NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL WILL RUN FROM JUNE UNTIL THE END OF OCTOBER.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. THE MUSIC FEATURED IN THIS EPISODE -[THROUGH THE TUNNEL]- SEEDS OF NATURE & ZONE OUT ARE FROM SFRBEATS.COM
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THROUGH THE TUNNEL [00:22-02:15]

I'm up to my liver
With shiver
You figure
I fill up
A river
And hide behind winter
Freeze flow
As far as dreams could go
We not even so
On a need to know
You won't even know
What freedom hold
My grip failed me
I want healthy
A good set of lungs
And knees that even up
My needs don't need enough
The tea that's in my cup
Might go and keep me up
If not that then stress
If not that then eh
Or meh
I meant
To do better by me
Why we
Fall victim
To a choice of living
Of our own picking
Pick up pickets
Pick up fruit
Pick on victims
Pick out cool
Mirrored shades
And heathen ways
Ease the day
Easter may
Have come and gone
I got my eggs in one basket
This world moves on
Task it
With the weight of all my wants
Come to grips
That I won't get
All I wanted
Columbia provided my initial sights
On life
Maa Pop in thirties
My numbers now
Those screams use to hurt me
I'm not far from that child
Do we ever really change
Or do CHANGE change
Or do short change affect the long range
I penny pinch
Over time spent
Its gotta go and it will
What you think? time hold still
Jittery
Mixed breed
I hoped you could hear me
My brother in a cocoon of gods blessin'
That's maa would tell it
Can't lie I'm jealous
As in then as in now
I play pretend I lie through smiles
But we got us
As in then as in now
We hoped on bus
Rode it all the way to mar vista
Chase
The short escape
Marred by our vistas
Hoping elementary
Had better pictures
For us to fill up
There's 64 crayons in box
How we put eyes to shock
When you give yourself structure
And the world deal you ruptures
You can't hide behind buffers
The covers
Of mother
And father
They go vamoose
Open up truth
Let the ghosts out
The clothes out
A new haunt
Old wants
Go chase it
New demands replace it
Occupied lanes
And peace we don't sustain
I can't give you what I crave
If I can't explain the taste
It just sensations
Off in meditations
Buzz of the phone make you weigh in
Notifications
Someone's on vacation
And I can't get a day in
Running constantly running

THE TRAJECTORY OF SMOKE [02:24-05:11]

Somewhere near the center of the room
Rests an astray
That houses a diminutive roach
From which Smoke
Departs
Looking to be a part
Of newer things
A vibrant community
In the corner
Proves to be a homerun
A Crowd
With Fluctuating mouths
Open and close
And branded clothes
With the smoothest pose
Seems like the place to call home
Red carpet tongues
And fresh virgin lungs
You think that'd be enough
To nest in and lay back
You were the best in a pack
Of 20 twenty, that smoke blind vision
Hats off to ambitions
You replaced the pen in hand
As you laid your plan
When your filters
Faltered
You became the PEN
Out the box
With the youthful souls on lock
You the bop
The new tune
Exhumed
From old time pictures
As you pick up
The new sheen like windex on mirror
That hide behind fear of
Isolation
Pressure
Libations
With the hair up
Ya'll pair well
Take the form of a L
And lift
I can't do it
Blend in with clouds
And immerse with the shroud
Of Sky dwellers
I tell yah
That deepsea isolation
Give birth to an ocean of thought
Only time will tell the battles you fought
Were they worth the navigation
The brightening end
As you loose your height
Might seem dim
But you own the rights
To apetite
Consume
Assume
Your duties
Perform them duly
Lord lord lordy
If I knew you from the time I was a shorty
Then surely
The surly
Being I've become
Would dissipate like chocolate on the tongue
Sweet jesus
What I do about these features
Electric boogaloo
And a battered pack of cools
Nat Sherman
Man
Myself when smoke was the tune
Entrenched in the pull
Bombs bursting
Feel like 1 0 00 1 conversions
Say in bit
Feel like bytes
But the screen
In between
Make it feel alright
Fuel for the light
Charcoal on aluminum
That's what you do with em
Slowly take it in
A...

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SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL WILL RUN FROM JUNE UNTIL THE END OF OCTOBER.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. THE MUSIC FEATURED IN EPISODE 5 THE FOUNDATION IS FROM SFRBEATS.COM

NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST is written & performed by Arvid, 8TATE HYE, & Zaf. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Please leave reviews, subscribe and share this podcast.

Episode 5- ART COLLAGES [00:13-02:13] & AN ASK [02:16-03:25] :

ART COLLAGES

Art collages
Different type of projects
I don't know what I'll get
I juh let tha lord in
If I go through change then
I'll start rearranging
Life from all of my ages
Pull wisdom from those stages
Place it on pages
Use it to find my way in
Art collages
I've been gone too often
Often in my head zone
I can't get this day wrong
Wasting all this day time
I can't seem to save time
All this life around me
Covered in surroundings
Blue light screens
As the day light gleams
And it melt ice cream
But the things I've seen
Are frightening
Art Collages
I cannot offset
The means by which we all get
Life in our pockets
Lately lay down
Concrete in playground
Kids don't stay around
We don't lay around
Off in the movements
That keep us glued in
Tasks at hand though
Where our plans go
Art Collages
Paper mache gardens
Things we pick from screens
To try and live the dream
Distractions distractions
Man ain't nobody laughing
I use to play clown
So I could wear crown
They only stare down
You think you on mound
Even on stilts
You couldn't reach it to hill
Playin to a crowd
Soaking in shrouds
They only hear you you loud
When you voice what they mouth
I could switch styles
And I can go miles
Still be a part of the pile
Rinse it wash it
Art Collages
Peace or knowledge
I could wear garments
But I could not garner
Peace
Peace ×3
Piece
Of a greater installation
I tried to fit my way in
At three thirty I'd a never fit in Huh
Jean's dirty pockets got lint Huh
Stuck with a tint
Make me far from a ten
All I've been in
I ain't made outta tin
The thin
Coating
My youth eroding
This bloating
Imploding
With pain self loathing
I've been goading
The man in the mirror
To go head and cheer up
Sheer love for self
Is empty the well
Wishes gone stale
The viel
Of needing and keeping
Make sure that you fail
Mix peace with deep breathing
Ensure you prevail

AN ASK
Hey guiding light
I know it's not the time
But my day's been dynamite
An I can use your line
Lost my way
Yeah I know
Hate to stay
Can't let go
Put my mind
Gave the time
Towed the lines
Cut these vines
Powered through
All I do
What did I do
Accept the new
Respect the OLD
My head my toes
They bother me
My clothes my shoes won't father me
My chains won't honor me
Every thing I want to be
Versus every thing I ought to be
Honestly
The fear in me
My head on me
My enemy
What I'll never be
Off center me
It do ×3
The restless strolls
My head my toes
I bet I know
The well that holds
MY VISIONS
MY ACTIONS are MY Oppositions
All these Acts that make up livin
I'm More my pop than I Care to mention
All my lows
Oh My Lord
Please don't hold it
Can we throw It
Hope I make it
If I make It
Forgive my statements
I can foster Patience
Patience ×3
I do NOT give peace to hope
Or design to freedom
Where I leave it
Will Chain up freedom
This world Leaves me in awe
I hope I can leave with it all

In observation of American Independence we are offering up an episode which explores the elements that truly make our Nation an independent society; the immigrant story and the story of otherness. Enjoy today's episode we will see you on Friday as usual.

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SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL WILL RUN FROM JUNE UNTIL THE END OF OCTOBER.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. THE MUSIC -RITUAL- FEATURED IN EPISODE 6 IS FROM SFRBEATS.COM

NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST is written & performed by Arvid, 8TATE HYE, & Zaf. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Please leave reviews, subscribe and share this podcast.

COYOTAJE-

I wanna get it for life
I wanna get it chew know
I wanna get it for me
I wanna get it for gold
I wanna get it for time
I wanna get it well find
A love we left on the line
I wanna live in a storm
I wanna know where to go
I wanna channel the mind
I wanna hold on to this home
I wanna let go of the ills
Dont get lost in the bills
I wanna live in forever
I wanna hope that you're better
I wanna pray for the prey
I want our problems at bay
I wanna go through the course
Removing remorse
That's how we sore
I wanna live for it all
I want a dream we can call
I want change in this life
I wanna live for the right
I wanna take all your pain
I wanna give peace to your name
All of these lives they live on
We live it we get in we gone
I can't promise tomorrow
And I can not stop all this sorrow
All of it all of it be
We're just a part of the sea
Your image has given me peace
I have your wisdom with me
TEAR DROPS they're pear shaped
We can't rise if we never wait
I never know
Where the tomorrow goes
But I hope you know
That I'll never forget
Pose for the life
Stay awake for the set
Early early early
Gotta make it for' dawn
Early early early
Go go get you gone
I couldn't have love you
You wouldn't seem to have mind
I put no one above you
I hope you kept that in mind
Back and forth across borders
Orders
Of people
Hands on the wheel steady hoping you get a sequel
The struggle between perceived evil
And need to
But no one else will feed you
And you gotta eat too
Three Four
More
Bellies
Who are you telling
The need to keep on keeping
Is more than enough reason
To stomach spoiled greens
The home is clean
The dishes are done
Another run
You got a moment hun?
Another stupid question
From another man who don't put in effort
I get you
They didn't
Day to day livin'
Don't account for pleasure
The measure
Of SUCCESS
Play out in the number of kids you get to DRESS
And FEED
You do your runs, move in cycles
The men just BLEED
Treat it as fun, they have no right to
They just NEED
Shotgun under the SEAT
Your father at EASE
He get to BREATH
You need to FLEE
This your custom
But he ain't with you through customs
And I know that you love him
Your the little girl he use to snuggle with
Now he needs you to Smuggle shit
Medicine
Cigars
And bottles
Hair in The wind
You need to get far
Put the car in throttle
A rush every time
When you cross any line
But you're a mother
So you do
What you need to
One summer
Take the kids with you
So much for wishful
Thinking
Ears ringing
Heart Sinking
Thinking
Slow thinking
Just thinking
Just do
Ain't nobody else gonna give you food
So you do
Children are on deck
MEAL tickets check
Gah Bless
You through this mess
Anything less
No time for stress
So you move
Keep cool
Do you
Then customs
That cunning
Smile
Got you through the aisles
Before
Keep sure and steady
A few questions you ready
Ok
Anything to claim
No
Alright so
They didn't believe you
You pull to the side give them a chance to
Meet you
They go through the car
See your little stars
See the bottles
You play dumb to get em off you
They congregate
Then confiscate
Then define you
Say how fine
You are
Then fine you
So you play
And you pay
Then get back in the car
You're good to go
You start slow
That moment has passed
You see lights
Come to life
In the glass
Ok you
know what to do
Floor the gas
Ain't no speed limits
When you need to keep your mode of livin
Tension
Tension
Tension
You left em
In the Dust
Dirt in the wind
Another story for us

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come. This offering is called The 4 A.M. connect. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

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THE 4 A.M. CONNECT

This time I done it
No way around it
I rode the midnight hour
To the street light towers
Shower under beams
Where the trains claim queen
Step by step
I'll connect
The wreck
Of it all
Told you to keep tall
But you wouldn't listen
Listen
I dont speak for vanity's sake
Or maybe I do
The hands are on the way
They'll connect with something cool
I haven't had a drink in two months and a quarter
And I believe a toast is in order
So let's burn this bread
Take off the edge
Notice we dont play the balance game
The challenge we claim
On the the daily
Give rise to spacing
Step back
Relax
The afternoon screams
At the morning, it was not pristine
To think
That anything is
Huh you must have lost your lid
Put a cap on that
I'll keep mine to the back
Let the bill(s) face something else
I'll face this shelf
So many choices
And they all got voices
Walker
Beam
Daniels
And other kings
You can rule tonight
Just dont rule my life
The metric
Of acceptance
Get lost with the pressing
Of glass to lips
The 1 am dip
Squatting by the bar
As I exercise my right to spar
Over politics
That I don't fully get
Though I'll let the conversation flow
Cause shallow attention gotta certain glow
The dim lights get dimmer
As the new night shimmers
Under bar lights
Might as well be star lights
Life
The raison d'etre
Got new ways to wreck it
Put life on top records
I slow up this pressure
Use time as my leverage
I don't need acceptance
So dont use it as weapon
A weapon
You don't know the boy now
You the one to avoid now
I ain't the one to hide out
I give you piece of mind now
After all that's been said
Should we really leave it resting on the ledge
The more you let these thoughts teeter
The less your mind becomes the speaker
Prisoner of choice
Servants of the void
Take you back
To the jack
Fruit trees
Mangoes round my feet
I hear my grandmama scream
A ways a way
There's fish on plate
Though I cannot sort the bones
I need to eat to build mines strong
There's a long life ahead
Rest mine on desk
Let the clock do what is does
Grow my hair hair thick like rug

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*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we find ourselves making adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

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H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world.

These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

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S1 ep 19- Hye, bYe, hyE

Sitting on the side line for like 14 years
Man what a time couldn't switch up the gears
Its been alot
Going, you in or not
Who care what the future knows
We in the spot
Occupy space
Knowing I may
Be in line with the short hand
Get amazed by the moments
This close to a coma
I dodged me the long one
The days unfulfilling I fill it
Lost in these feelings I wheel it
Come back round full circle
The moments that hurt you
Show what earth do
All in it
I witness
My fitness
Not fit for
The life in store
I check out
To check in
The moments are destined
To be what they'll be
Ain't all about me
Few dreams short of a legacy
Don't know how many years are left for me
Not ready to become a memory
Old pictures
Who fail to lift up
Polaroids
Who behold the void
Albums with the creases
Storage that we leasing
To behold a past and believe it
Close eyes
Feed visions
You belive in
Hold life and minimize
What you think you need
Explore lives, grow the mental trees
Root the connections
That offer protection
And care where you step in
I stepped out of line*
To free up the mind*
No children
Just friends
And family
That care to handle me
I care deeply for what I'd pass on
For what I pass on
I pass on planting seeds
Fingers crossed I won't pass on
Disease
Not if it's up to me
I imbue stories with soul
Extracted from the lives we hold
Let free and let loose
When it hit different
You
Know
400 blows
Children with the woes
Le sacre du printemps
All we do... pretend
Spring to life
Tales of a world which house our fall
Broad shoulders, I'd house them all
5'6 vessel
Only so much I can nestle

To cool for school
I don't wanna lose
Devil on the way we ain't gotta choose
I sign to lord
Out here for more
Egg on my face
Damn another day
That I can't get a hold
Grandma did the most
Tamales in a bowl
Both eyes closed
Roll masa roll
We ain't never know
What you had to hold
Go on and get it
God body spirit
Go test the limits
In bowl rest the lemons
Mind on the digits
Fall behind and you livin
Damn how you living?
Close doors on a pension
Throw a wrench in your plan
How you gonna land
Clothes in a van
Holes in the pants
No holding those hands
The bow on the bag
The prize with the ribbons
Don't honor the living
Fire in the kitchen
Sinner
Winner
Chicken dinner
Live through winter
Then you enter
Summer
A bummer
The shit that it drum up
Scheme on a come up
And free up a month of
Rent
And invest
In your best
Vacations
And days in
A cot to go lay in
And doctor some patience
And hope that it pay when
You gotta wait in line
And you don't got the time

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. GREEN FUNK & CUTE CHEEKS are the instrumentals used in today's episode (#19) IS FROM SFRBEATS.COM

NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST is written & performed by Arvid, 8TATE HYE, & Zaf. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Please leave reviews, subscribe and share this podcast.