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The Lawnmower EP

by Chris Cape

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1.
Lawnmower 04:02
I’m making noise like a lawnmower spit ‘til the dam(n) flood, maybe call Noah write ‘til I drop dead ‘til I roll over roll over Beethoven it's a tall order but I got Dutch in my veins so maybe I can do it I munch through the pain ‘til it tastes good, chew it like Chewbacca chewing a shoe sucker leather, no tougher than this but my teeth glide through it like butter melting on a hot day Adam made out of the clay so that he would play music and pray to the glory of God tell the story of God pop music, a rod to point the way for the mob who are lost on the atlas mapless, no tactics these little rats is cogs in the ratchet am I no different? wasting my sibilance? Lord help me make that better music of deliverance Lawnmower. no millions to my name no minions to my aid the mission stays the same to decorate the page commemorate the rage from the years that I slaved for nothing, so it seems will I ever get paid? for all the art that I create sufficient for the time it takes religiously I allocate hope when it's in short supply to dreaming of the day I rise to work without the hows or whys no need for any alibis no shame remains in giving time it’s all I have to give in giving it to this, I live the genie knows my only wish is to breakout free from all this ish breakthrough! Lord I pray right now I pray for me and all crowd Lord knows I love the crowd everybody move your spirit as you sing it loud let the heavens open, look up as you’re kneeling down and maybe you can see it with him, peeping through the clouds either way, I'll see you around Lawnmower.
2.
give me love, I won't bring trouble when you crush my spirit, I double my rate in trying to make this bubble to keep me safe from the words you mumble all they do is hurt and stumble until my stomach it starts to rumble, not from the hunger but the stress and struggle don't bring my mind and my heart to rubble maybe next time I won't keep it so humble I’ll make it in the wilderness, george of the jungle I’ll make it in the lions' den, and even the fire, then when you try to make me bow again, I won't be cowering 'cause I'm back on solid ground again oh yeah yeah yeah he back around again quit frowning maybe being me isn't being he I’ll say it louder then you push me right to the floor in my own home but I'm looking ahead as I crawl no matter what my ratter tatter makes you gather about my motives or my manner, you can put your findings on a banner I got work to do, I am the track slammer let me get back onto it, time for me to beat the batter I could beat the badder muso in a second, flatter myself writing a radder verse about the talent ladder I've climbed it at a half step at a time, and all I hear when you whine is jabber jabber jabber jabber... can’t trust a jabber from a liar like Jabba the Hut and few big hairy men got the balls to truly be nuts and you don’t carry them, sorry but the door is shut locked from the inside, this is something you can’t touch can’t rub a genie lamp to make you a genius I’m taking passion from my previous failure while weaving this mischievous rhyme bitter as lemon, sweet as fudge...Cornelius I'mma be me, mean me, no concealing it you push me right to the floor in my own home but I'm looking ahead as I crawl no matter what I do it won’t be right for you so I’m gon' see this through ‘cause life is what I choose no matter what I do... give me love, I won't bring trouble... give me love, I won't bring trouble when you crush my spirit, I double my rate in trying to make this bubble
3.
I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do and time moves faster now than ever before but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become open fire, the bullets I spray bring life to the grave and reshape the hardest clay it's hard to say, I'm some kind of a preacher but even if I reach a person out of a hundred, I'm satisfied, and glad to meet 'ya could it be the purpose for life, to speak words that ignite love in all people alive? as just one firefly in a million lights, we gotta a lot to get through so everybody gotta nibble and bite dribble and strike fight for the meek with a might fierce as an eagle in flight climb up the steeple tonight the view so regal, a sprite lit like a flame in the sky get out the string and the kite and let it freely alight until the tears wet the eyes that have been swollen but dry breathing the smoke from the pipe they're blowing rings to entice the core of the person into thinking maybe they don't deserve to be living and breathing, and acting with freedom of mind I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do and time moves faster now than ever before but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become it's taken me a little longer, longer than it should have I wish I could do it all again, I wish I could have done it first time with the benefit of hindsight I never would have carried all my gear that night I never would have doubted super powers, powers on the mic powers give a superhero power for hours to fight cowering at my towering height, it's flowering time bees circling the trees at the knees, devouring mine swollen, thinking is it all worth it? I can't smell the roses no I don't deserve this I deserve the cheddar but I don't like the taste of diary I guess that's fairly scary to parents who are trying to carry the weight of a son who lost his life to music in a world where it's not a currency of monetary uses am I living too close to the nooses? maybe winners are the losers, but who chooses? I don’t know what to say or do, I don’t know... I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do and time moves faster now than ever before but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become credits
4.
when I was a young man I found nothing better, than that sweet taste of victory when working on the letters the notes of the chords bring me riches I could never afford transforming digits of my hands into jewels I adorn picture the pictures between the lines of the scriptures written on walls, corridors for saints and sinners I've been up, down, around and soon as she gone I miss her nothing like the melody for mending madness in the mirror, no I will never stop until that moment I’m a Lazarus for the second time he died, much more than a paralysis if music is the medicine, please tell me where the magic is tell me where the magic is? tell me, do you have it? is Chris the man to bring it back? Messiah of that rock and rap defending us when clones attack with weapons firing ratatatatat rising from the ashes I’m always able to bring it back stay on track, ‘cause my friends are keeping contact far far from here in joy or tears no matter what life brings I love my people the most even if it’s been years through my dreams and fears you always got me, keeping me close no matter what life brings I know I’m gonna sing about it yeah I’ll sing it for you (and you) and if the sun don’t shine today, or never again it’s cool ‘cause I know just what you’d tell me to do I’m on a mission to make cash with the Casio never stopping, no never faking I bash with a brutal flow, turning bricks to rubble as ancient fortress cave in a slave when engravings bring the days end before any sleeping beauties get the chance to be awakened, I’m saving the moments in a memory stack, for the future of many ‘cause any attack from enemy ranks, aliens, demons and corporate banks could never rid me of the love to make music and rap alive by the grace of the Lord of the boom bap try to flood pipes, giving new life some meaning and purpose to old taps ‘cause they’ve been running for years, while I’ve been writing through hopes and fears but a moment with one of my peers and in a matter of seconds it clear we were meant to stick together even if in spirit while we’re living in places with different weather far far from here... that’s how the story goes two friends who found a home in Cape Town making no doe at all on flows but still we're making gold and tearing up the shows far far from here...

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The bulk of this album was written and recorded in Cape Town with Robsco, and we finished it up while in London and Mexico City.

For me, the EP is a time capsule both lyrically and musically, representing a specific time spent in Cape Town. During this time, my friend Robsco was a sounding board for me as I discussed certain issues with him, and the music mostly flowed as a result of these discussions while jamming, without actually expecting to form an EP or create any complete tracks at all. What we have ended up with is a musical portrayal of thoughts and experiences of life at the time. The lyrics tackle the issues I was working through and resolve themselves with "Love My People".

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Chris Cape London, UK

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