NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST

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The bonus material featured this week:

BEAUTY ON FIRE:

TAMALES ON XMAS EVE [00:14-02:05]

The other day 
I had gumbo with a base 
Of pureed 
Persimmons
Remind me of tamales 
Being made
In your kitchen 
The night before Christmas 
The dough 
Wrapped in husk
That's how I know
Your love
The all encompassing embrace
I'll never see your living face
Yeah I got pictures
But they're tainted by mixture
Of memories
And the person who I really see
Or saw
The balance of every day living calls
The ups don't take from the downs
Ain't no replacing the crown
Close my eyes 
For a dose of life
Memories are for THE LIVING 
And the responsibility is remembering 
THE GIVING
Back of LIFE
To the ones that turned on LIGHTS
So here's to you
Here's to us
The grand mama love 
The Christmas eve tamale husks 
Never known healing
I don't ('ount) know how to deal it
Marinate in the minute 
Come alive at the mention 
All of this tension
And None of these lessons
Provided protection
My feet get to steppin
I own up my effort
I rose up from lesser 
They go 
I know 
The FEET
ON REPEAT
Walkin we walkin
STEPPIN out often
All this release 
It Don't give relief
It don't 
I know
I Know 
Bitter child 
You lost your smile 
I ain't know joy in a while
Plus the world needs guile
The toys did what they *DO*
Besides all these actions don't figure 
Into A ROOF
Over head
Me over my bed
Tetris in my head
Trynna figure how to fit in
I need to get to livin

REFLECTIONS FROM A LA ROOF TOP [02:20-04:09]

Sunday morning on an LA roof top
Flanked by palm trees I want what you got
1 9 99
An we've stepped over the line
This thick air 
Don't cover my fear
Blanketed under the unknowns 
It'd be some years till life would begin to display what it owns
I didn't want to be present for the unboxing 
The locking 
Of two brothers in a room
Immersed in the croons
Of maa and paa
My lord allah
I would mingle with prayer rugs
Until I could identify love
But love don't show face 
And how you replace 
Years of remorse
When the course
Through which you lead
Is riddled with leaves
That claim ground as their home
Branch off the unknown 
I was told for so long the pedigree 
From which I spring
Had in store better things
But blood lines got limitations 
Restless child force fed education 
The other day my older brother asked me if I graduated 
I had a date in 
Mind
But reality and time 
wlould not align
Bs excuses
I done told you before that stares become nuuses
These questions are nuisance 
Prevent unison
And the union in
Which we're privileged to possess 
Will never regress
I'm just in my feelings 
Feelin 
That's the cause of my reelin'
Easily swayed 
By what could be said
Those palm trees who were still GOT a two step
My legs move free and I can't move them
Any movement 
Count on steps
That's how you build progress
Through pieces Shrapnels of my past
Make appearances every time I glance
At the being offered on the glass
At the altar of the sink
I offer up routine
What's more sacred 
Than the actions we invest our day in

ROSES BURNING IN THE MOONLIGHT [04:13-06:01]

ROSES
Roses burning in the moonlight
I can't
I can't get yall to do right
On me
Why is it always on me
My feet
I put covers on my feet
My left foot right 
I done fucked it up
I'm loosing life 
I can't seem to get enough
Over the edge 
And over my head
I can't go under
But I lack hunter
Mentality 
Reality 
I'm more complacent 
Satiated 
With recreation 
On my nation
The stations
We occupy 
Belie 
The lives
That exist in our eyes
The disconnect from mind
And lines
That tread us
Led us
To believe 
That we've 
Achieved 
But the world we
Live in
Keep on spinning 
Achievements become old trophies 
Markers 
That we market
Love you for the mark up
But our image mark us
Persona non grata
You gotta 
Be kidding
The kid in
His father's 
Shoes
With his dreams in the garbage chute
We've offered you
Everything 
For a chance to be anything 
Give life to anybody 
To spark light for everybody
This crimson oppression 
Fill the pitcher of aggression
I can't snap off of lessons
That didn't prep me for tests in
This life
The white lights
And alabaster gowns
Got me feelin like a bastard in this town
Yall fathered oppression
Mothered transgressions 
Stepped in directions
That loop
The lids droop
The head hangs
The pang 
Of defeat
The willow weeps
The old trees
Were supposed to be evergreen 
Uprooted and supplanted 
The land in
Our sight 
Don't acknowledge life
For Roses in the moonlight 

 

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*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we have to make adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering, and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the word if you dig what you are hearing.

Enjoy this bonus material from us at

H V B R & NIGHT WORLD a Podcast. We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

This podcast will pivot between spokenword and rap.

THE MUSIC FEATURED IN THIS BONUS CONTENT- CHERRY SAXAPHONE IS FROM SFRBEATS.COM.

Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes.  THANK YOU  for listening. 

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world. These explorations come from our own lives. This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. 

*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we have to make adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

Enjoy this bonus material from us at H V B R & NIGHT WORLD a Podcast. We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

Email: [email protected] 

THROUGH THE MIRROR & BACK: VIEWS ON FRIENDSHIP [00:25] & SON [3:47]

The music featured in this bonus content JAZZ BRUSHES is from sfrbeats.com.

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THROUGH THE MIRROR & BACK: VIEWS ON FRIENDSHIP [00:25] & SON [3:47]

VIEWS ON FRIENDSHIP [00:25-03:29]

How many times I
Force my minds eye
To scope the world
Through different compositions 
Got an idea of a still picture 
That I'd like to adorn my fridge with
Clean sand 
Palm trees 
And whoop t whoops
My man 
I hope these dreams aren't beyond me
As my current truth
Implore me to
Live on lines 
That operate in black and white
Not dot dot dots
I can't get you to where you want
If you leave desires open ended
These fences 
Need some mending 
And these friendships 
Got me spending
Time with divine
Cheers to sublime
Stemless champagne flutes
And chilled rose will do
A bit of lifting 
To get you in it
The moments who give you fuel
To get you through 
Through with gnawing on my thumb 
To get me past umm,
These verbal spacers 
Prove to be life savers
When the wrong questions are raised up
I'll raise a glass
As I fall to the questions you ask
Self truths revealed 
When a stranger got you in the field
We can run day night 
In the quest to take flight
From current situations 
Friendly invitations 
Can pair you with your limitations
I got love for my people 
But I don't feel equal 
So is my love, love truthfully 
Or is my love hate for what couldn't be
It took what seems more lives
Than the one I occupy
To find friendship and get it right
These relationships these Angelic lights
Add heavenly hues to my life
Joy and sadness necessary tides
I saw my father's rise
I can't inherit his fall
I recall 
How my pop
Got off
Over numbers of friends
Thinking those numbers are pretend
You in good 
With who ? 
Since child hood
All I know I haven't seen them
And you haven't seen since
Kindergarten 
Maybe high school 
How you know if they like you
I mean similar 
I mean familiar 
Is that the same thing as familia
I mean you haven't seen your peers
In 30 or 40 years 
Don't you think that kind of weird 
I'm not here to throw you tears
I know life take its toll
But nostalgia got you on hold
Recently dad started reconnecting 
I can respect it
But that's not the same as connection
Father called me a loner 
Chest to the sky friends in the hundreds 
You think that's a home run
Quantity quality 
Quality all I need 
My maa told me 
If you can count the number of solid friends
And that amount equals to the number of fingers on one hand
Well that's blessings 
Left in 
Empty space
The mind begins to race
On the ever developing road of continuity 
Exposed with the choice 
Stick to smoother streets 
Or break through the noise
And truly see what differs you from me
Heavy is the heart
That dosen't play the part
In it's own choosing 
That line right there highlights the difference in our movements 
Reach higher
Auburn desires
Marooned on the shores of want
Want this
Get that
Thouch bliss 
Give back
I don't wanna chase 
Another empty day

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SON [03:37-05:40]

How am I suppose to the man
I can't
Even protect my maa
I thought we had a plan
But you, you left it up to god
Now you got diabetes 
How are we suppose to defeat it
Sitting with tea in
Hand 
I'm thinking what it means to actually be a man
Is it machismo 
Or a pocket full of c notes
With a name on the degree post
Ed on the wall 
Of all
Of my dreams 
I'd never thought I'd live the scream
I just want you to live my queen
Mama
We're just tenants of the end
Leasing what we can
What do we mean what do we know
What is it to be
WHERE DO WE GO.....
I'm on the precipice 
Of more pressin cliffs
In between being
A more consummate being
And constantly wanting everything that I'm seeing
A Part of being
skin and bones
The things I've done to cover my skin my home
I'm a zebra baby
My maa is a libra baby
You'd think I'd find balance
That's a challenge 
Go figure
My picture
Pit the
Stillness
Against realness
The monument of the moment
The prominence the potence
Of the need to be important
There's more in
The middle but the views from top are better 
long letters 
I never 
Wanna see you fed up
Always keep your head
As long as you are
Stay away from scars
They stay on the skin
They Remind of you him 
But the troubles are his
You did your bid
There's nothing else to give
Only a life that needs lived
Be free
My queen
Let go
You know
Mistakes 
Embrace
We own
Our own

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Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes.  THANK YOU  for listening. 

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world. These explorations come from our own lives. This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. 

Email: [email protected] 

@NightWorldPod

This entrée- 4 a.m. RISE [THE RIDE] (00:23) is a sampling of some of our more fluid offerings, explorations bound by the nature and vibe of the instrumentals that house these compositions. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

@NightWorldPod

[email protected]

4 a.m.  RISE [THE RIDE]

We cannot waste this time
And I cannot loose my mind
Off and away we go
Away to a place we know
I ain't a man of steel 
Both of my hands they real
Where do we always go
Back to the lies we know
I cant change who I am
Mistakes I never planned
Some things ain't right
All of these eyes
They live through disguise

As we proceed into the night 
4am morning lights
An effort to put the mind at ease
Quiet roads flooded with peace
We breath
Deep breaths
Drowned by hurried steps
Head lights
And air tight 
Composure
Guide the way to closure
I cruise slowly 
Loosen all my holdings
Chains shackles 
The pain we tackle
Three days in the hospital
My prayers the gospel
Hear me out 
I've been round
Stayin down
Quiet as me skin u'll let me
Letting 
It all loose
The beige colored noose
Brown boy
Oh boy
United left me void
America
In air carriers 
Flying out
Find a route
That'll take me
Keep me in safety
The new school blues
Muted by the shoes
Who you checkin
We erected
We won't wreck it
Stay protected 
On guard
On god
Let it ride
Into the night

And

(*BROTHER TO BROTHER*)

I know what you wanted 
I got it I get it
This ain't called lovin
You don't know bout livin
It's the wrong time I know
To face all our woes
In the wrong state of mind
The peace that we find
With the pain that we hold
And the goals
That we've made
Over the problems we've laid
I can't teach you to live

And I cannot give
Back the time that I stole
And you hold your own
And our hours are stone
And you make advances
And I take these chances
Take light by a lantern 
And You take to planning 
I go with the wind
You've always stayed in
Pay up just pay up
Don't leave it to prayer
I told you don't wait up ->

I know what you wanted 
I got I get it.
This ain't called loving 
You don't know about livin.
Own up to time I tell you I didn't 
All that WE ON put thoughts into missions
You go bout your day 
You stay 
With your vision
All that I wanted was for you to stay in it
All of my effort went into this givin
Take what we take 
make
Sure you know toll
All of these goals 
And All of this talk 
All out my way
The paths that we walk
I wanted your patience
You wanted less statements
Promised you ways in
You got tired of waiting 
Brother to brother 
We live for each other 
I may be holding you back 
I'm aware of the stats
I know how you feel
I'm aware of the field 
We play in <
Mano y Mano
Let's go ditch the guano
Brother to brother though 
Out of the mud and so
Far in the water
We should've washed off the ways our father
And we gettin clean 
And we've been a team 
I clothed you with my dreams 
So much so that I wear you
It's not my intention to tear you
We suppose to build
Time suppose to heal
But days come with test
An we second guess 
To often
We can't get lost in
In the daily bicker
Young men with vigor
Who else gon lift us
We've been through hell and back
I ain't gotta pull up the stats
Mixed breed whatevers
Who know you better

I can't get out of this time
I've been twisting these lines
What do you know
I can't let it go
The ebb the flow
Of the past before
The present THE floor
We stand on
The thoughts we land on
And the places they land us
I wasn't trying to reach the moon
I wanted to make it till noon
You know how the days are set
I ain't back my statements
You and all this laboring (lay brin)
My eyes towards the pavement
My confidence is uhh 
I oun't' think I got the gut
To stick how you stick
To move how you move
I don't play tricks
And I'm definitely no rube
So what then be gone
The bullshit we on
I guess that's the problem 
The talks that we log in
So much for maturity 
You and me 
Grow
You and me
Know
The life that we want 
Come with it
Come on
We don't know privelage 
But we do know vision
Brothers on missions
I know you from infant
I know you though distance
I know what you've given
I know you I listen 
Just listen you listen
I want our peace
I want to increase 
Don't fold over crease
In the grand design
This is a wrinkle in time

Time set the and the mind wrecked
If we collide we can turn the tide
Snap fingers
With good news bringers
Keep us cool like jazz
We ain't use to all that
Take life in progression
I put you on lessons
And you did the same
So why bad blood in the vein
You know how they see us
And Every skin type got creases
The ceaseless 
Energy 
Of pretending to be
And not actually knowing
Holding on to what ever youth we got left
I'll let you take the step
Your pain in the mirror
My eyes they dont deliver 
Four five in the morning 
I wake up and you call
Another evening on pause
Stall feelings
Break past ceilings 
The sun about to rise
The moon gave you disguise 
We all for it 
Exploring 
New roads
Opposed to the ones we chose
I lost breath you caught wind
You lost step I towed in
The lines that separate us
The papers 
Can change
The strange
Smell
Of personal hell
Cold chills
Old hills
That we overcame
Fell back in the range
Backdrops
Ascots
And other acrotumen 
Are Not the things that put you on 
Get lifted off what you do
Who 
In their right mind
Would try and capture time
But it's all I have 
And may be all I know. 
The constant grab. 
The give and go
If and when you show up
I'll be there to hold up
The sentences that contained us
The brainless rage
The had me burning sage
It's not enough
To be covered in smudge
To hide the grudge
That shackle good intent
Days came and went
You changed and stay the same
The frame
Will hold whatever you put on it
Let's move beyond this
Change pace
Laced
With the fabrics on me
My needs go beyond me
I ain't got that reach or will
To chase what should be still 

4am offers
The prayers we cough up
In a cold world that lost us
This spin not designed for everybody
I'd probably 
Do back flips 
Till my knees dont lift
Or my legs won't split
Old and brittle
Better than being young and belittled 
It'll 
Be great
If we could influence fate
Judging by the half dozen years
My fears
Got legs they'll run
I'll jump I'll gun 
Towards the nearest exit
Since the present target me as a lesser
So bless up 
This the only world we got
And why not
Cause who knows about another life
Might as well get this right

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*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we find ourselves making adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

The music used in this content: WEDNESDAY  JAZZ  is from SFRBEATS.COM. 

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come. 

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world.

These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes.  THANK YOU  for listening. 

This offering SURRENDER featuring AN ARDMORE TALE (00:03) & BLOOD MOON BABY (02:49) is in the vein of what can be expected from our more traditional episodes; two or more explorations bound by the nature and vibe of the instrumentals that house these compositions. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

@NightWorldPod

[email protected]

The music used in this content: SOMBER JAZZ  is from SFRBEATS.COM. 

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come. 

AN ARDMORE TALE (00:03)

My pops is bengali
My maa had the calling
To change religions 
That decision 
Led to two boys who had to play it different
Ramadan christmas
Baptized 
Chastised
Under fire
Loved how grand mother's 
Christmas tree use to light up
I had payless 
While other kids were rocking paytons
I use to want Avirex
And fubu
Got made fun of for eating school food
By a kid I know
Demario
At my middle school Webster
He said his mother loved him better
I saw how he was threaded
Made me wanna bury my head in
My hoodie 
The goodies
Vs the food we
Ate
Forced me to swallow hate
L.A.U.S.D.
Meal ticket lunch 
How could you tell me
You know how it feels to be us 
That's what I used to tell father off
The petty things that bothered us
Looking back
I feel bad 
That I even brought it up
Son of a lawyer 
Who loved reading Tom Sawyer 
On Prozac
Making cash
With the taxi cab
It was confusing
The way we were moving
One bedroom apartment in L.A.
Then go on crazy vacas
Overseas 
The only thing
We know 
Enjoy the show
Front row tickets to watch the lion king
THEN front row tickets to watch the lion sing
My brother and I forced to see 
What the evening would bring
Pops go at maa
Oh lord allah
Protect us from this shit
Tried to close our lids
This ain't the show for kids
But we lived through it
The lack of fiscal means
Led to physical things
But we always had money
This nectar this honey
Was saved up
For better days
But wouldn't be used to save us
We lost our ways 
The truths that we live with
And the bullshit 
We live by
We never wanted distance 
Worlds collide 
And Men do cry
I saw being mixed
As being the shit
Then feeling shitty
No one to fully get me
The gritty 
Living room scenes
Occupy the screens
Of my dreams
You know the type of thing 
That rule when bed covers become king

BLOOD MOON BABY (2:49)

Blood moon baby I'm a grown man child (chow)
Blood moon baby I don't know you now
Blood moon baby I don't know where we go
Blood moon baby I ain't got no hold
Blood moon baby we all keep it real
Blood moon baby would you change how I feel
Kneeling on edge 
I got disease in my head
The greens are in a row
I loose all my hold 
Ear on the door
I hope my feet don't reach floor (flore-uh)
But my needs can't ignore (ignore-uh)
And I don't seem to grow up (groe-uh)
On time 
This ain't how we rise
Oh please stop it
I find meaning in watches 
The clothes are impeccable 
The clock hit that decible
Alarmed
Charms
Armed
With the charm
On and on and on
Till light hits the dawn
I've drawn
Conclusions
This dawn
Wash away illusions
Dish detergent 
Determined
To change pace
I had to reset faith
Still working on it 
I've been out and running
Loop de loops
Drooling over coups
That shit drive me crazy
Caking
Over frostings
The new sweets get exhausting 
Sprinkles and glaze
I need to change ways
This wasn't me before
My mind done went on tour (tore)
All of the allure (alore)
Of Unnecessary 
I pray I marry
My mind with content
Mix wine with contempt
And there you go
Another low
But you you and you
Got a better life too
It's always in view
For a year I took away screens
To appreciate scenes
In front of me
The pixels front on me
Make me think backwards
The smiley face laughter 
Get you stuck that chapter
Force you to play back up
Back up
And running
I'm plagued by the humming
Of metal
The ebb n flow
Of static
I pause for the dramatic
Blood moon baby fantastic
 

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*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we find ourselves making adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world.

These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

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This offering SURRENDER featuring AN ARDMORE TALE (00:14) & BLOOD MOON BABY (02:06) is in the vein of what can be expected from our more traditional episodes; two or more explorations bound by the nature and vibe of the instrumentals that house these compositions. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

The music used in this content: SOMBER JAZZ  is from SFRBEATS.COM. 

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come. 

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AN ARDMORE TALE (00:14)

My pops is bengali
My maa had the calling
To change religions 
That decision 
Led to two boys who had to play it different
Ramadan christmas
Baptized 
Chastised
Under fire
Loved how grand mother's 
Christmas tree use to light up
I had payless 
While other kids were rocking paytons
I use to want Avirex
And fubu
Got made fun of for eating school food
By a kid I know
Demario
At my middle school Webster
He said his mother loved him better
I saw how he was threaded
Made me wanna bury my head in
My hoodie 
The goodies
Vs the food we
Ate
Forced me to swallow hate
L.A.U.S.D.
Meal ticket lunch 
How could you tell me
You know how it feels to be us 
That's what I used to tell father off
The petty things that bothered us
Looking back
I feel bad 
That I even brought it up
Son of a lawyer 
Who loved reading Tom Sawyer 
On Prozac
Making cash
With the taxi cab
It was confusing
The way we were moving
One bedroom apartment in L.A.
Then go on crazy vacas
Overseas 
The only thing
We know 
Enjoy the show
Front row tickets to watch the lion king
THEN front row tickets to watch the lion sing
My brother and I forced to see 
What the evening would bring
Pops go at maa
Oh lord allah
Protect us from this shit
Tried to close our lids
This ain't the show for kids
But we lived through it
The lack of fiscal means
Led to physical things
But we always had money
This nectar this honey
Was saved up
For better days
But wouldn't be used to save us
We lost our ways 
The truths that we live with
And the bullshit 
We live by
We never wanted distance 
Worlds collide 
And Men do cry
I saw being mixed
As being the shit
Then feeling shitty
No one to fully get me
The gritty 
Living room scenes
Occupy the screens
Of my dreams
You know the type of thing 
That rule when bed covers become king

BLOOD MOON BABY (2:06)

Blood moon baby I'm a grown man child (chow)
Blood moon baby I don't know you now
Blood moon baby I don't know where we go
Blood moon baby I ain't got no hold
Blood moon baby we all keep it real
Blood moon baby would you change how I feel
Kneeling on edge 
I got disease in my head
The greens are in a row
I loose all my hold 
Ear on the door
I hope my feet don't reach floor (flore-uh)
But my needs can't ignore (ignore-uh)
And I don't seem to grow up (groe-uh)
On time 
This ain't how we rise
Oh please stop it
I find meaning in watches 
The clothes are impeccable 
The clock hit that decible
Alarmed
Charms
Armed
With the charm
On and on and on
Till light hits the dawn
I've drawn
Conclusions
This dawn
Wash away illusions
Dish detergent 
Determined
To change pace
I had to reset faith
Still working on it 
I've been out and running
Loop de loops
Drooling over coups
That shit drive me crazy
Caking
Over frostings
The new sweets get exhausting 
Sprinkles and glaze
I need to change ways
This wasn't me before
My mind done went on tour (tore)
All of the allure (alore)
Of Unnecessary 
I pray I marry
My mind with content
Mix wine with contempt
And there you go
Another low
But you you and you
Got a better life too
It's always in view
For a year I took away screens
To appreciate scenes
In front of me
The pixels front on me
Make me think backwards
The smiley face laughter 
Get you stuck that chapter
Force you to play back up
Back up
And running
I'm plagued by the humming
Of metal
The ebb n flow
Of static
I pause for the dramatic
Blood moon baby fantastic

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*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we find ourselves making adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world.

These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share.

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave

This offering A POINT ABOVE featuring SOUR (00:40) & ICARUS LA PIGEON (02:35) is in the vein of what can be expected from our more traditional episodes; two or more explorations bound by the nature and vibe of the instrumentals that house these compositions. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

The music used in this content: EMOTIONAL FILM  is from SFRBEATS.COM. 

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come. 

SOUR [@ 00:40]

Cantaloupe yogurt and manuka

All this sweetness around you

And you still won't look up

Wooooo

The sound of thick sweetness

As we drudge through freedom

I don't make choices

Pass the extent of voices

That rope the decisions

I have driven

Through corrals of confusion

Is this the movement

Chest bucking

Head ducking

Man leave it lone

Words my father never realized

In a restless life

This ain't for him

We can't go in

Loops

Designed for coupes

As we steady truck along

Steady, steady is where we belong

Talk about ownership

You Talk about onus the burden

To which you were beholden

My own father labeled us as bastards

If that's how you see than that's how you mask us

Task us

As unwanted freight

As we begin to fray

Unravelled by the weight

Of your inability to wait

Patience isn't a part of your fabric

The cannons

Of your rage

Occupy our stage

But we continue to play

How many lines do we recite

Until we reignite

Uneasy moments that burn through this life

I don't have a spare existence

Tired with this current mode of livin'

Stop before you run us flat

We don't come into this world starting from scratch

The lead weights

Of continued fate

The cinderblocks of necessity

Dictate how you dress me

Robed in your fear

How do I allow life to come near

ICARUS LA PIGEON  [@ 02:35]

Steady child

I can't let you into the wild

Less for your safety

more for my peace

Piece  of mind

A piece of mankind

Piece of the pie

Take a slice out the sky

Bring it back home  

But I won't let you fly

I don't want your wings clipped

Thing is

Choose the feathers you wanna shed

Before you move ahead

Both eyes closed

Let the mind roam

There's more space in imagination  

The type of area to let free will in a nation

The closed doors take on the life of coffins

What goes on in

That arena

Requires clean up

Ardmore that ine bedroom apartment

The four of us were lodged in

L.A.

If you wanna know the way

Time I began to grip

That our ground could actually shift

I sift

Through routine

Pulling on the loose strings

Of recollection

The vaguer the memory the better the protection

It's a different type of low

Of a kind I can't let go

How can I give you more

When I'm empty in my core

The past fuels nothing

We've patrolled this dozens

Of times

Rechalking the outline

Of dead points

In the hopes argument will anoint

One of us ruler of I told you so

Hold

For the tisk tisk

Now ask

If we don't exercise risk

Then how do we lift

Chance

You know its possible to roll dice

On advice

We'll land

On gods plan

Seems easier to leave fault to sky

Than to burden

Your own person

With why

Heavy Heavy Heavy

Problems I got a bevy, ready, steady

Release

**

*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we find ourselves making adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

Email: [email protected] 

@NightWorldPod

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world.

These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share.

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave

This is a snippet, an offering from us at H V B R/Night World a Podcast of what is to come. This offering is called The 4 A.M. connect. This is not a full episode, it is a small sampling of what will be, come April 27th 2020. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

@NightWorldPod

[email protected]

The music used in this content is titled Berry Sweet it is from SFRBEATS.COM.

THE 4 A.M. CONNECT

This time I done it
No way around it
I rode the midnight hour
To the street light towers
Shower under beams
Where the trains claim queen
Step by step
I'll connect
The wreck
Of it all
Told you to keep tall
But you wouldn't listen
Listen
I dont speak for vanity's sake
Or maybe I do 
The hands are on the way
They'll connect with something cool
I haven't had a drink in two months and a quarter
And I believe a toast is in order 
So let's burn this bread
Take off the edge
Notice we dont play the balance game
The challenge we claim
On the the daily
Give rise to spacing
Step back 
Relax
The afternoon screams
At the morning, it was not pristine 
To think 
That anything is
Huh you must have lost your lid
Put a cap on that
I'll keep mine to the back
Let the bill(s) face something else
I'll face this shelf
So many choices 
And they all got voices
Walker 
Beam
Daniels
And other kings
You can rule tonight
Just dont rule my life
The metric
Of acceptance
Get lost with the pressing
Of glass to lips
The 1 am dip
Squatting by the bar
As I exercise my right to spar
Over politics 
That I don't fully get
Though I'll let the conversation flow
Cause shallow attention gotta certain glow
The dim lights get dimmer
As the new night shimmers 
Under bar lights
Might as well be star lights
Life
The raison d'etre
Got new ways to wreck it
Put life on top records
I slow up this pressure 
Use time as my leverage
I don't need acceptance 
So dont use it as weapon
A weapon
You don't know the boy now
You the one to avoid now
I ain't the one to hide out 
I give you piece of mind now 
After all that's been said
Should we really leave it resting on the ledge
The more you let these thoughts teeter
The less your mind becomes the speaker
Prisoner of choice 
Servants of the void
Take you back
To the jack
Fruit trees
Mangoes round my feet
I hear my grandmama scream
A ways a way
There's fish on plate
Though I cannot sort the bones
I need to eat to build mines strong
There's a long life ahead 
Rest mine on desk
Let the clock do what is does
Grow my hair hair thick like rug

****

*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we find ourselves making adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

*****

Email: [email protected] 
 

H V B R presents NIGHT WORLD

A Podcast.

Journey with us into BEING.

We explore existence through the lens of family, the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it- and how this relationship impacts us and our world.

These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between.

We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share.

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave

*** As we find ourselves floating in a sea of uncertainty, alongside everyone in this global community treading amongst the waves of disbelief and belief we find ourselves making adjustments to keep afloat. We have been unable to work within the recording studio to exercise edits, engineering and further recording, for this we have to delay our intended release date from April 27th 2020 to sometime in late May of 2020. We will continue to release a steady stream of bonus material (unrefined content) until we can officially provide you the listener with our intended vision of this podcast sometime in late May 2020. Thank you for listening and please continue to listen, it would mean everything to us if you could spread the words if you dig what you are hearing.

We will distribute our show in it's full format and episodes sometime in late May 2020.

Be safe & keep well,

H V B R

@NightWorldPod

[email protected]

*****

NIGHT WORLD A Podcast presented  by H V B R will be available to stream on April 27th 2020.

HVBR presents NIGHT WORLD A PODCAST.

Hi I'm ZAFIR CHOUDHURY and I am inviting you to journey with us into being, as we explore existence through the lens of family-the immediate family and the greater family that is the society and world we occupy and exist with. We are interested in how family influences us and how we inform it, and how this relationship impacts us and our world. These explorations come from our own lives.

This is a weekly podcast coming to you every FRIDAY. Each week we will deliver a piece of sonic art that will vary in form and time. The backdrop, the music that is our canvas will also be different every week. We want to take you on a journey, for this journey to be as fulfilling as possible it is important to us that we provide you the listener varied settings and scenery.   This podcast will pivot between spoken word & rap, while tiptoeing on everything in between. Each episode will vary in time ranging from 3-15 minutes. We hope you'll enjoy this journey we plan to take you on. Please share and like, and tell your friends to tell a friend.

Night World is written by 8tATE HYE & Zafir Choudhury, and performed by 8tATE HYE. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Our podcast is recorded at Night Sound Studios in Carrboro North Carolina.

Thank you for your time and consideration. Please like subscribe and share. 

The best way to support us is by spreading the word and sharing our podcast with those around you. We appreciate any reviews, you care to leave. 

Berry Sweet the music featured comes from SFRBEATS.COM.

*****

Email: [email protected]