Flesh and Bone

It was a blood rendering 

Of flesh and bone

Benchwarmer who was left alone

Romantic not romantically

Just the type to live in fantasy 

Living out my fantasy 

What a fallacy 

I didn’t have the faculties actually

But theres only one way to know 

So i was never home

Antics and apathy

What a travesty

Earth steadily grabbing me

Do anything she asks of me

Still feel the pull of the gravity

It was a splendored thing

Hushed in tone

All the sacrifice for just a bit of influence

Oh the impedance

Oh the insignificance

Lift that light that you’ve risen in

Only to dim again

I like to score for friends 

And to keep score for them 

Pulling straws

Pulled the shorter end again

Id sure like to the shore to end

But id been walking on this beach 

So long and so far and so on

So im not sure it ends

Its just more and more bends

Like a pressured vein

Scuba dive

Oxidized 

Awful try

Ask me why

Id rather break my own back

Then admit that i dont have a spine

Fuck it im fine ive always been serpintine

Kinda like the suffer

But its sucks to see that in your eyes

Every try

Every light house to lead ships arry 

wrecked at the cliffs edge

Rest for the stiff neck

But only for a second

Then its break neck speed

Every time 

i thread the needle

through the wrinkles in my eyes

Only to see

Im cognizant 

Ugly like a cormorant 

Fuck those dirty birds 

Look trust me 

Im sure that there lovely in some way ok

Just let me have this one today

Run these runny fingers along fencing 

As i walk away  

Stimulating nerve endings

From end to end 

Lending me strength

Its a zen thing

This is sun sending

This is un ending 

This forever bending let never break

Never take less or more

Only what you truly need

Always had some food to eat

had some clothes and

A home somewhere i could shit and eat

I had a job and some money 

Still believe when you seek 

The world is becoming 

The drumbeat

Seen a deadbeat lead

To melancholic frolic through the polish of death

Formaldehyde varnish 

Follow my steps 

Follow your breath

Why they telling you there’ll be nothing left 

This is all blessed 

Fucking alarmists 

Idk where the alarm is 

But theres no waking me

Could never break dream

Ill just dream more lucidly 

Dreams about you and me

with the blood overrunning the streets

It’s a new kinda sheek 

The discrete elite

Dictating diction 

How we speak 

If ever worlds invoke a word police

theyre coming for me

Running to be

Running my mouth

Running amock

Through the muck

With a love of these free

Words of apathy 

What in the worlds happened to me 

See I used to be magic

Now its murdered rabbits 

In my hat

Look at that

Tryna see the world through the backwards

Ravaged, consumption, combustion and plastic

From the great plains rivers mountains and lakes

 to the blood in our veins

Tainted the same

Every action

Equal to opposite 

Im trying to do opposite

To show and not tell 

And to offer it up like some crux of the truth

Look i made this for you

Still been willing to be willing my way 

Inna parade while they masquerade

Pantheistic and ritualistic 

Sayin fuck the riches

Fuck making a damn name 

I just want to see a damn change

Make a difference

shape the world with the words

When i listen

Love lifted

Im gifted so i shifted space

In between the day and night 

When dusk and dawned on 

With the musk of a some rusted trust

my light long gone on me

Logged off on me 

But Im staying awake

Alone in my cave 

The depraved sounds of growling and howling apes

Reflected through the depths

Of the eyes of this mage

Blank page

Holds a sword with a sense of rage

Theres got to be a better way

Oh socrates 

Oh sweet hypocrisies 

Free philosophies of what the worlds often brings

Somthings off with him 

To act like nothings offered to him

I often’d say that id never have a sensei

World had always lent me

Remarkable men 

Time and time again

So much unrest 

And the stress truly built me best

Steady man 

Readily damned through my own hands 

Tryna KO me

It’s like ok me 

I’m perfectly ok

I’m perfect ok 

I can not allow myself to waiver in anyway 

Slapped back 

Back to the back of the void 

So annoyed 

With the way that I choose to deploy 

My righteous voice

But I always come back to it 

Still  keep it for me

Because I wonder if it’s too much to breach

Because honestly I feel like it’s too much for me 

Lets discuss this more

Am i disgusting? Sure

But show me evil and im the first one would rush the door

All your temptations rest in resting with some busty whore

What are you lusting for 

Whats that illustrious lure

I heard the mighty roar

i never be an herbivore 

I need to feed the beast

I raise my hand and peace

But i know that theres no changing me

Fuck logistics 

This the shit that makes me sickest

In the sense that i want riches 

Its only to build what i envision 

The world i want to live   

And to pass on

When i pass on 

So ive passed on a lot

Of happy simples

And im fine with that

Sometimes this life feels like a never ending spinal tap

But im not married to the marrow 

What a narrow vision of living 

Is so much more

Than flesh and bone

Get Outta Town

Get Outta Town! (Bandcamp)

Get Outta Town! (Soundcloud)

Prof. Mayfly and Subtle Keystrokes craft a psychedelic journey through the nethers of a poetic consciousness. A combination of soothing, calming reflective, devotional and ambient sounds, a tinge of hip hop, and a torrent of poetry.

The albums thematic focus is on the attributes and associated feelings with taking big risks in life and moving into a new chapter of growth, Made for quiet introspection the suggested listening style is alone with headphones or in the car on a long drive. A PDF booklet with lyrics and associated artwork for all tracks is included for anyone who downloads the album on bandcamp. If you enjoy this album please share it, and follow me on bandcamp soundcloud twitter instagram or all of the above

thank you and happy listening

Waitless(Keep Drifting)

Well, this one took a little while to get out of me

Waitless (Keep Drifting)
Lyrics by Prof. Mayfly

(verse 1)
Well i get frisson like a motherfucker
And i get visions like no other brothers, and sisters
This is for a moment in time
I think that most of my mind likes to rhyme at least most of the time.
I tangle up the spider silk and it’s riveting.
I’m throwing out entitlement for enlightenment
I’m done fighting it, I really fucking like this shit.
I was so worried that you wouldn’t be alright with it.
But imma will it into being, it’s thrilling when you see that its all relative
Mass space time velocity and energy
Look
Einstein proved it mathematically so don’t you tell me research conflicts with spirituality
Just face your setbacks and your fallacies you practically cracked me and my ego
I’m free though to leave, or love, and I’ve got shit to do
So ill be riddling through the dilation I’m patient
This thin walled casing, A stress evaluation It’s way too gradient
It’s gonna take a spectrograph to measure that
As a matter of fact, it probably won’t stay in tact.
Rip your life from the tracks Throw the dice in ya pack,
take a chance, quick glance, I trance
Look mom no hands!
Imma do what i can, from new york to japan while im taking my stand
with no fans
Wait, what is this frequency that speaks to me my brain hertz, thats resonant
Man i dont think that i remember in between all of my residence and dismemberments
Its kind of pleasent like i’m alway home, and thats the reason why ive always grown thats the reason why i love my own,
And my enemy remeber me i wanna be a laureate, and just got published
I work for the public then head to the pub kid.

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting…

(verse 2)
But who am i to persuade you?
And who am i to evade truth?
Cooped up I’m ruthless, i’ve gotta find truth
If i reach the last page will i reach that last stage and fade?
Or is this sentience a mere reflection of a transient intention of a universal consciousness.
I’ll stay on top of it Ill be the page of swords
I’ve never been adored, but i look forward to the taste of maybe making it
I really just get bored…
I wish that i could just live in my dreams
Because it seems human being really isn’t my thing.
Bring in the sunshine, fuck me man Im way too lucky
I think i understand feeling
I think i get that real things, are not the same as reality
I think i finally understood why everybodys always so god damn mad at me
They’re not.

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting

Verse 3 (Spoken)
When a particle reaches it’s highest frequency and escapes the system there is a flash of light.
We know based on mass relativity that theoretically at the speed of light mass would be infinite.
Enlightenment: the search for your souls resonant frequency. The eradication of the human barrier, the ego. For in that moment the particle is one with the whole of the universe. Every tensor of existence is expressed briefly through the static. For an amount of time we express as zero that exists forever and not at all . All mediums have the power to resonant energy is contained within the system.

Where and when are you afraid of going?

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting…

I get it

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/i-get-it

I get it

I said one day the wide eyed child will be spectacular.
Until then check my vernacular until then count my degrees

you might just see with binoculars.
You couldn’t catch me with ya oculars.
Arrests me officer for the haze :i carry on, I’m like the bronze third place makes haste try and Chase I doubt you’ve tangoed at my pace with such haste and consistency,
I’m entranced in my philosophy
No I’m exactly what you thought I would be minus the doctorate and all the trees, shit

but I’ll get it and I get it.

I’m about to master this
Look at me I’m blasphemous.
Probably assumed that I had half of this.
So maybe I should ration it,
I can’t figure how to package it
Addicted to a world exactly the way that I craft diffract and captured it.
Take the toss the torch is lit. Why the hell you forcing it
No one overnights a Porsche and shit
Chilling on porches gorgeous girls cigar in lips
Man don’t get ridiculous of course you have to work for it.
And that demands attention,
Nah man that demands retention.
Sure there fucking tension in the lifeline
More likely I’m mentioned this bite I’m
Suppressing with my clenched jaw.
Freeze thaw.
Everything breaths.
So everything needs a bit of oxygen.
I guess that I’m toxic then
I’ll be posted round the bend.
Watching the river from the shore.
Once again a warrior, back to the wall.
Don’t get involved
check the resolve of a flawless man.
Such elastic temperament
back and forth like rubber bands.
Falls in line like grains of sand.
But you can’t take the hits he can
Holy shit he’s up again.
But I get it, and I get it

I guess I need to speak.
I have so much to say.
Close your eyes and tell the dark.
No one listens anyway.
I’ll be exactly what I want to be
Try to stop or copy me
Try to get atop of me ahead of my head
so much time I spent just makin sure it was fed
And making words from what I meant to feel
Clearly selfishly for my appeal.
Clearly heals me that’s the deal
With this Mayfly.
You wanna over analyze everything well fine.

But I get it, and I get it

(_ _).｡o○O that’s their problem

Prof. Mayfly has been taking a break.

well, i shouldn’t really say that but his talent has been used the past couple of months to suppress the torrent of schoolwork that was upon me.

Anyway. Here’s a little something I made the other day, I hope you take the time to listen and enjoy

~Prof. Mayfly

Lyrics:

(_ _).｡o○ that’s their problem

A lotta people discombobulate as we miscommunicated I never resonate, and I’m the only one…I’ll sit silently and delegate, I’m never tryna associate with anyone who to the bate you’re hooked, I’m straight swimming. damn I feel bubbly weird and lovely finally something, and my world is massive and I feel I feel fantastic. This euphoric stimulation not a drug that could pass that, but pass that let me have at I’m perfectly ok yo it’s just another cat scratch isn’t it frustrating when these impatient calculations start disrupting formations, I’ll be fucking blatant (because that’s the way I came up) That’s your problem that’s their problem. That’s your problem that’s their

I never disregard, objectively objectifying every objective and once I select it. I bless it undress and calculate a message, it’s simply these symbols exist like instrumentals and I’m just floating by when something caught my eye. I guess I’ll lend attention. This invitation pends an answer question that I’m waiting on the When will the light prevail and darkness subside to which he replied.

I never existed inside the fabric you speak of but let me express my gratitude toward your bewilderment. We haven’t seen a rift in the shift like this since the last crimson solstice and I’m afraid this time darkness may hold it’s grip if we don’t start in the other direction with more urgency. In fact some still possess the candid ability to see in the darkness… But it’s more than just that I’m afraid it’s a craft, and this culture you speak towards they’ve been compressed, censored, and dissembelished as if their artistry were a witch craft. I pray for the day when we can rally in sunshine, if not but one time. Yet do not lose faith in the shared mission of this consciousness, mindfullness grows in the gallows and in time, it will be hollowed, their will be fallout and a new year to follow. With the blessing of, syncopated aura. Without destruction their can be no rebirth. You must accept all things feared exist and have their commonplace. Far far from your sacred heart

And so it goes.

Man was made to suffer to learn, not just to burn but to earn elevation and enlightenment. There is no written, forbidden hidden knowledge it’s all out there for you to absorb and record filter and quilt or collect, and respect because it’s part of you, look at you an artist too aren’t you look don’t argue dude I wouldn’t lie, you know that, so grow past onward toward the membrane of Men’s brains which is never finite, in fact none if this is. We can choose to dwindle or kindle it’s simple. Let it bother you, strangle you and harbor upon your shore of uncertainties, you’d certainly be better off without a pith in a knot, but my opinion is lost in the fog of your cogs but that’s your problem

Thrown by the Wind

Hello everyone!

I recently wrote this poem and rapped it over a friends track on the full moon. self expression at its finest. please enjoy and share

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/thrown-by-the-wind-prod-by-most-potent?in=subtle-keystrokes/sets/collaborations

Lyrics:

These people want to start a war that they can’t afford. And I’m not really sure they want the war horns sounded on shore. They say their sure that their core knows theirs shields and sword and that the door to the keep doesn’t fall anymore.

I warned them intently based on empirical evidence it’s evident that their disposal here is imminent heaven sent expulsion of the arrogant aires that they live by thrown to the wind. Kicked in the shin and toppled over castle walls falling but the present pleasant peasant pillaged is precious loss. Is it the benefit worth the cost of a innocent life, yet yes in a sense life can’t be a damn thing but guilty. I blame the starry sky that built us filthy. Quilted silhouettes finding empty space to build filled with regrets scared of death. Make that horrified or mortified. As if there’s more to find than peace and love tormented souls with goals that they’ll never live by and by it’s all the same. I lonely game of pride and prejudice, lies and heretics, recruits and veterans jumbled together in a mixing pot of thoughts. Locked and loaded. Pumas ready to pounce. Renounce the deeds of streeds and horsemen, force them to submission listenin in the forest of lost soul to the winds spin.

These people want to start a war that they can’t afford. And I’m not really sure they want the war horns sounded on shore. They say their sure that their core knows theirs shields and sword and that the door to the keep doesn’t fall anymore.

Quite frankly I don’t have a problem with your listening I wrote so long I think I fucking sprained my wrist again speaking yeea alright speaking of the weakling with the fiercest eyes. The clearest ties to kinship with the kingships the nightly knight unwilling to fight are you a pacifist or just a passive bitch whining about the path that your shadow cast alas a rapper with class. Ok alright well the wind made me spin with my lips winced in inhaling a Winston. And glimpsing at a wrinkling sense urgency of this morning, glory and murdering.

Is this salvation or mutilation, one things for Damn certain. I’m done waiting. Sentimental patience or a senti-mental-patient. Genius or delusion clairvoyance or confusion. I spent my whole account on this illusion and I’m barely moving unless let the wind lift and drift me off. Man I’m up and away I’ve got this look on my face as if I’m lookin to say something vital about my vital signs. When I see it….

These people want to start a war that they can’t afford. And I’m not really sure they want the war horns sounded on shore. They say their sure that their kingsmen are proud and pure and that the door to the keep doesn’t fall anymore.

Ok ok well how does that make you feel really?

Really it makes me feel like there’s no ceiling and I’m kneeling to the whim of angry god I don’t believe look… this is treason you can’t attack those men for no good reason.

Seize him, prof. Mayflys gone off the rails. Most potent laid the tracks but to no avail. He’s not available we’ll have to haul the hull ourself and in the naval fleet a sudden hell, a great wAve they couldn’t save themselves thrown by the wind. Thrown for a spin in a deep dive of dividends the soldiers perished. As I escaped somehow my being captured was my great escape, the greatest laid plans and strategies all run out of batteries. They’re all just jealous or their mad at me for listening to wind spin. And i mean of course you’re off course if you don’t follow the current current like the smoke rises or like a river flows. And now it’s all exposed a patternless pattern, it’s like a rhythm though, hardly enough harmony the miserable harm in me. My throat I’m choking Evoking thoughts private, no I am just ghost this case is closed.

with love

Prof. Mayfly

Over Well- mme & Hear to have fun

ok so these 2 are polar opposites but i never posted Over-Well mme and it deserves a fair chance to shine.

Over-well-mme is the glass half empty

Hear to have fun is the glass half full and both are beautiful in their own ways.

Also this is where professor mayfly really came to life he was an idea of mine formulated in drawings but Prof. MayFly really is my alter ego that is me as a lyricist he contrasts subtle keystrokes in that he is aggressive and specific and everything needs to be perfect

Subtle Keystrokes goes with the flow and plays it by ear i talk about the difference in overwell me i hope you like it

Lyrics: Over-Well-mme

So overwhelmed and underdressed fairly blessed and not impressed. The birdy built a nest and quickly learned that leavings best pushed the hatchlings to the plummet from the summit some found summer flights and some found the concrete would take their week old life but that’s alright. Survival of the fitness it’s primal and it’s kiddish I’m kidding I mean childish… I’m on me mean child shit. Meanwhile slip and fall and call for hands when all these handouts left me looking for no ones hands and out. Man down man down it’s time to man up. He stood still till the ash settled. And chuckled lightly to the sky. Let out a samurais cry and found balance in the acts of megalomaniacs it doesn’t take a brainiac to see that madness stems from reason and reason stems from madness and the craziest motherfuckers understand better the type of things the molded youth never found use with but it’s useless until catastrophe proves it and there’s no parade for the jaded who saw what was coming and emptied his savings. He headed for te hills and lost site of the city which he’d thought was plopped upon said hill. A sun god centers himself and says he doesn’t need help he’s got it all figured out himself centered entered even more unbalanced than they had made him out to be. He tries to smother the clutter with theory upon theory upon one another sliding together like butter. So professor mayfly thrives and comes alive with hive mindset. He’s tryna finance the chance to make it out alive. He takes waste and biodegrades they call him ugly man tryin to optimize flutter time. Trying to rcognize half his ties to the ride home. But doesn’t get that’s it’s dynamic and he’s only scratched the surface leaving out a last dimension the rate of retention ought to be your last mention when you consider that you’re fenced in and blocked off from the office. You’ve been ostracized, and optimized past the point of ruptur and we can’t monitor this modulus we can’t even begin to evaluate the hypothesis come one and come all prof mayfly but he may fall and he’s not as tall as he thinks he is he’s not past the point of return because hasn’t left yet he hasn’t pressed yet into the waxy underbelly of the beast the thunder swelling from the east like swelling yeast in fermentation brings forth your liquid courage that won’t budge nudged in this direction shoved into another so far from the family you’ve lost touch with brothers so far from the famine you feast while some starve to be pantomime princes touched by the glimpses of twinkling distance for the very instance of an instant. With his Winston lips his sandstone teeth and a velvet fabrication of his livelihood, his motive is flourescent but unquestioned with every syllable placed like a class on a syllabus or craft rooms that fill with dust killing us because we’d let go so long ago the thing we scare out children out of holding and harnessing we industrialize perfection. Capitalize on power and watch flowers wilt…tilt the camera, silted hands for the geotechnical filthy lands for the free professionals. I’ll be at the festival nick heads screwed on questionable and suttle knows how to float and wonder together we argue we ponder, start each pay day amongst the working class pay grade feeling born again and different no time to pursue women or fancy linen not lost but winning playing into the same game each day a different player each place a different mayor each taste a different flavor. And stupidly sensitive, I could cry you a river I could draw you the figures and you still couldn’t figure this out

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/hear-to-have-fun

Lyrics:Hear to have fun

I said I guess I’m doing this in private. I mean I’m not gonna hide it but respect it’s like the inside of my eyelids so reading that’s like reading my mind. And I won’t be held responsible for a thin that you find.

I mean I’m just trying to live right were all just trying to live right so I’m just gonna live write make music then go back to sleep ill fulfill my hively duties in the middle the week. But if I have time then pay no mind to the fact that I’ll be living In the comfort of a world in side my mind.

And I’ll be saying one love because one love is something that connects us but you can’t make cookie cutter rules for the people on the move. The people who barely even move because they’ve grown scared from what they saw on the news. You can’t lose if you stay in bed Uncle Sam can tuck you in give you rice and bread pat you on the head warm milk and a lullaby.

If you’re gonna watch tv all day I think you’re better off closing your eyes. And if you ever catch yourself saying I never have time to relax then count the fucking minutes a day you spend on iPhone app laptops or on Facebook watching tv it playing video games and imagine spending that time doing something you actually wanted to do. The filler is the killer but you can’t lie. They’ve got you hypnotized to these franchises screens and all the fancy things they imagined up a risk less fantasy there’s nothing to lose except the fucking thing that makes you know tht your fucking you. Remember the first time you asked yourself and truly understood what you were asking why am I hear. You feel lightheaded from the fact that your concious of you conscious if you make time for that you then I promise. Doing wht you wanna do won’t seem like it’s the hardest thing in the world. Rember guys were just hear to have fun so everyone plays nice with everyone. Haha yea right who does that a punch with no punchback is like reading a fun fact it’s pretty worthless in the longrun but the reward is just enough to ensure you’re gonna come back.

Buncha kids no I’m not done with this grow up, and stay childish file your denial somewhere else I hope that it helps that you fucked yourself right over red rover send Nicolas a clover and make him lucky. Oh lucky me I understand there a world outside to see I value privacy and still act trustingly so trust in me.

The Benchwarmer Series Pt. 1 By Subtle Keystrokes & Prof. MayFly [Lyrical hip hop w/improv piano]

The Benchwarmer Series Pt. 1 By Subtle Keystrokes & Prof. MayFly [Lyrical hip hop w/improv piano]

Hey everyone!

today i released a full length album on bandcamp. This is the first of many i plan to post to band camp as well as soundcloud. I have made a lot of music since i started messing with garageband back in 9th grade. Nowadays my equipment and software is much more professional. My mixing has improved tenfold and my ideas just keep getting farther and farther from the norm.

This album is a celebration of some of the tracks that got a good response as singles! as well as just some that i needed to have on the album.

Subtle keystrokes & prof. MayFly come together here in an epic way. bringing you vandalicious lyrics and improvised piano.

I hope you’ll take the time to check out my first band camp release of many to come

Fracture

I don’t know about everyone else but i’ve been stupid busy lately, even now i should absolutely be studying for the two exams i have before thanksgiving break. At the very least i should be doing laundry or going food shopping but lately i’ve had little to no motivation.

the world is big and beautiful and theres more to bite off than you could ever chew.

I’m feeling a little fractured and i wrote about it.

enjoy

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/fracture

Rep the Rugged

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/rep-the-rugged

Original Image

This one started with this image

the lyrics aren’t typed….they are in my journal unfortunately, you’ll just have to listen if your curious.