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To You and Yours from Me and Mine

by Claud Six

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1.
Real recognize me like we from the same mother’s womb I keeps it a buck, don’t edit flaws out in the cutting room Stone soup chefs, started out with crates of dungeon food But we now cultivate and pull the feast out by the onion root Tangled up in blues, reinvent the color wheel That dream is dead, we mean to manifest it into something real Then tag another on the walls like hieroglyphics To guide us on our way as we sail in the quiet mystic Well, lookie here, it’s Luda at the seance With a lucky talismans and a dusty pair of j’s on Respect the drip, Always suited up in case it’s game on Fire-spitter, ice in the veins, the same as Aegon Meditate on that, we deep as crayon packs Hustle for a place to chill and take the cape off at I’m young Griffey with a flipped cap and baseball bat Under pressure, neath the lights racking up some clutch playoff stats We been hoping for some rain clouds We been scoping for a way out We’ve been posting on unsafe ground Said We ain’t broken but we break down And We been holding for a great while And We’ve been scrolling through the fake smiles But We’ll be glowing til we fade out Said We ain’t broken but we break down I lug an empty bucket to the bubbling wellspring Cutting through the spot where the troubling bells ring Swaying to the hum like a couple of gelflings Dispatching soul suckers like I’m fuckin’ Van Hellsing So crossed at it, rather trade away the dogmatic talk that’s Broadcasted for a lost channel playing soft static (ugh) Either balance out the seesaw or cause havoc I’m with folks who do a bit of both, man that’s boss status Well, lookie here, it’s Luda in this beeyatch With some ancient scrolls and a pair of AI Reeboks Song like a lake loon, feathers like a peacock Eagle eyes watching the draining we got Something in the atmosphere feels so lively Plucking on my heart strings, so please don’t mind me If I can put my finger on it, it could be the vessel That puts my back together and helps me reassemble
2.
(Bloodmoney Perez) Cryptic how script it Born dead but too gifted Fled the afterlife white bronco with two Visions Bitches at the helm trying to gudie me toward two ditches Bury your debts regrets and other misses So here I am misfit aged fool with new gimmicks. Don't spend my time on hooks just get to rude spitting Noone new listens. No one knew listens Would effect how youth digging And kill all the loot getting. Dying on a hill where.... lyrics still hold weight Cooked my shit all day, then broke it up and sold 8. Posted on our corner just to pitch a pack of raw space God body saw all Faith's Don't discriminate y'all all safe Bars is the agenda Demolish all pretenders Nothing here can end us Long as the tapes recount our entrance Float off into the ether In a pimped out two seater Time is a motherfucker no one's safe either It’s a beautiful view from here seen with the naked eye The moon and the stars are clear, I’ll stay until I say goodbye (Claud Six) I cruise like the mix and master testing session after dark Second guessing plays along this evanescent path of ours My avatar’s a stoic look, coat of arms an open book My vessel is by any means, my castle filled with friendly thieves I’d spend a g or two on people whom I never even knew For education, food, and shelter, the ability to choose, Deals to keep the planet green, treatment for diseases, too Instead of building war machines to feature on the evening news Bleeding blue, breathing air, with plans of a dying on a hill Where kings and lords are powerless, word to Thomas Bombadill Good fortunes to the fellowship, the oratory specialists With golden auras soaring toward a solar source of excellence We stay on it, even if we stray from it Ain’t nothing wrong with reaching out, we just need to say something I be about the betterment, the leaping of impediments Until our temples get reduced into debri and sediment It’s a beautiful view from here seen with the naked eye The moon and the stars are clear, I’ll stay until I say goodbye
3.
It’s a pretty normal day, but I feel rather quite peculiar Like a glitch within a program on a satellite computer Force quit. Shut her down. Toss me in the rice bag Then put me back up on the shelf with a lowered price tag. I must be malfunctioning, noggin’s gotten fuzzy Like it’s filling to the brim with this flock of cottonwood seeds ⅓ a century in and this is what it’s come to Juggling for answers to the questions “what you up to?” I don’t know, this and that, grinding hard and kicking back, Same track, different lap, but I been on my Prefontaine Better all around, standing up, falling down, Getting old and balling out, I been on my LeBron James Used to swear that if squinted up into the blue I could see electrons jump and dip and move I thought it was a super power when I was a little lad It turns out I was seeing things because my eyes were really bad I’m a roll and take it slowly Don’t know which way I’m going Outside the sky is smokey But I don’t mind it mostly Had a dream that I was 12, I was learning from myself Older me in front the room like “I dismiss you not the bell” Younger me is awestruck, older me is worried (worried) Hoping we don’t grow to hate each other on our journeys (journeys) 34 with a 40’s back, a 60’s swag, and an 18 motor Calendar moves at flipbooks speed, but it still don’t seem like I’m aging older (Ugh) See what I’ve done, skipping to different beats of the drum Keep it a hundred with people I love and strangers I meet on the street where I run (yup) I give it out when I’m paid in full, race ahead so I can take it slow Had our reasons for falling out, build bridges over that H20 Oh hey, oh my, bold face, no lie Don’t chase nothing, go my own way, so fly At this moment there’s a water drop, flowing like they tend to do Out into an ocean tide that’s altered by the crescent moon That shares the same solar system with the storm on Jupiter All within a galaxy spinning through our universe It’s like I sense the weight of it, the space of it and all between Connecting with the ET out there sharing the same thoughts as me A different tongue with different labels for their wants and needs But a rose by any other name is just as soft and sweet Once upon a mourning morn, I swore I wouldn’t Forget to give my folks their patch of flowers ’fore they push em If appreciation is an art, I want to paint the Sistine For every single of y’all that’s been here hanging with me So whether I’ve got free will that’s shifted out of neutral Or I’m a tiny cog in a system being useful I bounce between the highs and lows of bragging rights and bloopers On pretty normal days where I feel rather quite peculiar
4.
Washed 03:07
Late night party I post and doze off So exhausted, I hustle and don’t stop I ain’t catch the last wave, okay, it’s no loss Driftwood, baby, ya boy is so washed Try as I might I can’t sleep past 6 To-do’s in my head and it’s a deep ass list Color-coordinated and organized by category On a spreadsheet that’s updated every morning I got five collared shirts and one tie I feel a little drunk after one pint Cigarettes make me sick, green makes me anxious And I ain’t got a day to waste on recovery maintenance Ol’ man Luda, out trimming the trees I get mad hyped when the kitchen is clean Said I count my calories and I count my steps And I kick it at the crib like I’m on house arrest Yo, I can’t stand lazy, it makes me irate The music’s too loud, it gives me migraines And Just last week, I was hollering at a kid And hit the young dude with a back in MY DAY?!?!?!? Late night party I post and doze off So exhausted, I hustle and don’t stop I ain’t catch the last wave, okay, it’s no loss Driftwood, baby, ya boy is so washed Find me cleaning gutters on a dead end street Or researching every sore throat on Web MD Gas face for the slaps like “yeah, that’s me” Never was the hot ticket or the next best thing Nah, up and coming? More like down and going But I put my own shit out, I don’t have to bow to noone I was thinking I’d be signed back in 20-0-9 Playing empty dive bar in the W-I Now I rock once a year, do a show with friends Hit the stage by 8, I’m at home by 10 At the gym by 7, at work by 9 Put in 60 hour weeks tryna earn my dimes Yeah I still hit the court though, the j’s still water But getting up and down takes a lil bit longer I bounce a bit lower, breathe a lot harder But with washed comes wisdom, my teams a lot smarter
5.
Blip 01:54
Make the most of that blip on the screen Some drift out at sea, some skip to the cream Ran through a whole list of get rich schemes None of which include a real sick sixteen I’m a fiend for a reason to celebrate And feed on the meal til my bellyaches Long past are the days of the melting face I was nuclear. I was yellow cake. I was down in the bog with the sinking swamp And wouldn’t leave til the hurt and the drink was gone I been wrong so much that right don’t fit right Absorbed the recoil of firing misstrikes Silent midnight, chirpy A.M. Stretch out get the blood circulating’ Head straight to the top like an earth invasion With a whole lot of luck and determination I’m a dynamite stick with wicks burning at both ends Grip on a trident, stirring a cauldron Been thinking a lot, need to cool like obsidian rock And stay away from the noise of the idiot box Got a digital clock that blinks 8’s Time is now, money, swing the sling blades To the things that cling (ay) drink and bring praise To the caged birds who still sing with wings raised Kid is adaptive like a water world webbed foot Swimming in debt, divvy the digital check book Push til we figure what set to rep, look I’m 50 percent concrete, 50 percent redwood (Ugh) Land of the funds and the guns Where the lives don’t equal the numbers they crunch I’ll be there with mean mug and dissertation Presenting the proof of a flipped equation No such thing as a straight line I zig zag zig when I makes mine Hang glide for my peoples, yeah I hang glide Then I get down to it, I don’t waste time
6.
(Claud Six) That “sweat it out” gene tucked nicely in my double helix Spotting boogey men within the shadows of the thumbelinas So I bumble bee it, get the pollen til I pass out Building sturdy stone hedge columns round my glass house (ay) Spend an hour staring at the mirror face Til my eyes water, fuck it, let the tears irrigate That urgency’s a killer, that urgency’s a rocket ship Every line is silver, that’s the currency of optimists (Blake Ambrose) Of ghosts and demons, this lobby’s a “whose who?” As far as nightmares go, this one’s a lulu Out of body, foot to the chain, underwater dude And my lips acquire a blue hue Look around, it’s a beautiful start Feeding grounds for the dutiful sharks Each moment represents a crucial part All I gots a hole for the wal, and a deuce for the mart It goes round and round and round and round Step on up, come on down Yeah, we kick it in the minute, dream the eons out What you got? That’s what we on now (Claud Six) Mitigate myself when I’m geeking off the fever pitch My best foot forward measured by a million meter sticks Them nagging doubts tend to sabotage a realist And tells me that despite the wonders I am just a piece of shit Yeah, Luda looking antsy with a Thumper’s foot Analyzing data puzzles, solving the misunderstood Coulda, shoulda, wouldn’t ever ever use that excuse Tighten up the head screws, check the feel and let loose (Blake Ambrose) It’s lock jaw, and being awake but frozen Not being able to eat, knowing which hole the food goes in It’s being forever stuck between waking and dozin’ It’s yelling out the prestige before the magician shows it. Embarrassed in the audience, your naked on stage Forever at the kids table, when clearly you’ve aged Feel your lif is normal, who calibrated the gauge? Benji button, sunburn at night, asleep in the days
7.
Balderdash 03:01
Red alert, on my toes like pirouetting ballerinas Clearing heavy hindrances while moseying the alameda Catalina cul-de-sac, that’s where I string the balderdash And sublimate the flashes that would cause a hulk to smash Sick of breathing wildfires in the August air Sick of hearing that it’s hopeless and beyond repair Au contraire, only feels that forlorn because of their Lack of willingness to do a thing besides offer prayers Bow my head, Out the bed to polish off a thousand reps We bout it, bout it, wetting all the wicks of wicked powder kegs There’s folks I owe a drink and folks I owe a pound of flesh I spend my daily 24 trying to pay down the debt Been cleaning messes up since I’ve been making messes Wait a second, it seems like I find safety in the wreckage Yes it’s Claud SIx the wonky spazz, former hypochondriac Current come to termer with weakness in our armor I’ma dusty albatross cloud 9 aficionado I don’t sit and wallow, sip and swallow sorrows from them tipping bottles Switch the motto, skip the macho, fictitious bravado Dead the silly squabbles, turn attention on to this debacle I script a novel when I’m plugged into the cloud That stuff will be around long after I’ve been sunk into the ground My memorial profile still receiving party invites Anniversary of my exit, 3 comments, 6 likes Good night. It’s time we dim the disarray and hit the hay And quiet fright that ricochets around our itsy lizard brains I deal with it...best way that I can I get real with it...adapt and make a plan It’s feel sick and sober up stairway to a level floor Where the slights arent driving forces to a settled score Where the bothers don’t morph into a threat of war Better warriors with shovels than gardeners with heavy swords What’s done is done It is what it is I can alter what will be With everything I give
8.
High above our heads shines a waning moon worth howling at As the last granules funnel through the hour glass Somewhere past the fence, through the woods, out in back Sits a pride of glowing eyes belonging to a prowling pack We ruined where you live, there’s nowhere to go and hunt My neighbor’s taken three of you with his loaded gun They labeled it necessity, it made my belly sick Till you broke into the realm and took what I would never give I feel like I should hate you, like I wish that I could catch you Like I’d love to tear you limb from limb right after that rescue Killing what I care for within my guarded boundaries But I stop myself because I know that you got mouths to feed Set the traps, you can have as many rats as you can eat Just remember I’m the hand when you’re chewing through the meat Compromise, both get what we want Then go our separate ways in the mist and the fog I’ll let it go If you never show Your face round here again But if you try I doubt that I Could even take revenge
9.
We emptied out that house and packed the things we didn’t sell There was mice up in the toaster and ashes in the Zinfandel We closed our eyes and targeted a map like William Tell 10 years later, we is I, but otherwise I’m living well It’s been a bumpy, windy ride, most of it is kind of fuzzy But what I can piece together, reminds me I’ve been lucky I was put to sleep to face the knife in hopes to carve the sickness out Then nursed back at the crib by folks I couldn’t live without But one by one we’ve bid adieu, exited the living room Hung the banners up and packed away the Sunday dinner food It hits me good, but I respect the trek of separate metronomes Some of us our heading out, and some of us are heading home I’ve got a couple places I can claim...the PNW inside the rain The muggy middle west with fireflies at play That’s where my blood is at, amidst the snow and thunder claps Missing them almost makes me want to leave and double back I wish the flights were cheaper, I wish the map was smaller I wish that if we need to shoot the breeze, I didn’t have to call ya Saw ya last holidays, I’ll catch you the one after next I know I wouldn’t be shit without my fam and friends Them bills on the counter ain’t cheap But I’m a rich man judging by the quality of company I keep The drain of the day got me weak But I’m a damn strong man if you judge me by the company I keep Them bills on the counter ain’t cheap But I’m a rich man judging by the quality of company I keep The drain of the day got me weak But I’m a damn strong man if you judge me by the company I keep Never wanted to admit that I would leave it all behind Just a bit of exploration, time to see what I could find But one foot leads to another step taken There’s no going backwards so let me just stay in This moment for a while, the laughter and the smiles Wish we didn’t learn to measure distances in miles I get sick of thumbing keypads and vibrating my vocal chords Though lack of physical presence is strong and making me weak, we can endure
10.
Farmer Dix 04:14
They say it’s the adventure, the planning and the effort That’s the real gold, not the many handfuls of the treasure I think about that mantra when I’m planting all my peppers Up in January prepping like there’ll be a famine in September Mapping out the plot of land, measure the geometry Designating space for the broccoli and fava beans Tilling up the freezing earth, mixing hay and chicken shit Then hit the inner grow lights to start the chards and spinaches Snow out in the backyard, sprouts up in laundry room I mist them in the morning, even pep ‘em with a talking to Like “you’s a tiny spring seed, but someday you’ll be autumn food Cooking on the barbeque or swimming in the brothy soup” And when the fertile world melts, I head into the sanctum Ho in hand, pulling weeds, that stretch across the haven Swing and chop, rip and yank, covered in the sweat and grime Spreading like strawberry vines to clear the spot and catch the shine Yeah, you gotta get your knees muddy And you can’t keep your hands clean If you gonna have them greens coming If you gonna do the damn thing I Said I was in a hard place I was buried neath a dirt pile But I found the light in dark days Pushed up through the ground bearing fruit The wait is worthwhile A farmer’s job is never done, no seconds to be negligent I turn my head and then I’m overwhelmed with pests and pestilence But when it happens, take a breath, take a moment, take a day Then work until the body feels them satisfying aches and pains Knowing that the product and the fruits of all the labors Won’t be fully realized until a season later When I can, I run the act across our half an acre Digging up and digging down until I strike the paydirt Now there’s lettuce for the salad, so much green, oh my God Look at that, a bowl of sugar snap peas in a pod Got some garlic on a tarp, drying deep in the garage I ring the “come and get it” bell, we be feeding the squad Me and wifey in the kitchen, we be canning jalapenos Making pasta sauce and relish we can share with all our peoples And to pull out of the cupboard when we’re hiding from the winter wind Sitting round a dinner table, waiting to begin again If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s some things just wanna grow We got voluntary sunflowers hanging in the onion rows Tomatoes in the compost, leeks in the wood chips A corner overrun by creeping blackberry bushes Give it time and water, some nutrients, and space and air With people, add some love and offer up a plate to share To you and yours, from me and mine, at your service Farmer Dix I put my muscles, spirit, stomach, mind and blood and heart in this
11.
Started off shin high, now we're waist deep, might end up over my head Along for this ride, wherever it takes me, I'd still do it again Skip the tolls and hit the shunpike, then turn onto the back road The Firs touch the sunlight and spread goliath shadows Attachments coming untied, loosened from fiascos Identifying fungi in the meadow of the black wolf Weary of a bigger beast than me showing face and tooth But you ain’t even sweating it, stay on that intrepid tip We shake and move plodding through the reeds with our sloshing feet Center of the universe, my model is like Ptolemy’s We’ll stop after the next turn, maybe the turn after that Travel cross the land through assorted habitats The shores of Maine, Alaskan wild, mountain region caves Someday I’ll get my shit in line so we can leave the states I dip my toes in frigid water, add the name into my notes Providing little detours for all the places that we go Mississippi, Salt Lakes, I wanna get the seven seas And every ocean in this world, feel the waves against my feet We find a refuge and walk along the wetland marsh You recognize the birds by their songs and special marks I’ve always been amazed at the tiny things you notice A bit of beauty in a spot where I would never focus Sometimes you understandably get angry at the humans For all the careless ways we tend to leave the world in ruins You said you wished the planet was more like Yellowstone Where any disrespect reduces folks until their skull and bones Homeward bound, Turn around, we’ve lost the path ahead Call it off, just for now, we’ll be back again To shift between the wonders of the micro and the macro Standing in the meadow of the black wolf

about

So many of my past albums have been reflections of monumental occasions and experiences in my life. Some of those experiences were full of joy and excitement; some were full of heartbreak and a desire to drastically improve myself.

I was trying to figure out who I was on Edifice (Hives Inquiry Squad)
I was missing a girl, moving across the country, and being self-destructive on Gills and a Helmet (Jellyfish Brigade).
I was falling in love and mourning the death of my best friend on Diving Lessons (Jellyfish Brigade).
I was heartbroken and recovering from cancer on We’ve All Got Baggage by Now (Lukulele Slim).
I was trying to put the pieces of my life back together on Underwrought (Re)Works (Shut-ins and the Colony).
I was reminiscing on all the different events of my life in the My, How Time Flies projects (BCxLD).

It’s easy to write about what you need to do become a full person who is healthy and happy, or rather, it’s easy to write about how your decisions and actions are detrimental to your well-being. It’s inspiring to recognize your flaws, faults, and shortcomings, and then triumphantly proclaim the many ways you’ll attempt to remedy your self and situation.

Fortunately for me, I’ve made all those changes over the last 4-5 years. Because of those changes, I think I’ve finally cultivated my life philosophies, and I’m able to act every day based on those ideals that I hold. I’ve gotten married. We bought a house. I’ve been teaching at the same school for almost a decade and feeling incredibly fulfilled from the work we’ve accomplished. I ride my bike. I go for runs. I hoop. I garden and take care of our chickens. My wife and I go on adventures in search of birds and bodies of water. In all honesty, my shit is pretty damn together at the moment. Not saying I don’t have some things I still need to work on, but I’m about as happy and stable as I’ve ever been.

There’s a line on this record that goes, “Same track, different lap” that really encapsulates a good portion of the topics and themes of the songs. I’ve found my path, and I’m trekking it, and sometimes it seems like I’m just doing the same thing over and over again, which I am, but I’m getting incrementally a little bit better and further ahead every time I do something.

And with all of this, I’m grateful for my current standing in life, and I’m angry at politicians, and I’m worried about the natural world, and I’m thankful for my peoples, and I want to take some of our good fortune and lend that good fortune along with a helping hand to folks who need it.

So here’s To You and Yours from Me and Mine. I hope you enjoy, and I hope if you need anything, you don’t hesitate to ask.

Love.
LD aka Claud Six

credits

released October 11, 2019

All songs written by Claud Six except where noted.
Produced, recorded, and mixed by Claud Six.
Mastered by Smoke M2D6

Ellie Oakes plays guitar on Farmer Dix.
Alex Toast plays guitar on Black Wolf Meadow.

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Claud Six Portland, Oregon

Average Rapper/ Mediocre Producer from Wisconsin living in Oregon making songs about how the supernatural is normal and the ordinary is magical.

Member of Jellyfish Brigade, Hives Inquiry Squad, Shut-ins and the Colony, Lukulele Slim, R4PC4MP, and BCxLD.
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