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Come On Home

by Red Martina

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1.
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
2.
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.
Dance For Me 02:49
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.
4.
(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
5.
Spit Fire 02:23
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
Roll Down 03:19
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
Stone Soup 02:25
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
12.
In The Ruin 03:03
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
13.
Come On Home 03:14
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
14.
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
15.
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

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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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Red Martina is Noesis, Hayley Cass, Stoupe, Ish Quintero. Hip Hop / Downtempo / More

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