Come On Home

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Red Martina is back with Come On Home. The project features a heavy dose of live and sampled production from Stoupe and Ish Quintero, stitched together by vocalist Hayley Cass and Emcee Noesis. Groovy jazz and soul, psychedelic surf rock, sultry blues, and electro instrumentals provide the backing for wide-ranging lyrics and sublime melodies on this album for all seasons.

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released November 17, 2014

Noesis: Vocals / Keys
Hayley Cass: Vocals / Keys
Ish Quintero: Guitars / Bass / Keys / Cuts
Stoupe: Arrangement and Production

With the help of:
Noam Szwegold: Keys
Aaron Blouin: Bass
Adam Williams: Drums
Loren Gildar: Keys

Produced by Stoupe
Recorded and Mixed by Ish Quintero
Mastered by Scott Stallone at Found Sound, Philadelphia PA
Artwork / Graphic Design by Andrea Posada for andreaposada.com

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Track Name: Stockholm Nights
Today

I dreamt about a place

So far away

I can not take you there

Through the looking glass I see

Where I want,

To be

I'm waiting

And maybe

I'm looking for

A Place To Call My Home

Tell me

How many times you've seen

You Pray.

Your hands to reach

This ribbon

In

The

Air

Such a perfect

Lullaby

When you touch the sky

I'm Waiting

And maybe

I'm looking for

A Place To Call My Home
Track Name: Hiphoppocratic Oath (Spring Mix)
1

Hiphoppocratic Oath
from the catacombs
Phil Phanatic:
Green
Phat
up in a classic pose
Put the record on the platter
spin it backward though
track isn't revolver
aint chaps from Abby Road

Flip ya
weak cypha to a magic show:
all rappers on the mic into jackalopes
holy mackerel
pack em down rabbit holes
back in the day I’d be a beat poet daddio

Symbiotic with the city's physiology
Busy bodies schiz out to pizzicato strings
Reppin repetitions
Split like a bishop incision
To the rhythm
Get to gripping

Temper flipping
Skipped out on the dinner bill
Snatched the apple pie chilling on ya window sill
Yelling bring it back:
What things used to cost
Mooching the land
Speed off like supercross


2

I'm the type
sit back with a flow
rap japanese poems
like backwoods with 'dro

Martina
like class without having a loan
or attached to the grid
no fracking and coal

Me an you:
apples and os
got game like
Attack of the Show
no sleep whether rapping or code
whole week on the motif notes speak
old crows feet have dramatically grown

Spread the sonnets
set tectonics: Stetsasonic
Left deposits like
episodic economics
Bless it honest
rep the culture like a strep throat
test those
from the folds to the epiglottis

If i'm spending dollars
it's eating empanadas
defend against the men who attempt to demagogue us
The little things
sticking to the truth
Broke the fiddle strings, pa
yo I'm spitting on the roof
Track Name: Dance For Me
Dance for me
Why don't you
Dance for me
You know I got
You Under my skin

1

Yo Loverman
Can't understand
You play The Wall like Pink Floyd cover bands

Lookin stubborn and
After a couple jams
No chance of
getting up to dance

You a sucker man
very uptight
whole merry ol night
the white stereotype

No karaoke
derriere very low
Not really feeling it till i carry the mic

Sorry Darling
to borrow from the Carlton
many things I know finer than the Charleston

On Rhumbas
no maneuvers
rumors that he’s grooving like a Goomba

Redheads, blondes, brunettes
say he either got two rights or two lefts

You bet
when I stomp off cue
no clack of the tap or the soft shoe

Dance for me
Why don't you
Dance for me
You know I got
You Under my skin



2

Can't mash potato
I’ll step on toes
Can't do the twist
Chubby Checker knows
Wreck your style and address the clothes
In the soul train line never next to go

To the textbook look for clues
brown out on Electric Boogaloo
won't chow down with a Wild Style
not even for the pickupchickabowow

Now Now
I'll curb the antics
No absurd romantics Dirty Dancing
Or the nerd advancing
on girly anthems
won't do the jerk
or the Jersey Tantrum

Fan degrees if you would, Stoupe
Temperature rising
not prying the Footloose

Good news.
Grab that stance?
Emcee motions n not jazz hands.
Track Name: Rhythm and Rhyme
(Hayley Cass)

Everyday
I Can hear your smile
Open my door and stay for awhile
Come close to me and drink my wine

Endlessly escape the rhyme and rhyme

Rhapsody
Taking over me
Gravity
Slipping from underneath
So I Know
As It goes
And the Story's Told

Listen to me, very carefully
Come with the wind
and crash like the sea
Open your mind and set yourself free
Take a lot of time but don't plant your feet

Rhapsody
Taking over me
Gravity
Slipping from underneath
So I Know
As It goes
And the Story's Told
Everyday
I Can hear your smile
Open my door and stay for awhile
Come close to me and drink my wine

Endlessly escape the rhyme and rhyme

Rhapsody
Taking over me
Gravity
Slipping from underneath
So I Know
As It goes
And the Story's Told

Listen to me, very carefully
Come with the wind
and crash like the sea
Open your mind and set yourself free
Take a lot of time but don't plant your feet

Rhapsody
Taking over me
Gravity
Slipping from underneath
So I Know
As It goes
And the Story's Told
Track Name: Spit Fire
1

For practice
I write with ashes
in pitch blackness
on flip sides of matches
The sparked friction
my pen spits to the sound of ya life's film strip when it ends

Infinite Zen
Turned sober civillians.
Soaked gasoline over Golden Pavillions
The fire and cloud
admire the style
higher than
mt.
zion
I acquired it how?

Locked in the dollar bin anonymous
conquering your solace with Saladin politics
Stretching out: Ottoman colonists
Spit lyrics hotter than your bottomless choleric

So
If you got a minute then im rocking the cold
to two-twelve-little o on thermometers
omens show flows dont expire betwixt spliffs myths not pitched prior spit fire


2

Come through
forces slamming the stars
torches to your rhymes
damage your art
Paper up in flames
checmicals collected
besiged your city
while the emperor slept in

Burned at the stake
eternally waste
return thermal energy
I procured for my race

Historians shift stories victorious
grip glory in the form of lit warriors

Origins obscurred on quests with breathless
swords from the forge of Hephaestus
Lest us open wars
like the trojan horse
coaxing frozen domes into glowing orbs

So, of course you not mentioned when they pen quotes
They made reference to your death in the end notes
Sent low over rich fibre
thick wire
come by I whip up a quick choir spit fire
Track Name: Seasons Change
Seasons Change But I Know Better
The leaves will come
The snow wiIl fall

Seasons change but I know better
Turn your back when you are gone

I know something yall dont know
and it begins with the pressure
ends with the snow

I say something yall cant say
and it starts with the thunder
ends with the rain

I hear something yall can't hear
it takes too long to arrive at your ear

I been places yall aint been
towns off the map
blown by the wind

I got dibs on the storm name
lids on the door and
kids on the board game
Jim kept the score
threw ribs at the tornado
old fashion fun till winds hit the chord change

Hi hats turned cymbals
Scientists on the line graphs weren't nimble
Mind that grind capsule
Bind the didactical wisecracks:
ain’t no time for time travel

No line of mine babbles like her
type of night throw the spike in your apple cider
Chills from drum fills
The last lesson that ever came to pass
Jazz from the brass section
Track Name: One Track Mind
I got a one track mind
It follows me wherever I go
It follows me whatever I do

But I do not want you

Low-Lifes in Vogue
Stobe Lights the road
Dudley Don't Rights
Rouge types in droves

Cold nights of code
Grown gripes are groaned
trying to stand tall:
stove pipes on domes

No dice.
Alone
So trite the tone
compared to drone strikes
or flights unflown


Unknowns knowns that’s sewn in the hustle
heap tons of fructose for the doses of the doublespeak

Back to grand fades
AMPEG AMSCRAY
band turned fans and plans turned man-cave

handmade sandpaper
laminated bland

in the land of basic, damn
many paper-laden champs.


Eric wanted Gibsons
parents wanted pigskins
merit-based
cherish serenades for shin-splints

As for me
my one track's been set
move the goalposts until I find the net

Have you ever had a compromise witcha
Never gon Rise witcha
Never gon fly witcha
I will never let you concentrate
You can never ever run this way
Tell me how you're gon’ break

I got a one track mind
It follows me wherever I go
It follows me whatever I do
Track Name: Roll Down
Roll Down

(Hayley Cass)

Don't got a dime for you baby
Swear no pennies here
Your money's got the best of you baby
Your wallets just not taking you there

And roll down your heart now
against the sea
Roll down your heart now
So bittersweet

(Noesis)
No I don't want fancy cars
Trying to keep a hold on the handlebars
Still up on the ancient grind
Find a place in space and time

Dang near empty
Bank on the fritz
Pulled rank and I’m out
Thanks for the fish

Maximum greed
Waxing poetic bout tracks like they actually gas up unleaded

Graphic.
Mass collapses are the average
Rap Blackfish
The trap has got us captive

Laughing.
Lapped us fast up in the Aston
Add by subtracting
Have by imagine

It’s sad when nighttrippers live backwards
Light tippers ice grin kick habits
Set my sights:
Men and Mice-lavish
Still trying to get yall to tell me bout the rabbits.

In the bindle trees and the lead sheets
Meet greets: ‘‘BT is the bees-knees!’
Easy.
Ougia say squeegie
hood still fiending for the cheese from the VCs

No I don't want fancy cars
Trying to keep a hold on the handlebars
Still up on the ancient grind
Find a place in space and time

(Hayley Cass)

Don't got a dime for you baby
Swear no pennies here
Your money's got the best of you baby
Your wallets just not taking you there

And roll down your heart now
against the sea
Roll down your heart now
So bittersweet

(Emcee Noesis)
Costly toil
Dank to the lips.
Coffee
Oil
Tank full of grits
Grip to the crank
Anx on a drip
Peace
and I’m in like thanks for the shift

Age old Make-A-Mockery-Of-Lay-Schlobs
Get paid to tell cats not to do their dayjob
C’est la vie
Monopolies finna get saved
Legislate the minimum wage

Take me away
rumble with regents
drumming and screaming
scrumming and thieving
not one to the precinct
on the double whats up with that
cold crushin policing on these other cats

Takin cover
cause its rainy days
making music is my saving grace
don't ever try to put me down like crazy eights
in the shady race where everybody has to pay to place
Track Name: Against The Wall
Spend all of your time against the wall
Carry the weight of it all
It aint gotta be so personal
Give strength to the merciful

It'll never ever be your treasure you can hide
It'll never ever be your glory on the side

Spend all of your time unbreakable
Give and take your wayunshakeable
Turn back on the truth to see it fall
Win to lose again erase it all

It'll never ever be your treasure you can hide
It'll never ever be your glory on the side

Spend all of your time to slow it down
One note to rewind
it can't be found
Steal a key
got to figure it out
Seek the other way around

It'll never ever be your treasure you can hide
It'll never ever be your glory on the side
Track Name: Bandwidth (Summer Mix)
Bandwidth

1

Yall can't do the math
groove to rap
pass music class
without Google Glass

Loosing tracks
keep moving back
Ya’ll data corrupted with the goofs and gaffes
Battery pack loss juice elapsed
Anatomy app is off
You collapse
After the catalog
shoes and slacks
backlog on back, arms, tooth and caps

Brute force hack on your organ valves
Crew attacking ya storage cloud
Loops get snatched from ya working files
While i move the crowd by the word of mouth

Whats that sound every three seconds?
Dont know how to diagnose read records
Two meanings of laboratories:
I check the mic
yall check warrantees


2

Voice commands with choice commandments
Support the band
Now, support the bandwidth
Import the jams with portions mammoth
then court ya ma'am with cordial manners

Every poem worth jack
packed in your random access on demand to rap
Semi-glowing facts and maps
at a grand establishment
candles flashed.

Dimly lit, indie tip feel
She was real late so he ate two meals

Paid bits promptly
Tipped to the dime
Auto-review:
Wine list's a crime

Called for his car
Drove till dawn
Crashed till the post it notes were gone

Stopped on the curb
Left in the keys
Parked itself and it went to sleep


This for the brain full of wafers
Snooping eye spy cam on the neighbors

Bots excused from the convo
Scheduling conflict: Please Leave Pronto

Kids with a tube in they face
Pumping the gruel no worry ‘bout taste

For the body temp all knowing
Three degrees and ain’t gotta throw the coat on
Track Name: Stone Soup
1

Upper-middle class hood american dream
Double heart attack the parents relieved
Stripped the attic of its centenial steez
carried worried woes symbolized by heavy LPs

First stop: pawn shop.
Second: safe deposit
Third: garbage dump, record store, closet
Combonation unlock
Stuffin up their safe
never really knowing pops unique musical tastes

Now, Mr. Bryer's no fan of the rap
has no idea about the production on tracks
I step thru with mysterious vibes
he sells me stacks for a pair of the fives

Then I reconstruct you
rush through what I'm up to
mutt music bluff
the broken up and krushed grooves
even with the standard compositions
writing choppy style standing on tradition

2

We join Dustin
Studio scene
Musicians tripping off the LSD and the green
Hey, it’s the Seventies
Trying to ripen the love
Turn the last decade's folk into pyshcadelic funk

Engineer fumbles with patchbay cables
Who knows what’s through what
Stray labels.
I’m not really sure how it sounded to them
Played off vinyl now:
be a powerful blend

We're back.
Find the rightsholder in a rocking chair
Excuse me, got a John Handcock to spare?
Don't want to rob you, just want your name
so you can get paid and play with me on stage

I mean not to invade
I mean not to attack
like a gas man wanting all your land for the frack
Only seeking your consent so you can finally speak
and join up with the others -
several thousand deep.

Best not get sampled my friend
Lest your music becomes a tool wielded by producers
Mixed up with other broken intros and breakbeats
Windows into ya soul been closing lately

Dont get sampled my friend
Or maybe you will be a bite of something bigger than your little parting fugue
Cut, scratched, triggered, replayed, or looped
Thanks for your contribution to this stone soup
Track Name: In The Ruin
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a clue
Lover, lover, lover won't you tell me what to do
Serenade me in the heart of the world
Don't you be mistaken, I was ne'er your girl

(carefully)
And now I'm praying
(I believe)
We just can't say it
(follow me)
Found in the ruin
(serenade)

Everyday

If I could tell you
I would tell you twice
Strike a match on concrete
Just to see it light
Open your eyes
But don't tell a soul
Your story is mine
It's already been told

(carefully)
You know I'm praying
(I believe)
We just can't say it
(follow me)
Found in the ruin
(serenade)

I Got It
Let Me Show You My Light
Track Name: Come On Home
Philadelphia is a helluva town
Prisons go up and the schools'll go down
to lose ya cool isn't unusual
beautiful views soothe until the news about the hootiehooable

Police rough like Please Touch
so ease up
Yall love beef
it’s fat and never e-nough
Emcees is reading terminal lunch
Digest by blessing a personal dutch

Start it off
like The Gang Gets Interviewed
I got heart like the Franklin Institute
The most rappers crying
Try to diss?
Bones in the academy of natural sciences


Throw litter down
The spit a round
Three cyphers at the same time in Rittenhouse

Fly:
Derrick Pitts
Hanging with the stars
Flow stands Rodin
Beats Banging in the Barnes


2
Where peeps stay
deep in unique tastes
at these rates we’ll replace Fs with a PH

Jawn'd be the key phrase
Mean weight don't seem great
three plates eaten
Damn, coulda had a V8

DJs with B.A.s in beat breaks
neat names deface walls that are crawling up the freeways
Wheat paste posters with release dates
Throw emcees in East State Penitentiary without a delay

Ls on kelly drive
seventy five
lemony-lime
yosemite sending me vibes

Heavenly
stressing aside
mecca of rhymes
phat lines like
Jerome, Reggie and Clyde

We aint never care
You get hung by the zoo balloon
dumped in the Delaware
sunk in the Schuylkill
Dr. J dunk on your noodle from the strip
write rhymes in traffic on Seventy Six
Track Name: Hiphoppocratic Oath (Fall Mix)
1

Hiphoppocratic Oath
from the catacombs
Phil Phanatic:
Green
Phat
up in a classic pose
Put the record on the platter
spin it backward though
track isn't revolver
aint chaps from Abby Road

Flip ya
weak cypha to a magic show:
all rappers on the mic into jackalopes
holy mackerel
pack em down rabbit holes
back in the day I’d be a beat poet daddio

Symbiotic with the city's physiology
Busy bodies schiz out to pizzicato strings
Reppin repetitions
Split like a bishop incision
To the rhythm
Get to gripping

Temper flipping
Skipped out on the dinner bill
Snatched the apple pie chilling on ya window sill
Yelling bring it back:
What things used to cost
Mooching the land
Speed off like supercross


2

I'm the type
sit back with a flow
rap japanese poems
like backwoods with 'dro

Martina
like class without having a loan
or attached to the grid
no fracking and coal

Me an you:
apples and os
got game like
Attack of the Show
no sleep whether rapping or code
whole week on the motif notes speak
old crows feet have dramatically grown

Spread the sonnets
set tectonics: Stetsasonic
Left deposits like
episodic economics
Bless it honest
rep the culture like a strep throat
test those
from the folds to the epiglottis

If i'm spending dollars
it's eating empanadas
defend against the men who attempt to demagogue us
The little things
sticking to the truth
Broke the fiddle strings, pa
yo I'm spitting on the roof

3
King of the kings
sting like a bee
bloom like a monarch
hydroponic to the heat

kinks in your thinks
eye-roll
phonics on the brink
head nodding
hypnotic not the drink

psychosomatic
see me
on light posts
on avenues
repeat
my nice tone in magnitudes

peeps with the cheat sheets
sacrebleu
deep whether sunny morn
foggy afternoon

me and the e-street
decleating half of you
other half of you
get featured on the national news
not for the cash n jewels
snack on
rappers like macaroons

knack for the new jack elaborate
while most doing it for the swag and acronyms
as sure as they tracking the chattering
we roll phatter than Abba-Zabas to abdomens
Track Name: Bandwidth (Winter Mix)
Bandwidth

1

Yall can't do the math
groove to rap
pass music class
without Google Glass

Loosing tracks
keep moving back
Ya’ll data corrupted with the goofs and gaffes
Battery pack loss juice elapsed
Anatomy app is off
You collapse
After the catalog
shoes and slacks
backlog on back, arms, tooth and caps

Brute force hack on your organ valves
Crew attacking ya storage cloud
Loops get snatched from ya working files
While i move the crowd by the word of mouth

Whats that sound every three seconds?
Dont know how to diagnose read records
Two meanings of laboratories:
I check the mic
yall check warrantees


2

Voice commands with choice commandments
Support the band
Now, support the bandwidth
Import the jams with portions mammoth
then court ya ma'am with cordial manners

Every poem worth jack
packed in your random access on demand to rap
Semi-glowing facts and maps
at a grand establishment
candles flashed.

Dimly lit, indie tip feel
She was real late so he ate two meals

Paid bits promptly
Tipped to the dime
Auto-review:
Wine list's a crime

Called for his car
Drove till dawn
Crashed till the post it notes were gone

Stopped on the curb
Left in the keys
Parked itself and it went to sleep


This for the brain full of wafers
Snooping eye spy cam on the neighbors

Bots excused from the convo
Scheduling conflict: Please Leave Pronto

Kids with a tube in they face
Pumping the gruel no worry ‘bout taste

For the body temp all knowing
Three degrees and ain’t gotta throw the coat on