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Observations by MAGALI CHARRON, I'm a French Canadian (N-B is what i'm reppin) who lives in Brooklyn and travels from time to time. $$welcome to iPhone 3g photography$$ Ask me Stuff!

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A stolen car peels out of a suburban driveway.  Flowers are blooming, there’s sap oozing out of the trees, and spring is in the air.  You’re a teenager and you just made it off with the girl, the car, and a suitcase full of money.  You’re on top of the world.

“Cindy + Me” is my attempt at living this adolescent dream.  It’s an outlaw love song, based around a sample I took from synthesizer-pioneer Raymond Scott’s “Cindy Electronium.”  

In the song, I’m a crazed teenager in love, running away from home with the girl and some twisted view of the future.  We’ve got her father tied up in the house, a smoldering corpse, we’ve got the cash, “We’re living on top of the world,” and we’re going to get away with it.  

The words almost wrote themselves.  I guess I’d been carrying them with me all along.  The music was equally intuitive.  I cut out the pieces I loved from Raymond’s original and slowed it down to hip-hop tempo.  The result was so inspiring that I had the rest of the track within a couple of hours. 

Shouts out to Stereogum for the premiere.

Lets runaway together ???!!!!!

Ursula Kearns

I can’t see from here all the grateful futures

I can’t see all the worried pasts

I can’t feel the breath of others

choosing to walk on past.

Don’t worry old lady, I’ll find you for you

I am of your kind under this astral roof,

Our paths are together, tied by Parker street

where I found you, young soul, of a baby really

trusting the next step was the right.

Heavy lashes part 2

She carries the night

the sound of the forest in the night

like the constant fragile thump

of a fetus’s claim through the womb

thick organic walls

absorbing the beat

of a faint heart.

Heavy Lashes

Together in the night

the lights had courage

brought all of their colors out.

Living light,

with heavy lashes,

The night invites us all

for a special toast, 

to a private summoning.

Collect what it was you wanted to say,

it comes out clear in the night,

no distractions at play.

All words suspended, 

held by the dark pillow of her stare.

Lashes heavy,

she brought you to,

the land of secrets.

Everything feels cool and inviting.

Whispers are heard brightly. 

The wind carries delicate perfumes,

now unencumbered by sight

Blinded by shadows,

you hear their might .

Heavy lashes

King Sun

Bother the sun with your glance 

No one stands up to it

The bright morning, cold and welcome

The promise of a fair dance.

Clean the water from the river

No one questions its innocence

The air breaths deep in our lungs

But leaves us hanging in the end. 

Anonymous asked: Hi How are you? -jimmie shotgun

Feeling like a frog . How are you???

Anonymous asked: I was in Denver on Thursday and you guys were so amazing!

thank you anonymous!

BIG GIRL

I’m a big girl now 

fresh out of the water

clean clear slate like a fish

wide eyed , i know whats up.

no need to lie, I’ll tell ya

come here, I’ll squeeze ya

and tell you about my twenties.

Thirsty

I am the sound of the bell ringing

Trying to be heard in a melodious sound

The hills roll their eyes to melancholic girls’

Prematurely wishing for romanticized lives.

Cup your hands in the shape of a bowl

Collect the water from the sky.

Do you ever realize you are only thirsty?