cool? - Autumn Keys

Hey yo

Little funny story

Mister autumnkeys himself — the man behind the boards actually went by atlas

when he was growing up and he still does so, I guess now we’re the two atlas'

of Soundcloud

Well, aside from the seventy other ones but, uh

Quick shout-out to him and then I wanted to give a shout-out to Corbin/Korben,

Erik/Eric, Garrison, Bennett, Bell, Chloe, James, Goldblue, Danny, Joey, Darcy,

Halle and anybody else who I might be forgetting cause' you’re all the people

who make life pretty sick

Thanks

I’ve been reading more lately

Opened a couple books If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler yea

That shit was overlooked

Turned on my old PC, looked through my older photos, dug out Pok­émon Silver

and thought I’d go see Johto

But you never know though, these things could be different

Ask yourself of you made a song, Would he listen?

Is the past really the past if you looked forward to it?

And… could golf be an art form if you put more into it?

I made an entire album out of stolen beats — uploaded it to Megashare and

torrented the MP3s, cause' that’s just my style;

that’s my aesthetic bro

You got a problem, you should let it go

I had a lot of dreams when I was growing up — a lot of Polaroids remaining

undeveloped Imma' hold em' up

I got a darkroom in my basement it’s a thinking chamber — meet me there

Matter of fact I’ll see you later (yea)

Is that polite or impolite?

The simple life I’m living right, fiscal heights,

it’s been a while — poor as shit yet still I smile

I was rifling through my record collection, trynna find some smooth jazz so I

could make a connection

I was looking for some Louis, stumbled on some Coltrane met my eye but I

decided that was so plain

An old hat, you can’t redesign or mold that — into new imagery, you hold back

yourself from the goldmine of wealth that is artistry so pardon me I’m on the

better health until the reaper meets his target see, reaching this catharsis

seems to shatter any mortal man, likewise I was on the couch playing Portal and

probably texting Addison and Claire about the music’s meeting — painting the

insides of my skull with this new graffiti

But don’t you get it, it’s an ocean I’ve been lost in since I stumbled on the

vinyl plates as if I had been dropped into the grooves and sat to talk with the

wavelengths and frequency and all those conversations of stay true to speak

with me

Thank you, my decency