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

The Bug Collection

You can’t step on them ok?

The Bug Collection

a story of retribution through compassion 

By Subtle Keystrokes & Prof. Mayfly

So what the fuck am i supposed to do, when every critter in the grass makes me hope for you. And I’m hopeful too, of the mirror and the message it’s exposed me to. Human beings getting mean I’ve got news for you, I grew into this, please grow out of it, trying to cure my bad habits it’s a lonely road to freedom but by kingdom come this will be done, collection smashed in half and scattered, stop tripping it’s smaller than you’ve made it out to be, I resent you even doubting me. Because I will. I’m not in it for the thrill dollar bills or the easy kill. We will triumph, you can’t step on them ok?. Or step at me with your Jedi like mind games. I’m fine man I’m over it. I just don’t want to be the one who’s disowning this distant star grab space landing. Life is better than that so much better than that so much better in fact it’s only one mission is to stay in tact and that’s tactics you can’t detach that level or fragmenting fractals, Its triple double packed like a stippled graph, I get so panicked I induce my own asthma attacks and that’s whack man I’m better that. One foot after the other brother, we always make it home eventually, always eventually, a sentiment Worth cherishing. So why worry why hurry why stack the cash, pass the class, just relax make it last, and expand your mental house of glass. Live vividly eat the deliciously vibrant landscape like it’s yours for the taking. (It doesn’t know) the difference between you or me or human beings a piece of tree or anything. I don’t wanna lead I’m just tryna be a referee. But for some damn reason no ones even gonna let me be. I’m just trying to do me and I’m doing great. That’s a feeling that your going to need to integrate, I don’t mean to be sarcastic but were so much smaller than our big heads make us out to be. So check it out: fuck the antfarm I’m outta here.

 

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

Does A Mayfly Buzz or Bumble?

inspired by a wanderer who insisted i was biased because he didnt know what he was talking about. This song is about the costumes we wear.

Photo Credit goes to Kevin Rogers @ https://www.facebook.com/kevphotomang

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/does-a-mayfly-buzz-or-bumble

Lyrics:

This world will humble you simpleton, crinkled into the wrinkles of your frozen zen. I sent my pen through to lend you the hand you needed and you retreated so I repeated do you see it. I’m going to lose my hand soldier but without you I don’t need it. For I’d never leave a man behind like this and feel whole again anyway. Besides I know you only jumped in the flame because you’d thought you’d seen the enemy with his venom teeth where he keeps all of his envy sheathed. I know you did because you’d seen me and I failed to establish a connection well let me tell you this.

I’ve known a lot of fucking people and truth of it’s. That based on appearances you’re delirious you have to feel this shit. Some people will want to hurt you some people want to help you and the rest, it’s just costumes. Have I lost you? What I’m saying is a conscious soldier doesn’t shoot to kill but he will shoot to live.
and jeez so Stacy’s at the place she’s making pastries. She’s got a new boy to impress so her underwear is Lacey. And the look upon her facey it’s crazy. It’s like her smiles running of her face no pacing but racing ear to ear and she barely hears but she overhears a quick tid bit. The pastries had been poisoned by the alien space prince. Quick Stacey’s freaking out because early that day she saw a blue man in the wild and he looked in face and saw weakness. She’s tweaking I’m done here I’m leaving. K Stacey good evening. Now she’s gone release him. In the pastry store the space prince finally had the room to rumba. And play tuba, figuring alien space prince where you Are ain’t nobody gonna see you. So he’s shaking his but and smoking a blunt with fists in the air he’s vivid and the world is with him so he doesn’t care. Not a monstrosity, he’s awfully sweet, and with a sweet tooth all the pastries had been purchased by the alien space prince.

Hmph and Stacey judged, but here she was dialing the number of a boy who only liked her butt, but what it’s tough when your lost in the wild with no one to trust. You make assumptions, I can trust him, I can’t trust you. Oh did he blush now I’ll blush too, and in a instant you miss out on a galaxy for a costume. It can cost you I’ve been crossed too.

Here I was morbid lookin forward when I heard him coming. Now I’m the quickest of thinkers but I knew that I couldn’t keep rocking in my rocking chair. Somehow I didn’t care. I had a growler full of beer to share there was fresh lavender in the air and plenty of sun shine to unwind in. Life’s easy I figured I’d remind him, the mayflys were buzzing. Or were they bumbling. My crop had been crumbling in the drought but today clouds wept and I was humbled so i felt fair. Maybe above average. Most days if spent laughing and here he crept over the horizon angry. Carrying two invisible suitcases and muttering something stupid with his nose perched, I couldn’t hear him but I knew he sounded like an idiot and I felt sorry for him, he came to try to sweep me into some religious or political agenda he didn’t really have faith but held stakes in, I wasn’t sure exactly why but he was acting, and this bothered me. The first time I told him no he mentioned something about having no choice and I was devastated. Hey get off my lawn I said I didn’t invite you here you know. but he was Persistent. Insisting insisting insisting, so I said listen how about I break you wrist then. And he grimaced hard on his way out,
Here he was clutching a rifle on my horizon now. But the day was too sweet for me to worry about that right now. I nodded off I figured someone’s probably aware of what he’s doin so they called the cops. Then again probably not. But I was out like a light right when a gunshot awoke me without a second to spare, that gunshot saved my life before a wild boar had pummeled me and one last time come with me, and since he had saved my life I accepted his offer. I owed him that at least among other things so were fluttering back and I realized something he wasn’t real at all. I hadn’t woken from my nap yet

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

Static (poem and Song)

static

Because through the static he would always act dramatic.

Tune into the frequency a leisure he could not escape.

He’s Not religious but he’s always been a man of faith,

scripted with rivets that he didn’t dare reciprocate.

But through the static he didn’t need to act it always on the blacklist. Picking at his passion like the the scabs of an addict. And it’s tragic. Because half the time it’s as if It didn’t happen. he’s soft as satin,  he keeps his heart tied to the center of the universe. He’ll need to feel the bluesy birth of a child in his theater hurt… by curtain closing him to the crowd and yet leavin him open, and yet leaving him frozen coping by extinguishing his feelings like the flames the same reason that he chose his degree the same treasons that eloped as he fleed same freezing hands that groped all the keys. But will the door open?

Adolescent strangled all his conceptions and brought a new perception of his essence or his presence on Pangea. Oh mamma Mia he’s a firm believer that if he tunes in it’s proven to work. And yet it’s proven to hurt because he’s losing his work he just lurks goes home and tears off his shirt and says I am I am I am supermaaaaaaayaaannn

Because through the static he would always act dramatic.

Tune into the frequency a leisure he could not escape.

He’s Not religious but he’s always been a man of faith,

scripted with rivets that he didn’t dare reciprocate

But through the static she’d always hurt the baddest. Always in high fashion while she’s picking at her passion like the picture perfect eyebrows she’s created a craft in. And she just smile, half the time it’s as if it didn’t happen. While (s)he yearns to see why hurtins not enough to learn a bluff is a bluff, well what they say about love it’s unconditional it’s only principle will be the the one to unfold what she holds. Old cat lady crazy maybe shouldn’t have never let this one get away but what can she Say. The control made her sure that he’d never escape. Then one day likewise fluffys up and out the fire escape, Treat it like a lap cat he’ll acts like a pussy because He’s not after the pussy. It’s the compressed chest feeling that’s appealing wen his life’s a mess.

But she’s not happy either
Because he don’t fuckin need her
And all she ever wanted was to be codependent [while (whys)] he so independent because he’s one of a kind so please don’t compliment this boy because you’re inflating his mind and now she’s looking in the mirror tryna act like it’s fine and she doesn’t mind crying she doesn’t mind hiding undercover making love to a make beleive lover who said were made for each other I guess it isn’t true. I guess deep down you knew it’s not all about you

He’s got you feeling so nude that it’s just about turning you on.

She’s got you feeling so nude that it’s just about turning you on.

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

Description:

i hope you took the time to read and or listen and were able to take something away from this one. as with  most of my music its not about one thing. Its a series of observations with a connection.

what do you think the static represents?

Totem Pals- Bold Banjo ‘Hit the Gym Today’ Blues

So heres a fun but really still great track me and some friends put together i hope you guys like it

~suttle

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

Keep it

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/keep-it

 

Lyrics

Man you’ve gotta get mad(x4)
Nah fuck that
Man you’ve gotta get mad(x4)
I am mad ain’t it sad I used to think it’s funny or it’s not that bad but lean back peep tht. They say it isn’t rap well it’s rhythm and it’s poetry. How can you be so presumptuous you don’t even know me I rap too slowly and you say I lack confidence I think your just too cocky I think they way your talking walking and dressed makes no sense and in my defense at least listening to me rap isn’t listening to me overcompensate.. Well no way I won’t reciprocate hate as of late I’ve been wondering if it’s mine it’s yours it’s mine it’s yours keep it. I’m keeping mine too. I’m rappin. Then it’s happening and I’m laughing at that crap tht you spat. You develope a persona I embellish a craft. And how selfish is that I do it all for myself. Hell might as well fight until there’s something to sell and tell me what you need armor for if the harbor is mine nah the harbor yours and the harbors filled with boys and girls with no perspective and chores the just sit still engulfed by themself on the couch watching television the type of mental prison given to a generation of no names and it sounds so hectic in here where here in my mind there’s a adventure to see everytime and imma keep it imma reap it you sow because youre so fed up you’re a solo red cup flip it skip the formalities heading to a place looks like a battle scene of fallacies. And feel my chest, it goes bump in the night. Always  tick talking to me trying to get an answer it won’t stop. I’m trying to find a mother fuking balance so i can keep it