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Forgotten Forever

by Ceschi

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Rek760
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Rek760 this album has so much diversity. also the whole album is amazing. Favorite track: The Hill.
ConstantMalachi13
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ConstantMalachi13 I'm so happy I joined the Fourager's Club to be able to hear all of these amazing, mostly unreleased songs. The album does have so much diversity, but I gotta say that Death Cake is my favorite Favorite track: Death Cake.
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cmartinbaughman This album has some serious bangers! If you love intelligent lyrics and beats that drag you by the ear into another world, you'll dig it hard. Favorite track: Never Write A Song About You.
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miguelonthenet This album is full of surprises, so glad to have it in an official way and with such a better quality.
Many good songs, favourite one might be weather person
Love the feat with MM too
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1.
What a simple life this is easy arithmetic plus and minus people go and people come that quick and not to down play every single minute that has changed - I miss those every day. The friendships, the family, the fallen famous, the follies, forever You can't wash off scars and stains can last forever even if you don't see them they can still be there Hiding under what's visible to the eye they're sunken beneath the flesh living in between assumptions 'bout life and death though a human cannot comprehend its existence As long as I'm still breathing I'll be thankful for what I've learned and I hope they know that I never wanted friendships to end and I hope they know that I'll respect them 'til the very end 'til the fucking maggots make mazes inside of my head I know You can't wash off scars and stains can last forever even if you don't see them they can still be there hiding under.
2.
When I wake up in the morning I'ma take a little minute to reflect over the constant madness. In the beginning there will never be any luxury we're struggling 'til the moment that we all have this system in the palm of our hands I was born to be a working man with these calluses covering every single fingertip never wanted to be rich never wanted a beamer or twenty bitches on my dick just music, truth and movement just wanna live outside of the box and do this for a living I'ma kill it every time that I get up on the mic Anonymous Inc. shines brighter than a tight fist in the sunlight we combine to combat the finite whatever sparks in the mind of a child can be the most incredible vision demonstrated for miles we fought one million battles lost limbs and friends on the way this art is war in the end though I don't really give a damn what they say they think i'm playing around but this shit aint fun or games it's my life and i'll do it 'til the end of it real recognize real fuck all the venomous we fought one million battles lost limbs and friends on the way this art is war in the end though I don't really give a damn what they say individuals chewing away at little pieces of my creativity record labels were killing me so I started doing it for myself by myself now nobody can tell me what I should be or shouldn't be should've been could've been would've been but you never really kept any promises now I'm gonna go and get it done gonna make it for the love get the fuck out of my way run! we fought one million battles lost limbs and friends on the way this art is war in the end though I don't really give a damn what they say
3.
I will never make a dance song But you could dance to anything Even the silence that my words bring Drop it like the apocalypse is burning our city down Because the apocalypse is happening right now we don't need no fucking candles this is a vigil for everyone and the candles are these fiery towers surrounding us get low in this hell hole wanted to die like a god damn king on a throne but i'll die alone (moans) All I wanna write's a song to sing to bring back the dead and fix everything until that day i'll remain a complete failure failure yeah oh i've stopped writing love songs but you can call em what you want you could say every song i sing's a love song like Crass thought you could argue that every one of these songs means "fuck the cops" it probably does but these words were actually written by all of us and as i belt this bloody prose from the bottom of my guts i can feel the stomach acid swimming up to the top of my throat and I think that I know that this bitter taste is in fact just my last bit of hope. I'm so broke broken with the smoke from burnt buildings choking me totally corroding my innards so slowly. (woe is me) will i fall to the bottom of the ocean buried in moss? oh will i rise up to the high heavenly top only to jump off? even if I wanted to be cream of the crop this work will be tossed and lost with books and dreams in the heat of flames underneath the rubble of a final devastating holocaust nobody's Boss and no one's mine 'til the day i die any motherfucker that'll want to come and try come find me I'ma keep this pride my sleeves are rolled up working every minute for the Fake Four throw it up sho nuff thought I told y'all that ive been affiliated with some motherfuckers that can make a building blow up these lips are sewn up we're watching statues crumble down as our heroes lose and the kids just wanna fuck and drink more booze not hear bad news no i'll never make a dance song for their funeral that is unless you think that this is one. All I wanna write's a song to sing to bring back the dead and fix everything until that day i'll remain a complete failure failure
4.
Ceschi : As Long as I breath I'll work until the end This job isn't over 'til the day I'm dead I know what I need and I know I'ma get it every sacrifice made never regretted No boss will tell me what to do But I'll work these fucking 9 fingers to the bone or at least to black and blue There was a moment in time when I swear I could taste the end of my life When the aches and pains of desperate days were too much for my mind But I just kept on walking Head straight Beard grown Talking Like this world and people could actually change for the better Before I hit the coffin Often Found myself lost in Awful topics Seeking knowledge But these cops is Trying to stop it But I know what I want And I know I'ma get it before i leave this planet Damnit I'ma stand up to the mammoth Like I'm made of granite Trampled under the hooves of one hundred animals Ill raise my fist And fight for goals No matter how intangible Ill Stand alone or with my pack Against these Foes The plan is slow But I'll be back And Ill still grow So Strangle me Tangle me in my failures & crimes But i won't listen I'm Brian Wilson Wasn't made for these times Baracuda: The working man's dream that bled to the last drop a furnished mirage where the surface is of that sort it looks pretty in the commercial but internally suffers work your life away for nothing more than a stab at the bubble belief systems from a ghost that writes the paychecks I'm only human just a service for the faithless Clock in for that day shift I'm boxing with Satan who the fuck is he anyways I've never seen his face kid he likes to scream when I'm safe I know what I want but still somehow hesitate these wings they wont levitate/ expired like my resume desire for a better place state of mind meditate low key heavens gate hell on earth makes a death look comfortable forgot to bleed and I guess that's wonderful I make it easy for the world and its fate even god has a job and he shows up late. NGAFSH: (1,2) You sleep 'til the afternoon that NGAFSH up at 5:30 on the bus stop at 6:10 you don't know shit about grown men 6:20 I pull out the pen back in the underwater world again 6:50 I transfer all the while looking for answers What I want / What I gotta is 2 different things no silver spoons no gold rings no chandelier hanging in the living room no money from the sky floating I toe the line  yet I'm on the grind  I got no time to be confined try to redefine, redesign before I resign no time to unwind When it twists like twine when death is your deadline Don't know about you - I'm gonna get mine You can relax You can recline I'm up early with the little birdies and the crickets chirping working I'm one of them niggas that's gonna be something for certain 'fore it's curtains Still the earth spins Life goes on Got a purpose with every song From Leimert shit so….uh….How could I go wrong? with a style I cloned on my own as a stepping stone up with a morning yawn yeah I know what I want it's on!
5.
Set In Stone 03:43
what's set in stone crumbles apart along with bone and all the art we'll know. although we try to stay the same we'll shrink and grow and change our ways someday a day will come when all these fragments of memory that we've gathered over the years will dissipate into air along with those we love and fear (skip along,skip, ill skip along) i have an aunt who wants her ashes to be blown into the faces of her enemies but my only wish is to die without enemies (skip along, skip, ill skip along) You once believed in every form of illusion that could possibly be from magic beans to morphing into new beings but time took its toll on imagination and soul Now you're old and are slowly forgetting everything you were told and you can't even stare into a child's eye without feeling guilt overtake you as if you committed a crime. it's just the cycle of life they told you in school as carnivores chewed away at balls of skin and hooves on the projector screen...crackling in the black while whispers and laughter covered the classroom in a mask of insecurity burning its diagrams into baby gray brains that never accepted the past. we've all grown fast and grown apart as life has flashed by like a spark 1, 2 (so simple sweet, simple sweet, the complete cycle of survival is a brutal beast) 10 years ago we would have guessed that changes would be for the best but now (nostalgia eats away at us gnawing at every vital organ making us fiend a comeback or a re-run) To the Golden Gate jumpers to romantics writing dead poetry to the nostalgic inventors designing their time machines (skip along, skip, ill skip along) to the my pet monsters hiding in closets and under bed spreads waiting for a time when they'll see the light of day again (skip along, skip ill skip along) surgery never quite hides age and hair dye never quite hides grays like it claims God no longer speaks in your tongue like he used to when you were young what a shame. So will we ever come to terms with the fact that we're just herds of animals feasting on other smaller animals eating each other we're cannibals that are laughing at one another's follies laughing at people falling like some god awful physical comedy is it the ominous that puts in straight lines? is it fear for our lives that makes us not want to waste time and stay kind for the seconds we have on this planet god damnit the fact is that we'll never truly understand it what's set in stone crumbles apart along with bone and all the art we'll know. although we'll try to stay the same we'll shrink and grow and change our ways someday
6.
Death Cake 03:20
before you die make sure to bake a death cake and celebrate the end of waste with your barbarian friends in their yellowing birthday suits crack open a dinosaur piñata and pass out goodie bags of nose candy don't forget to put a bucket near your bed just in case the grim reaper forgets to take you out that night don't even try to put up a fight pin the tail on the donkey and shut the fuck up before you die make sure to bake a death cake it's my death day and i'll cry if I want to put my ashes in a huge pixie stick and make my girlfriend snort the whole thing mix the rest with gun powder put it bullets and shoot my critics in the face so they can finally feel me I don't give a fuck I want the last laugh sample my chuckles throw them on a laugh track don't toss me into the ocean or in the sky if I wanted to swim or fly I'd try harder to survive
7.
i wish your body wasn't fragile i wish it wasn't made of glass i wish that our syncopated motions could be cast in bronze like those beautiful baby boots mother put pennies in pretty penny piggy banks pumpernickel purple veins that tasted temporary heavens for so many days I've seen the pawn shop walls covered in your memories old guitars from your first grunge band and I'm only man I figured that out after jumping off of buildings and wings didn't sprout tasted concrete slabs sweeter than you even when the blood mixed in and turned my tongue beet red i've seen cardboard boxes harder than you and i've seen plenty of clouds harder than you i've seen public bathrooms cleaner than you and i've seen soles of shoes cleaner than you so many scallywags and pussy hounds waltzing around through these north east mill towns all the horse betters horse owners and horse shooters horny in their absolute lives of users abusers that all live on a sunken ship it's not a "yellow submarine" or "moby dick" and we're totally total content in our absence sipping absinthe from a burning bottle in Detroit super hero rappers can save your life but only when you're lucky only on accident this could have been a major motion picture frame but wallowing in sorrow is so fucking lame at this age terrible twos the neighborhood dogs all humped and licked your bloody wounds piñatas full of glass pipes and needles the class of 1999 underachiever ive seen cardboard boxes harder than you and i've seen plenty of clouds harder than you i've seen rotten corpses prettier than you and I've seen burn victims prettier than you this could have been heavenly this could have been walt disney this could have been cotton candy sugar coated girl breath this could have been this could have been something surreal this could have been heavenly this could have been walt disney this could have been cotton candy sugar coated girl breath this could have been this could have been something surreal but all the Italian import shops are closing and all the pornographic movie theaters are boarded up and all the teenyboppers are hatching their kids and all the bocci ball players are moving to Florida and all the seagulls are sick of the same old wheat bread and all the pharmacies are inundated with fake scripts this is Connecticut grayer than a mutt on a leash cloudy skies forecast of 30 degrees "fix me a sangwich" "buy me a drink" ponder and think thought of it quick and never even thought of a thing God's on a string dangling for the walking dead hoping that he'll pop his head out of the clouds and talk to them Tupac said he would rise again and that his silhouette would appear on a wall in Berlin but that wall's gone and so is he let 'em both rest in peace live from CT. ive seen cardboard boxes harder than you and i've seen plenty of clouds harder than you ive seen many glaciers warmer than you and i've seen frozen embryos warmer than you
8.
Mike Mictlan : i wont follow trends and models hollow heads or bottled feelings i don't envy friends with ends and prolly never will stop rapping i can't see myself in mirrors i can call it like i see it i just keep my eyes on prizes sizing up my plate and eating i can move a crowd no problem i can sell a thousand albums i can do that in my sleep while you're sleeping I'm on tour i don’t have to holler i can hold a conversation i start trippin bout my daughter every time I get wasted i ain't got it like you got it my pockets are fulla holes my wallet is growing thinner the dollars won't even hold i don't get it in i push it harder got it in and push the dagger yin or yang wang on em like (dang) And I been wrong than a mothafucka Been strong as a mothafucka Soon as I fall down get up and wipe the blood off this ugly little Mug of mine it ain’t pretty But gotdamn I been faced with a time & place I ain't bout to bop the diddy.  hook by Mike / Ceschi : Yo What the hell is a sell out ? What the shit? I'm tryna sell out a show in your town and get the fuck out  Oh yeahh And what I am is all about being true to myself saying what I want to say beyond the bullshit and doubt Yo What the hell is a sell out ? no one gave me a thing it's been a minute on the road better kill me to quit With the venom in my mouth What it izz It's something like a big bad wolf coming for you pigs Ceschi: Just cuz I don't do this job at a desk With Regular hours I'm still demanding your respect Only wear a suit and tie to weddings and funerals Still Working harder than a doozer for this fucking music though I don't even need a 6 figure pay check Just give us a minute And listen to me and my friends Seen crack cookies cooking I was 14 Seen the fucking money and sexual fantasies Could have bought a couple of houses with that green Don't mean I gotta talk about it every time I sing temporary frills that America cherishes don't mean shit to us So they try make us uncool or label us cultural terrorists There it is So Hang us like heretics cuz your scared of us Tearing this system down to its Barren bits bury us, But these words live on above the dirt not gonna stop even though my bones hurt hook by Mike / Ceschi : Yo What the hell is a sell out ? What the shit? I'm tryna sell out a show in your town and get the fuck out  Oh yeahh And what I am is all about being true to myself saying what I want to say beyond the bullshit and doubt Yo What the hell is a sell out ? no one gave me a thing it's been a minute on the road better kill me to quit With the venom in my mouth What it izz It's something like a big bad wolf coming for you pigs Ceschi: Nonstop Non pop Anti boss Self taught And  i wont stop Til the bomb drops Put em up Hard knock Body rock Nothing can tame me This world can barely contain me and Mike Mictlan: "Baby Youuuu better work it out" Rap is a Terrordome 1 man in - put em up 1 man out Bust a deal, & face the wheel Get em up Hand to mouth And I watch the strongest lose While I watch the weakest win Gotta Muthafucka payin dues While I peep em sneak em in Whut am I supposed to do? Ceschi: Should I sell myself to the highest bidder? Never hiding I'm striving to defy all strife Man I'll be grinding Its Simple Mike Mictlan: Better watch the birdie fool Bet I break a minute clockin But I bring the sweat and flashin  What it izz what tha fuck you lackin Passion passion mashin  On any and everything  Ceschi: When I'm smashing these fascists it'll be all action no relaxing when I'm rapping Mike Mictlan: With a head fulla heart get em And a mouth fulla brains gotcha What I gotta give  Ceschi: Gonna be an incredible thing Final fight Put em in the ring
9.
I want to hold a stranger's hand and grip it 'til it bleeds as they're screaming i'll understand what power truly means faces are beautiful when they turn blue and rip to tiny shreds in front of you just let me crawl back in your hole for one minute so I can drop my eggs in your stomach pretty pretty baby try not to mind me gentle angel baby cross those eyes to sleep
10.
Busdriver: I've been a centrifuge for inner tubes of blood samples pinching the mother countries love handles scraping knees on baby teeth of the pious all their bodies dumped at sea for being defiant (they caress their fins their names in the wind we'll be one within) raise your hand lace the thread for our flag we're going in our broken skins just a ruptured bag we co-defend against the whim of the cloaked and mad sharpened spear heads even though we're near dead we flee their labs (caress our wings held in a sling we'll be one within) bitter peeps litter streets with legislation between the politics my empathy's bottomless and my head is aching who am I but a cog in competing viewpoints but if I spread these wings I'll have a new voice (caress our wings held in a sling we'll be one within) Child Actor (chorus) : When It's all been said and done at least we'll say we learned from the masters we always knew that we could be like them forgotten gone forever Onry Ozzborn: This mother load is too much to bare for some nobody wanna be a God and run the oceans and the sunsets the animals and tulips those other animals that we call humans influenced by lucid Ceschi: dreaming of futures and beauty even when tragedy's looming over head confronting doom and moving Onry Ozzborn: elusive demons as companions walking along the cobblestone beside you hand in hand and sharing a pair of eyes also the legs and brain siamese are the wise identical same pain explanation not known Ceschi: long gone all of us sang these songs that'll be tossed into the fog forgotten fall Onry Ozzborn: nor understood but still sane tower of Babylon communicate block away we pigeons on a balcony fighting for spare change rearranging our lives a shuffled tarot card game Ceschi: what a fucking shame that all that we're fighting for's falling in a pit or a violent storm but we'll never quit we've been Onry Ozzborn: close to the end but no beginning coming close offer a sacrifice to those who don't want to approach ask and you may receive everything that you need oil lamps for a steed that you about to ride in on proceed Max Heath & Sedgie Ogilvy (chorus) : When It's all been said and done at least we'll say we learned from the masters we always knew that we could be like them forgotten gone forever
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Ceschi: Sometimes we must forget Sometimes we must forget Or else we'll cover each other in the rubble of history defeating the reason behind moving on beyond whatever all the past taught us forever leaving us motionless in the same shoes Max Heath: I tried hard to forget Sometimes we can't forget David Ramos: no moving on it never really was an option i couldn't try to believe that nothing happened to me everything presently would have possibly been better but i couldn't remember to surrender my memories Ceschi: Sometimes we must forget Sometimes we must forget Let's try to forget. As much as the past dictates - I never want to stay perpetually petrified in a vegetable state for the rest of my days Max Heath: I tried hard to forget Sometimes we can't forget David Ramos: I couldn't erase, replace the place of your face in my inner mind on top of my shoulders whatever happened it's over the venom has evaporated faded but the pain will never be forgotten
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My Dog 02:24
my dog my beautiful golden dog there will never be a better dog you were meant to be my dog the way you moved your ears and your simplicity the way we lay together and how you looked at me my dog you would never harm anyone it's been quiet without you the house still smells like you do and i know you're around although i don't hear any sound my dog my golden dog
13.
I wonder what the weather person said when he put a 9 millimeter right to his head with a tear in his eye live on channel 5 on that night when the climate didn't follow any lines.... was he calling out God? was he calling out mom? was he calling for the love of his life when they turned off his mic in a minute when they switched over to the anchor woman.... man it could have been a death fest when he shot a bullet right into the front desk but he missed rather quick with the slip of his wrist so he put it in his lips and he hit and the blood and the blood and the blood was too much as it painted the yellowish studio walls with a crimson collage and the screams and the screams and the screams were too loud as they doubled and tripled and sounded like killing of animals and crowds when they finally calmed down there was silence everywhere and corpse on the floor lay completely still but its smell was in the air then janitors came then ambulance came then police and they noticed it was raining outside but the weatherman guaranteed it was gonna be sunny and they hated to laugh but the truth is sometimes rather funny so they chuckled while they carried this mangled man to the mortuary and the graphics department started to make a banner for him which said 1957 to 2000 and four and it was ugly it was boring forgettable it was bullshit it was probably exactly what the weatherman had predicted. I wonder what the weather person said when he put a 9 millimeter right to his head? and the funeral... closed casket... with an etched weather vain on the tombstone "oh my GOD!!!!!" cried the widow in a black vail looking like she wasn't gonna make it through the ceremony GOD muttered the priest.. rest in peace... the deceased was once good but he committed a sin... the kids yawned in the midst of their mother's suffering sobs they knew about death it's exactly what happened to their puppy dog but their daddy went to heaven or did he? or was he down with the devil? was daddy in limbo with the rest of the babies that mommy aborted? don't worry kids daddy's on a cloud with santa claus and barney and dumbo and blue's clues and a pokemon... daddy's on tivo... and daddy's inside of your heart and your soul no daddy's not evil it was an accident they were told.... wonder what the weather person said?
14.
The Hill 02:42
There are no roller coasters in the place where you will be. There are no merry go rounds, no ferris wheels nor pretty pink cotton candy Over the hill there'll be no friends Over the hill our stories end There is no way around it There are no safe detours and you'll know when you've found it because the silence there will ring forever more some will arrive crying others will arrive calm but most will arrive trying to return right back where they just came from Over the hill there'll be no friends Over the hill our stories end Oh God God help me believe you exist help me believe in more than this over the hill.
15.
we'll capsize soon enough my dear there's nothing here that can save us our heroes all drank cyanide laced grape kool aid and melted away minutes before the bastards could hear our screams; those harmonies composed of throat noises and spattered saliva sound like Harry Partch outtakes from a bad day when the sun didn't quite shine on California as we expected it to. and I promised myself that I'd never write a single word about you but I have so I hope this song is bad and I hope that no one likes it because if they do they may just like you too no it's not your fault it's mine I realized I loved you much more when I couldn't see you or talk to you on the phone aside from those sweet sweat moments of ecstasy we had problems of our own so I promised myself that I'd never I'd never shed a single tear drop for you because I have shed so many in the past that my tear ducts are as still as botox victims in the eyes of hurricanes ok so I promised myself that I'd never, i'd never sing a fucking song about you but I have so I guess I'm a liar hope this sticks to your small throat like rock candy on a dry midwest summer day ok i'll never write a song about you.

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Forgotten Forever is an album that was only released as 100 vinyl copies with original hand made covers by

Annamaria Kiss
Claire Durand
Albane / DyN & Forest Loomb
Davey “Dreadnot” Kaminski
Rick Stec
Katya
James "Thesis" Kirkpatrick
Matt Feyld
Serafima
Danielle Burren
a_Ronious


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Contrary to possible first impressions, the title "Forgotten Forever" is not just my attempt at some type of goth poeticism or just another self defeating "Ceschi-ism". Simply explained, aside from 3 brand new songs, a large majority of the songs on this album would have been forgotten and lost within my ever-growing catalog of unreleased material if this project never existed. I can count at least 5 songs on this album that were initially created 10 years ago or longer. This project has now given me a good reason to go back and revisit these songs and obsess over which songs, once forgotten, should be given new lives.
Thank you to Tiago at Cooler Than Cucumbers, all of my artistic collaborators & all of my supporters for caring enough about my music to take these sounds out of premature retirement.

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released January 1, 2022

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