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Stories From The Bridge

by Castel

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1.
So this is what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna Bring it back to the form, back to the form, yeah we bring it back A little taste of what’s coming up, what you’re in store for You know, older techniques, makin it new again Sample, cut that shit up off the pads You know bang it back Trigger style so we get that trigger old school feel We know where it’s goin, you know where it’s headin Back to the form, back to the form, yeah we bring it back PadKontrol, Castel, get that sound control, that real shit, real dirty Slavin at home on the beats, tryin to get this out Spent every cent that I got on nothing but music Give a fuck about anything else Bring it back to the form, back to the form, yeah we bring it back Yeah, lets do it!
2.
Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re in for a special treat, make no mistake It’s the perfect channel, feature program You’ve just tuned into the stories of Castel Listen, this is my mics tale I was born in 97 N S Wales, stale spot on the rack no heaven just a dusty shelf My face pale, no recollection of conception, I’ll hale the first face whoever shows me affection a skinny kid on a Lismore street, all I had to do was peak bright sun glimmer and reflect it in his soul he set his sights high, he required the right to express what he wrote in his writes Finally I’d found my father, my package discarded Shine of my chrome twinkled harder on the retina of my owners dome A martyr, he recited rhythmic letters at home Dude did his homework spoke to me like a phone till he had foam Frothen from the mouth he was zoned A mishap smashed teeth, now he need a loan To cap a crown, a chipped tooth you know aint a stone His capillaries shattered, snap celery stoked Fires energy roamed, remedy style original sewn Who would have known but here we are though, yo (Chorus) This is the story bout a mic way back in the day The fable rested on the fact that his owner had paid Life dues to spit prolific magic rhymes Content derived from horrific tragic times Light through air waves, past the bland haze He and his mic formed a pact the rock the band stage First music education Introduced to heavy metal, my capsule was thrown Like a spaceship breakin mach 3, an arrow bein bowen from stage to stage I projected a blaze horrific screams through my grill this man Dane was slave ……driver Ball and chain my mic chord slayed, I need a break This battle botched, I need a new date Blood on my body babe, freedom fighter freaked out Swan dive in rage, fighter heat full of flame My owners neck ripped with scratch blood, bouncer detains Back stabbin in the shadows away from the rays The band breaks up then the dream just fades I was forced to hibernate wishin visionary days were on Back in my case, stark sight, long dark lonely nights Held myself tight full of fear, no warm gear My metal frosted clear, it was over! Go so, go so, go peak He’d figured it out the direction we’d be spittin in Dynamic duo better than ever I leak through speakers My owner proud clever with my signal flow feature Castel wearin a headset like sneakers Poetics placed rhyme schemes delivered seamlessly Frenetic flows that go so in tune with the rhythm of a beat being blown No more manic melt downs crisis averted All new shows, the man has all new flows, a curtain Lifted, dreams ignite once again To spit prolific magic rhymes and ascend Turn to blowin minds, crowds full of cheer People formin lines just to come and hear The (all new light in) His lyrical spears like bamboo sticks piercing your ears Burn char kinetic, so you know we’re here We know we’re here now, you know we’re here now Chorus Castel, it’s my mics’ tale!
3.
Round Again 04:09
Yeah yeah, this is the nt2a check, check 1 A parable lives in my mind, collect the debt thick Heavy weight like blue mammal in moby dick Sharp whitted symbol like Pitt Climbin bean stalks bigger than Jack Figure the fact from fiction It’s sometimes hard to decide While layin ill over the beat Not like sick patients A dude splittin his lip from spitin full weight and Theres no vacance, tryin to make it apparent Stressed and confused like the foster parents I’m wearin a fine classic design style File me by the pile of winners on trial Makein them beats worth while Thrown them fuckers in the trash pile Those who have non versatile content from which to speak on We peak on speakers, DB features, leakin power volts out the wall, we seek and destroy, throwin em over the back new poison plots with old grit, stacked up to make a seasoned track. (Chorus) Back round again, back round again Come back, come back round again Dirty beats, back round again Old school shit come back round again Reflect the real back round again. Fuck Young Divas and Fuck Aus Idol Need more decipals to shoot lyrical rifles Receive a slug in the brain Shower word bullets like rain, the force of Mcbane pumps back Shootin you poachers from the platter Takin the cake and makin music that doesn’t matter Yeah, you slack as a matador Fuck a whole country up like Exxon Oil did to Ecuador How many be in the same boat? Feelin like I feel jugular caught, slashed throat throwin over board like Indoes, guard boarders like gringos stray string goes, flow fly like flamingoes A Fist Full of Rages’ Steal 92 debut, churnin a wheel against the motion of the machine Deemed to be a clash so this notion will smash Straight through the eyes of the feeble Chorus Don’t sulk, stand up, fortify your manner Glorify my band, we hulk like Eric Banner No one would even mention that your style is controlled Hole in your product mould, your label is sold……out Paper fold in the pocket for gold Trick a platinum album check sale down for the old Dinosaur pushin buttons, your diggin a hole Nose runny, flu bound yo you catchin a cold a virus end, a virus end Repair for the fair yeah ya hearin the sound Garlic lemon honey juice squeeze throatin it down I need your help, now choose which side is the right And we’ll fight till the end of the light, yeah Chorus
4.
Searching 03:40
Somewhere, searching Searching through the forest I see nothing but honesty Free the mind and chill back to now, I try constantly To switch the cortex, we ride on the front of the push All time, sit on cushions and shush For a second, open your mind Read signs like omens got limited time If you’re ready to expand follow me for the trip Loosen grips then sip on the spiritual hit When the wick’s lit candle stick shine Time to harpoon the heavy matter, beat fat and we fly Peer in windows for new view, do with what we got Clocks tickin revolution of the sun blot is hot Cut the key for the lock, dream is destiny but many forgot And forget treble clef with alphabet make beautiful thread Add a little duet, now mood change like the sunset Chorus (Neha) Somewhere I will see (Castel) Take the scene set high so we push for the ride (Neha) Somewhere I will see it, the new now. Everything, everything feels hollow without connection, connect Umbilical stretch, feed the flex I bet you won’t regret when you get the right mind set what gives worth? The birth of a moment! We’re honing like a missile in air just to be shown a moral code And write ethic reps in a flow, want me to show I’m searching for the positive growth, my people (my people) Sequels in the coming years determine the smile or tears We equal embrace your peers Eliminate deceitful gears, get clear, the sheer volume of it all Pass Pythagoras hear music of spheres, get weird Come on, push the envelope, thought that is free Give me the wheel I steer you sit back and just breathe Search connect re establish the step Reiterate the right message so we’re down for the next I checked the specs, this is what you need to stop the bleed Reflect like the sunset Chorus (Neha) Something has opened up and I feel it coming over me Something has opened up and I’m breathin, yeah, I’m breathin now Something has opened up and I feel it coming over me Come back and bring me home Yeah, that’s cool, it’s laid back
5.
We took a sunset view Sparkle lit spree runnin the breeze Finally free, got a scope on the future to be With you and the feed Is non stop pop to the top of the shock Smile scene release dream start stunning and beam Highest points where your mind can just gleam Got a steady heavy heart steam Sugar for you I’ll be cream Seen sad shit pourin in streams a bad theme Kitten make it clear, a pleasure to see Read these words I heed to the fact In this world it’s a gift to ever feel it in tact Looking forward to every breathe I see you take in your step Yeah, together’s meant to be like melodies on a clef Like kissing clouds you say, similar lips Fine wine givin sip, recline the right way getting to strip Spine sway, pure state while we play Best sex, non rest and request a song set Chorus (The first time) We took a sunset view I knew you were one to persue Glisten in the air like our New Farm particle stare Cross dimension, connection, I mention the rest when Face to face millimetres apart I smell the scent of your skin and feel the beat of your heart Glisten in the air like our New Farm particle stare Feels right, start a journey and share Takin new frames make the machine snap Capture moments stature with my Kodak Take it to print, now we got proof Shakin inside how I got to Heart on the line but sign do show who I should proceed to, lady it’s you I’ll be the first there front of the line just to be true Earth cycle, gaze at orbit of the moon Hands lock unison, sparkles fly and we glue Sunshine eye to sunflower through Shade of your lashes, the flash soon recaptures Another moment that we spend in this time I wouldn’t want another other to be written in rhyme That’s my style loyalty plus a T for the Trust Must believe I never deceitfully cheat for the lust That’s really just how it is, from my soul it’s a script A 36 zero degree spin to fit (See the design) See the design first nine of June prime Combine and on the tenth I vent givin you all mine I spent nine lives waitin for right kinds It meant you were sent to compose me Chorus Sparkle lit spree
6.
Stories from the Bridge high burn World turnin’ and people hurtin’ need to be heard Nightly news team, beam research report Call made international instant message is sort After by the wheel churnin’ out the money for talk A hundred thou dead, bled, next package is broad cast Faster than last century data could blast Part cold class, how we like the drama to spark. Channel switch, contrast poor to rich Hollywood media dyke yappin’ to fix fame Lame takes with no one to blame But herself for the things she had to do in the game Where’s your brain or did your proper thought retract Slack personal battles by the cattle that pack Peer pressure lonely measure, fluent flu it spreads The bridge bellows by another story begins (Pre) War torn earth, green faded Mine product, boost stock, company weighted Hospital sick kids, politic fibs The gap burns bigger with the poor and the rich (Chorus) (Beamed out, stories from the bridge) I remember Tales linger longer gonna turn and send a message hit back Think of all the shit inside the world And be happy that for right now ya still in your world I met a guy with a severed eye knowin’ he was bout to die Sayin’ to appreciate your time so I hold it close Every heart beat, whether it’s steep or flat Keepin’ it cheap’ll only cheat you in the trap. Night and day, most of the coast strangled by storm communication delayed Liquid descend and shower to mend Hydrogen two oxygen stew leant Reflourish sweet south east corner of state QLD John Schluter weather wet at his feet Hectopascal, barometric pressure decrease Back to Kay with a plasma disaster treat Imagine pristine weather, cirrus cloud wave Smeared tether from the sun and it’s flame Distant set, take the scope, size great claim Stalk and perch prey upon rocks like a crane Canary island explode to atom react shame Foreign ruler reign southern hemispherical frame Pacific stripped, pointless aim, horrific hit I wonder why we trip and why the hell do we do this shit. (Pre) Next glance Nikkei to Nasdaq, finance statistic trippin on a bad track Sad sack, I should have invested in gold, sold my soul for a bullion cube money evolve share price two points up now six points down who really gives a fuck if you’re stressin the pound or dollar wallowin’ pity maybe the city stiff collar swallowed your house strip back debt following frown. (Chorus)

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Next Level Hip Hop incorporating sound design, samples and organic recordings with traditional mpc style triggering. This ground breaking producer teams up with Clay-Tone on Turntables to deliver smooth bangin beats and unique sonic elements.

Castels' debut EP release 'Stories From The Bridge' is a fusion of hip hop styles with positive progressive lyrics.

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released June 15, 2009

All songs Written and Produced by Castel
for Beat Treat Productions.
Turntables: Clay-Tone = Tracks 3,4,5 & 6.
Keys: Callum Galloway = Tracks 1 & 6.
Additional Vocals: Neha Kent = Track 4.
Mastered by Mathew Gray
for Mathew Grey Mastering

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