in) surrounded by these clouds in space I look around me and I don't really see an end (tap in) ain't no need to ﬁnd your way just let it guide you don't worry bout the where or when (tap in) haven't touched the ground in days I really wonder if I'll ever touch down again (tap in) OUTRO…