[intro: jd fuller, deb akey, brae woods, young subway killa]
Hello, and thank you for tuning in to braes records radio
Right now you’re you’re listening to tropical storm by jd fuller & kisatrix
And young subway killa, cuz I’m on every song
And young subway killa
This is a 3 part album of letters to my future self, who I call brae woods
Part one is flood free
Part two is fall funk
Part three is future flight
Live from braes records is tropical storm
Featuring wycad, mos pen & the mystics, innis, and many others
We have scientific deb, brae woods trio, killa’s quartet
Give me a second I gotta fix this mic then I’ll tell you the rest
On bass, bringing us the good grooves, the magnificent brae woods
Hey
On guitar, the lady with the craziest playing, deb akey
Hi!
On keys & the mic, our native mercurian, contract killer, sandwich connoiseur, the octave high young subway killa
Yo!
On the boards & the code, sd hopeton
On the drums, wickedly giving our beat, dw hopeton straight from saturn’s big ring
On the synths, our thereminister & archaeologist, fd hopeton, will rock us to sleep
On drums & the samples, my best friend, the legendary kisatrix
And of course, your author to the storm, yours truly jd fuller
Live from braes records
We’re gonna play for you
Some music, some stories
This is tropical storm
I’m jd fuller, we’re club akirat
Thank you for tuning into braes records radio
[verse 1: jd fuller]
Oh brae
Can you tell me
Which way
To get out the rain
Mr woods
Can you help me
Find my way back to my room?
I’m on 2 and 4 and 68
I’m with you until I find a place to play
These
Words that I wrote
And routes that I rode
And the streets that I am soon to own
Can’t you give me at least one lone stone to keep me going?
Ooh brae
Tell me is this the first one of many?
Surely this heavy cinching won’t be of plenty
Hurling the levy binging, my sturdy and setting mentions, won’t be so temporary
I’m simply going to ride for 60 cents, and be
Home, and be dry for now
I, I need to lie down
And so
Brae are you sure this is ok to write down??
[verse 2: young subway killa]
My condolences for the condiments counting counterfeit complements surrounded in consonance
I’m pounding on the door, asking all where the office is
That I can apply for a new residence to maybe make some common sense
That I lost, change that I tossed
In a fountain of koi fish & sewage I do sought
Due south is my new couch and my blue mouth is from the humid snow frost, not because I feel so lost
My sister said to switch it up to stay somewhat interesting
I’m blistering and not an avid fan of unplanned change, I only wish to expand my range and to gauge
The pain that this rain is to drain and to drought
I’ll figure it out says my message from the last time I settled for a lesser day to make better space
For the pages of passion & notes of my notoriety
Maybe I’ll go dieting, flying from the smiling
[verse 3: jd fuller]
I put on, I look on because brae can’t answer me til the problem is solved
Oh, know I can't do it myself
My soon to be high shelf has no help for my dry yells
I know for sure that I see bad times , play a cadd9
And ask to go out, and find a new sound
Brae has my back, til I find a closet to write raps
Brae has my life, I just have to get
Dry (in style of gangster singer ending!)
[outro: jd fuller]
When the first flood falls, it feels so far from safety
And this flood is not your fault
What a relief
Asking your future self if this is the first of many
And if it's ok to try new things to keep you busy
He can't respond to your cries
But you can guess what his answer is
Get dry, then write
Smile
Lets get to the music
