A Quiet Farwell, 2016–2018 (Crater Speak)

by Slauson Malone

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The World is coming to an end Cliché the end’s near Cliché the end’s near Cliché the end is on Cliché the end’s near Cliché the end’s near Cliché the end is on Cliché the end’s near Cliché the end’s near Cliché the end is... Shhh
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I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I can make you feel freedom, I... Mr. Sinner Man Why you keep knocking at my door You should start heading home, home Cause there’s a storm coming And baby when that storms starts pouring down You better run Baby, baby, baby Mr. Sinner Man We’ve tried all we can Now we’ve lost our hope So now it’s time to go But you can take it slow If you just make it home Why you keep knocking Knocking on my door Why you keep knocking on my door Mr. Sinner Man Storm starts pouring down And around and around
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I’m gonna set you Free Hoping that the Reaper don’t get me And bring me down like six feet Thoughts of suicide, watching time pass by Life ain’t been the same since Sassy died Now I see darkness all around And I ain’t scared and I ain’t sad I love you more when it’s over There comes a time to wake up to what’s happening I love you more when it’s over
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Yes, Lord They bled my mother, won’t bleed me They bled my father, won’t bleed me They bled my brother, won’t bleed me They bled my sister, WON'T BLEED
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I been playing and praying, Pray, running them laps Niggas pass me the ball, it won’t touch the grass I been dreaming and scheming escaping the Past New Earth cast a shade keep bringing me back Dream past, turtle shell on back DNA got the power, Power Show me the figures Show me, show me, show me Bich count the bullets six feet in the grass There’s nothing I can do about it There’s nothing I can do about it There’s nothing I can do about it MORE FYE, There’s nothing I can do about it Momma say, “know ya name” Poppa say, “wasted days” n no change, change, all the same, same and no pay, pay, like everyday and who to blame, and who the stain and who not, and who got it? Know nothing bout it cause I doubt it, yea I ain’t bout- Ain’t no stopping, still counting Living while I’m drowning Take a bath in a fountain by Mulholland I’m drown in Applause, Noise, Debt, Loss, damn This is what they mean... Applause, Noise, Death, Loss, damn This is what they mean what it cost, damn Hoping that these fans cool me off, damn or this World
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Freedom! Smile at the Past when I see it Sometimes shit seem out of reach, but when it do I look down, see the glass on the ring You look close, you could really see your Past on repeat Tracing every step back like I’m dragging my feet, You should get to know me The devil dance, lean back in my seat She blow a kiss, it hit the side of my cheek, I wipe it off Lipstick probably still on my skin I’m just a victim in this world full of sin My mother try and keep me safe Mama try and keep me safe When I was eating from your beak, I knew I’d grow to fly away on my own Always told me “Stay away from the stove” and lit the fire just to heat up the comb Now I’m grown Uh, I’m grown I made my own way I’m grown
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Slipping into Darkness For your approval Smile at the Past when I see it Sun sets first in the deep end I ain’t know I was hurt till the healing Made me a man cursing my feelings Over East with the lil homies and I was fourteen rolling with them Kept an eye on shorty when his daddy outside working late getting more dividends So what its hitting for Living wrong but we all on a mission though See the stars from the sidewalk I’m missing home Kemo told me, “fly brodie get the dough” This summer’s like one I’ve never known I need what I need I see what I see I need what I need I see what I need I need what I need (Save me lord I was born a sinner) Out here for the C.R.E.A.M (Boulevard been a cold December) Heal me if I bleed (Niggas leave in the maple sprinter) Climb this mountain just to feed us (Make it right for the one within us) Lord guide me never leave us (Paper trail lead me straight to dinner) Turn my enemies to debris cause (Tables tables) It’s all right The sun shines It’s all right The days come back in time I seen the days come back in time I seen the days come back in time I seen the days come back in time I seen the days come back in time I seen the days come back in time I seen come out to show them, show them In my younger years before I learned Black I wanted to be ______ and say, “Drown in my own tears, Talking bout you, Talking bout you, Talking” And scream, “Baby, Night and Day”
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Black! Now matter how hard you try you can’t stop me now Now matter how hard you try you can’t stop me now Now matter how hard you try you can’t stop me now Say it loud Now matter how ahrd you try you can’t stop me now Now matter how hard you try you can’t stop me now Stop me now
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Hi so, um, I had a dream recently actually like maybe, 5 days ago where, I, wake up in the morning and, um, I get I have a lot missed calls and I go down the stairs to outside and then someone stops me and says, “Oh my gosh you you have you have to you can’t go outside.” And I was like, “What are you talking about?” And she looks at me like so scared and she’s like, “The P- the Poles have switched.” So everybody was just kind of waiting to DIE!
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Right now, right Now Right now, right Now I’m gone, ugh, tell em I’m gone They bled my sister If he asks you, ugh, was I running? There ain’t no way, Ain’t no way There ain’t no days, Ain’t no space I ain’t no slave, I ain’t no spade Ain’t no way Ain’t no way, Ain’t no way Ain’t no days, Ain’t no space I ain’t no slave, I ain’t no spade There ain’t no way
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I was on the roof and, Contemplating truth and, Saw myself running but now I ain’t running Came a long way, way, away Remember them days, you could still see it in we face Blues blood like the waves come out to show them Looking for an old place new space behind the moon and the stars but not another Planet just balance, but we stuck You love my pain, fuck Whole life bad luck cause God They ain’t trust us Ain’t the type to know real just us or without us Make a new dance bout us, then drown us Make the rain go away, brain go away Celebrate sorrow Till I can’t tomorrow It’s just time borrowed Just time borrowed Imagine light without darkness or the mind without solace? This what momma promised This what momma promised? This ain’t what they taught us
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Mistake my silence as sadness My mind as madness My Blackness as badness, my Blackness is bad My smile as malice Opinions invalid but exceptional talent The World’s a phallus(fallac-) cause I’m always getting pissed off
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God get up on me Devil get up off me Off me Try to keep my soul intact, stay alive, If I die bring me back, but my nigga still in that, hit the corner peeling back, niggas eating, fuck a reason broke, no going back, get the bag, black scars looking pass, when I see it God get up on me Devil get up off me Off me Pigs stay up on me Pigs get up off me Off me Another dead nigga in street Another slave nigga industry Mirror got me looking back see, mirror clearer when I tap, looking back it’s a trap in with the kin hit me back, re-up all up in my lap, fire smoke crumbled up Falling slow, falling slow, getting up, I don’t know, let me know Faith get up, on me, falling don’t, get me, devil get up, off me off me, off me, off me, off me, off me, off me OFF ME! Staying down, stay around Slow Slow Slow Where we from no going back miss it when we gone death be back try to lax pain in my eyes paying tax getting back under fire stay alive When ya safe hit me back, When ya safe hit me back I’ll wait till u there, wait till u there, wait till u there, Calling with me Blood like the water from the sky dripping, steps listen, falling Slow Slow Slow, falling, slow Standing, Staring, standing, staring Till ya dead weight, till ya dead wait till ya dead weight, till ya dead wait, till ya dead weight, till ya dead wait, till ya dead weight, till ya dead Throw you in the water Falling, Slow Turn your life to a martyr Standing, staring at red and blue lights Blood purple skies In the waves, in the Wake Learn to swim, learn to sink Falling, Slow Scream out, reach out To be held, to be hurt Wind cries turnt to rain Darkness in my smile Shadows in my speech Thunder in my tongue Lightning in my teeth
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Stop! Freedom is what the World needs today baby An escapist Freedom is what the World needs today Let yourself feel Free Let yourself feel Free and Let yourself feel Free Let yourself feel Free and Let your self feel Free Let yourself feel Free
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scared! Memories is medicine The past make me reticent like elephants to Edison Wish I had a sedative Wish I wasn’t pessimist Shocks of Mighty threaten em, cause a melanin My mind racing circuits like Danica Eyes tracing steps up to Canada cause we never getting back to Africa Med saying, “We can’t be bought” But what’s the price when you already caught Nostalgia cinema, Roots is enigma, black nigga, pain past my ten figgas, tryna catch us by the toe Never reaped what we sowed cause I let em use the scythe first 2020 sights see the future first n I’m grown, I’m grown, but my flowers ain’t Flooded like the Saints in the 05’ Hurricane Headed to the hills wit my Momma on cocaine Can’t smile at the Past when I see it Mistake my Past as seen it(scenic) Cause what was ain’t what it really seem Maybe pain is what we really mean Or maybe ___ is what I really need Gas what I smoke
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I can’t see Smile at the Past when I see it Nostalgia when you need it False futures in the Past Remembering what wasn’t Sleep again, Dream again Shhh Heads hung Tied tounge Songs sung Souls sold Hopes held Free felt Please, believe me Brother Please, rest easy Sister Freedom Escapist dreaming Star reading Fake meaning Terror fiending World Bleeding Bad feeling I ain’t eating I ain’t breathing You ain’t seeing You ain’t seeing
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No matter how hard I try Nothing seems to work, World still turn But I tried and I tried and Nothing seems to work, World still burn Burn, burn I don’t understand, Why? No matter how hard I try Nothing seems to work World still turn But I try and I try, and Nothing seems to work World still burn Burn, Burn, And Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn J: Me? A: No. J: K, alright Bye. A: Why? J: Cause what else is there to talk about?
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The World is changing The World is changing Bye The World I seent it all I lost it all By myself Feel tomorrow like I felt today Cause all my days is been the same swear I ain’t felt this sane swear I ain’t the one to blame Felt tomorrow like it’s yesterday Cause the sun don’t set It just go away Crying all by myself, maybe Bye bye, bye You’re not coming home You’re not coming home And your leaving me The World ain’t the same No Leaving me Crying all by Self Lord have... Bye bye My self Self Free My self

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On its surface, AQF, 2016–2018 (CS) channels the emotions of the Anthropocene. I confront my participation in this horrific forcing.
There are two recurring sonic motifs throughout the album: (1) the Siren/Scream and (2) the phrase, “Smile at the Past when I see it”, first said by Caleb Giles on Smile #1. I became obsessed with its implications and lack thereof. The Past is not an observable place, but creeps in the ruins of our mind’s eyes. I feel myself rubbing up against the fabric of our collective history. Things become nonsense, proxies reveal themselves, and the shape of Truth becomes flatter. (see NTS Mix: reallynathan & Slauson Malone - RAISE THE FLAG: THERE IS NO SUCH PLACE AS THE PAST, JUS PASTNESS)
The years 2016–2018 mark the time that most of these thoughts came to fruition. I was dealing with profound feelings of loss. This sense of lack guided me towards new ways of Being. I realize(d) Here, objects and subjects formed from Old trusted imagination(Futurisms/Diasporas) will only lead to new Old forms of colonization elsewhere. I look away from the spectacle of statues and stars and into the mundane boringness of Life, Here, Now…
I hope this album proves Being is possible between the World’s plates of definition. To claim, “that nowhere is a where. And that, “Being is and can be beyond what I/we/they say it is”.

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released April 18, 2019

Artwork by Bolade Banjo
Mastered by Gabe Schuman

*additional production from Cheflee on Smile #4

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