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SKELETONS

by Malkovich Music

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Innerview 03:30
Triumph, tragedy, trials, tribulations lives, legacies, lies, transformation rhyme, melody, style, elevation mind, memory, salvation in the pursuit of peace, prosperity, release, relief 360 degrees, complete I speak wonder, secrete thunder each and every one of you I seek to reach the beat wash over your ears like water on bleached beaches imagination runamuck, Pits off the leashes it's either get ripped to pieces from the inside out or let 'em loose, tell the truth, each and every time I step into the booth elegant elocution, excellent execution, heavenfelt sentiment revolution in development with deadly intent I take it to any extent, any expense continue our ascent in any event, crash scenes, leave barriers bent money on my joint's money well spent experience, experiment, don't fear this, no hesitance the present tense is what we're dealing with, and you're feeling it, true this is the innerview, this is what we came to do, what it takes to break through communist politics, whatever I got I split in half and make two did the math in advance, I know what I'm up against I fill my tank and give thanks for every buck I get guns bust, another brother wet, wasn't me yet, and that's about as lucky as lucky gets and we blessed but still stress the B.S., I guess everybody's problems manifest and yes, I don't profess to be any less messed up than the next one deaf, dumb and blind in the mind, sometimes I just get numb thought I had my foot in the door, turned out to be my thumb found myself in a war i thought was already won and everyone's in it with me, and yall in it too the enemy moves quickly, and leaves few clues no more time for blame or shame or games, complaints just ain't gon' get you nowhere no more heretofore the issue is you, the issue is you this is the innerview, this is what we came to do.
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Old Soul 05:47
Burst out on the scene about four in the morning heard voices calling and started crawling towards them baby boy James, eight pounds, eight ounces another pea in a plastic pod surrounded by thousands destined for something, and all would hope greatness but by the grace of whoever's in charge we're all fated some don't make it, some get swallowed by self-hatred and the chosen few remaining shoulder the weight of a nation it's a new day, as you laid on a hospital tray DJ Kool Herc rocked the PJs with beatbreaks and PAs three quarters of the world is water, a girl is known as a daughter being a boy you're a son, so that's what we're gonna call you but no more time to explain where you are or why you came the movement's in effect, get in step, this is how you play the game carry yourself correct, always show respect don't neglect the ones you love and live life with no regrets when I came into the light there were a bunch of people grabbing me, they called themselves my family it was taken for granted these were folks who would catch a bullet to see me protected and on the same token the same of me would be expected and that respect's extended to anyone in my friendship unless it's senseless, moms said "use your head, kid we got a lot invested in you, don't forget this single parent, three dependents, this is my life sentence" if only one message of mine becomes embedded, let it be that life itself is the most precious of all possessions see, I owe my successes to these jewels I was blessed with she put it in me, I really can't take the credit I just venture on adventures with my bag of tricks throw 'em all against the wall, and see what sticks this is for the old souls, the solo is all we know souls a world of faces but we're still lone souls the people in our lives soon to be gone and the people who ain't here yet, but won't be long things keep changing and I rearrange with 'em. I leapt and caught a thought and let it transport me abroad humid Tunisian nights, white tunic clinging to the sweat in my pores cheap whisky and witty whimsy with a native missy playing soft-spoken till the room fills with smoke and I cough, choking woke up in flames, took a breath as if expecting this but now deep down, somehow feeling doubt I never did I roamed the realm in fits, saw my reflection through the mist and there I was, a little kid again, innocence in the flesh and it's picturesque what I pictured for myself just a white picket fence, a couple pictures on a shelf but now my life is something else and nothing seems secure things that seemed so clear before just aren't as clear anymore but in sickness and health, I take a dive and stay alive ain't no talk of suicide, it's do or die, truth or lie till a ray of light, undetected by the naked eye shines through the sky, taking me back through space and time and I could have played it safe, yeah, some moves were made in haste but I strayed away, and nothing we say can change a thing even if I had a chance to, I wouldn't trade my place cuz mad fools been laid to waste before getting to state their case so I kiss the floor when I wake up in the morning looking at my watch and it's about four again.
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Sinkorswim 02:19
A faceless man stands staggered paintbrush in one hand, pallette in other splattering every culture - I mean color! on a canvas, haphanded strikes unplanned, satellite unmanned paint contacts, expands and drips slow like raindrops on windows but the scenery's on top as well as below tremble tremolo, two-treble-o, deuce deuces bellowing over open archipelagoes and the record goes everything around me keeps going down and down but this ball of dirt keeps spinning round and round. Eight billion individuals sleeping and eating and living and dreaming and killing and stealing civilians, criminals, constants, variables morals, dismissing rules, normal, shit to lose barbarians, infidels, battalions, terrorist cells Isaac, Ishmael, crisis, morning bell kills, casualties, mobs, families bomb 'em till there's no more problem then build gradually over bodies of soldiers, property holders, peasants, presidents believed in God but life is not what He told us so people lay bedridden and wonder if the world is moving or their heads just spinning and in the interim, business is imminent militants kill innocents, citizens hunt immigrants the bigoted birth the ignorant cuz hungry babies make quiet little kids, confused adolescents and full-grown killers in a cycle of idle principles, mindless rituals a rhymebook of listless riddles and still we keep scribbling higher and lower and over and under and cover to cover and only to discover everything around me keeps going down and down but this ball of dirt keeps spinning round and round.
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Trippin 04:05
Sagging rear bumper and a frost exhaust AM radio and Maceo's playing 54th 2002 and we're still paying dues perfected the neck-sleep technique, on the snooze while my man Jay holds down the cruise control broken glass and ice, last night was rock and roll Wisconsin prom king screaming Rodney King wanna-be SWAT team gassing cats, happy Halloween Americana, same shit wherever I wonder Some spots are colder, and some mo' hotter DEA field day, can't find no marijuana got the potheads all wet under the collar but regardless, that got nothing to do with my product the shit sell itself, I ain't gotta do nada just make sure it's solid and polished and people can cop it and that's tax-free profit from their pockets to my wallet yall know what I'm saying, yall doing the same thing build your own circle and it all stays internal biters out the woodwork can't bust our sphere rubbing my hands, yall doing good work out here running the track alone's a mad-ass load, why get your back broke scratch our backs here, we'll do the same back home we can take this shit over like Tic Tac Toe and on that note I'm out man, gotta hit that road. Throw your hands in the air and keep 'em moving I don't know where I'm going but I know what I'm doing. NYC - whole different ball game people on the stoop, people in the hallway hard rocks on the block, bums on the subway everyone a hustler, man fuck your small change only big bills gon' buy that North Face then there's restitution, court case, yall know the drill cats in a short space all chasing the same nickel so it's straight overkill, fishhead, bloated gills just breathing in Brooklyn's like you're liable to trip a hair trigger mothers crying clear rivers, I kneel down wash my face in the basin, and take inspiration we can make it happen, it's all a question of pacing so every day we sway the BK, streets to PJs C train to the L.E.S. to meet the VJs real talking, you want it or you keep walking then my mind spits a vision of home I tell myself I got this far alone, might as well keep going Fast-forward, New Orleans, four in the morning, rain storming French Quarter orphans tapdancing for fresh quarters Gothic chicks snort, snicker and then hit the liquor Mississippi riverbank, sucking off her dealer listen close on a calm evening and hear the ghosts breathing faint gunshots and people in the hood screaming then I wake up in a cold sweat, though it's humid like things are moving so fluid I'm addicted to it my man sits me down and says don't worry yourself cuz having me here is like being yourself next stop ATL, steady on the bail coach class, toe back, enjoying myself. Throw your hands in the air and keep 'em moving I don't know where I'm going but I know what I'm doing.
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Train 02:29
Loping pallbearers, open caskets, this is life stripped down to the chassis we deal with all that was, all that is Bourbon Street heat, stormy night on the bayou "Typhoon weather" the man remarks as the lighter sparks sipping Maker's Mark as the train departs, my window's a slideshow I see trailer parks, babies playing in the dark eyes like glowflies, swaying through the marsh the old man takes two, coughs and looks off in the distance like he lost something out there and looking'll make a difference people catching each other's stares and flinching a boxcar of childless fathers, fatherless children skittering through the wilderness the train creeps the tracks like a heartbeat, making it hard to sleep the engine shrieks Neanderthal animals through the blue black I sit watching the admiral come unglued not sure when he was born, been through every war fought with the Spanish Armada, did Pearl Harbor, Desert Storm sailed galleons, commandeered battalions, fought valiant and now he just sits there stammering everyone laughs inside but he's just dealing ain't no such thing as crazy, he's just dealing this man here ain't crazy, he's just dealing went to sleep on his bad side and lost all feeling ain't no such thing as crazy, we just dealing a crowd of people face to face, just sitting on their way to their rented apartments for more sitting waiting rooms where they sit and wait to stop breathing and neighbors are strangers, you just hear 'em through the ceiling the occasional muffled sound, the television and it gets so lonely sometimes you wanna scream then the old lady sitting next to me starts speaking never loved a soul, didn't know the feeling was a dead woman's sister, a family man's mistress never loved her mother, her father, her own children and all you hear is... talks to herself cuz nobody else will listen spotted her in the street and they put her on medicine.
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Smoke everywhere, man, smoke's all I see smoke darkening the world, smoke darkening me fire burning, the lame get burnt to remains fire burning, those who remain dance in the flames men come to douse the blaze, just flesh and skin one blast, all you saw was the skeletons metal, tin, flesh and skin, life is everything beginning, the ending, it's life and it's everything. A leap of faith in deep space, freeze frame 2004 A.D., a strange beast in a weird place awake 20,000 years late shooting stars scrape scars on a night sky, bleeding rain on us walking red-spotted like we're in hospital garments it's pitch-dark in the tarpit, we bark in clipped parlance, begging your pardon, sergeant all I see is Martians and crooked arches flying carpets chasing iron starships passage six, man can see things that don't exist but can't comprehend a time before this, and so it is on the escape, cuz nothing is a mistake. it's ebb and it's flow, it's the head, it's the toes it's yes and it's no, it's friend and it's foe it's my arms and my legs, it's my heart and my head it's the start and the end, the darkness around the bend it's the land and trees, and the sand and the sea it's the hand on the key, it's the man you can't see it's love and it's hate, and it's bumps and it's scrapes and it's running a race with one foot in the grave sperm, dirt, muscle, earth, flesh, mesh, faith, fate create, erase, replace, change shape, same weight light steals water, water rusts metal kill a man and his body leaves a bed of rose petals animal, machine, planet, bone, steel, cold, steel veins, wires, fertilizer, eat your whole meal hear with these ears, step with these legs I breathe the night air and I'm aware something's up there I'm man, programmed with invisible hands mastered the codes of math and mind, still a pawn in the plan getting tired now and these legs are like toothpicks spark dying out but I keep moving injured I heal, threatened I run, cornered I fight tired I rest, threaten my kids, I'm coming for your head and when it's time to die I lie down and go to sleep cuz the Earth gotta eat.
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Eventually 04:43
I walk through life with my heart on my sleeve but yall women just rip it apart then leave don't let 'em tell you different, the shit is a game her loss but my bad, I didn't know we were playing don't ask why when you see the censored me instead of the James that remains in your memory he's no longer like that and never will be cuz honesty always gets me fucked up eventually. Mon cheri, when I see you I hear Stevie wonderful feelings erupt and seize me I'm trying my best to control 'em, believe me they came on so speedy it's almost creepy back when I was young I talked to women deeply where you see yourself at 60? what you wanna be? then around 16 the conversation turned sexual since then, been thinking with the head on my genitals but here we are, ma, wishing upon a star delving into ourselves, coming out with something raw and I reach so far, now it's a matter of the heart I kissed your stretchmarks, let you caress my scars now the focus switch from sexual to chemical attraction, passion, something everlasting feelings that I had tucked away for so long feelings that I thought were just about dead and gone if you're feeling the same way, you ain't letting on but then actions speak louder, no card, no flowers but my phone stays ringing... still, I'm a doubter at least once an hour's like I'm thinking about you instinct in this predicament's to let you in but conditioning in feminine ways tells me different a woman is a devilish maze and I'm an instrument made to be played, so I watch what I say don't give up too much, gotta walk that fine line between the loving touch and not giving too strong a sign cuz yall ladies been fucked, wined, dined and left behind screwed over blind until it's like you lost yall minds and I'm sure I've been that punk more than once, fine but with you I'm sincere, because you're one of a kind but lines like that probably come a dozen a dime and after all, who knows, you might be duping me so I keep my feelings tucked like a nine, but keeping them concealed is a crime so I'm calling time can't name the occasions I came in, guns blazing trying to speed it up when I should have been patient point taken, now I know to go slow but practicing what I preach is a different situation but I'm gonna try... but I shouldn't have to try... but I... I guess what I'm saying is I walk through life with my heart on my sleeve but yall women just rip it apart then leave don't let 'em tell you different, the shit is a game her loss but my bad, I didn't know we were playing don't ask why when you see me blowing in the breeze the head games'll never get the better of me I've always been like that and always will be cuz honesty will bring me my love eventually.
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Nighttime's when I see the memories I hear them all the time, night's when they manifest I lay in bed as they invade my head so real I can almost feel your flesh our lips locked as our fingers meshed I kissed your breasts like they were the last food on Earth left I stayed up while you slept to listen to your breath then I heard the sound of drums coming from my chest no rest, awake till daybreak, tongues exploring, tongues done talking mind is running, knowing that we've walked into something awesome, shunning caution aflame, amazed by the things that take place a present from heaven in a Venus-shaped case come to grace this lonely man's lowly space too much to take so I just gaze at your face as we lay waist to waist and you don't budge, you look straight back at me with eyes filled with love our lips touch like wet paintbrushes we kiss and hug and lick and suck and paint each other the same color candlelit, feeling like I'm dreaming, intertwined shadows creeping the ceiling we hold tight, you and me come, two become one as the moon becomes sun and after the rapture dies down, just like before we ever lied down I smile cuz I feel like I've found my soulmate, somebody that's mine now to share the sights and sounds with which life surrounds you make everything feel like the first time, you make me so happy it hurts to smile feels like we've known each other forever, so at ease I missed twenty years, one look put me up to speed and when we connect for that short time, everything against us floats out of sight, out of mind. Funny how me and you always equals deja vu more sleepless nights but this time no table for two and in the place you once laid your head next to me now lays the ghost that you left when you left it caresses me then off I doze into the cosmos, I'm on top, it's below biting my collarbone and moaning, then I'm woken by a phone that's not ringing a brain that won't stop thinking, a clock that won't stop ticking, waterdrops that won't stop dripping life wouldn't have been better if I never met you, the pain was worth it for the pleasure but now I'm left to wonder whether we'll ever be together am I just a dumb motherfucker for getting in the center of a man, woman and child situation so we weren't in relations, is there a place in that equation for me? am I the third leg awaiting amputation? Maybe but you made me feel like I had a stake and James needs no explanation I came too late and just early enough to get my heart taken of course I understand the other man has the upper hand he was your pat, chance flung him back like a rubber band I guess we both knew I'd have to go soon it just felt so good, we held on as long as we could and pray for a miracle, instead the unthinkable, rendering everything else miniscule sure, we had a bond, but yall bond was umbilical so I give you room, cuz I know how difficult it must have been to lose and the only thing simple about this whole issue is the fact I miss you. Some people come in your life for a reason have a little fun, make a point then leave and some people come and stick around for a season fade out before they go and get too deep in and then one person hangs on for the whole ride the lows, the highs, the ride of a lifetime I watch you stumble through the dark alone in the aftermath of the blast, trying to grasp for a hold and it's been a long road, twisted and cold you were 19 feeling like 90 years old but I want you to know that you've touched my soul something stronger than steel, more precious than gold it was true romance, crappy circumstance, still you walked with me, still you gave me a chance and for that I'm forever grateful, forever faithful, forever happy's what I'll make you but alas, no dice I guess, oh well, I tried my best, that's life I guess a whole bunch of decisions you thought you'd never have to deal with leading to a grip of positions you hoped you'd never be in and I know at times it's all seemingly meaningless but remember everything happens for a reason just never forget the feeling we give each other and I'll see you someday, one way or another. The same love that set me free is the same love that won't let me be to B. or not to B.... I guess we'll see.
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Beats like this remind me of '96 school days, when dookie braids were looking good on some chicks especially the girl next to me in my only yearbook flick, on picture day I ditched I was that rapping kid, always on the roam alone, bailing with his headphone on relatively well-known but kinda on his own zone just sitting round like I had it all figured out just counting down the days till I could bounce of course that was back when the homey was anybody who knows me we didn't know love so we didn't know lonely my skin was too thin for anyone to get under a tin man, blundering through an urban Wonderland see there's certain things you just gotta roll your sleeves and discover firsthand to truly understand and some more than others, so it seems so while I smoked weed and roamed the streets many of us ended up in some sobering scenes waiting rooms with a baby due, operating rooms, masked ladies draining .380 wounds interrogation rooms, looking at a case or two, cuz either end of a .380's the wrong end to be facing looking for the palace, still no sign of Alice and my hands are catching callouses handling all this baggage I gathered in transit and I don't mean the ones on my eyes, so since you're asking I don't talk to that girl I was with, and yeah, it hurts like a bitch and certain people ain't my homeys no more, and it stinks don't cut your toes off to fit someone else's shoes, but sometimes all our nails need clipping. Remember how we used to say our time would come someday? I guess that day ain't today, we're still on the runway and remember how we used to say we'd make it together? I guess along the way some ties got severed but whatever everything's perfect... everything's perfect. it's all about how you work it and for better or worse, it was all worth it.
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Homecoming 04:34
Left my house keys somewhere on the map, slipped in the back bags still packed, where everybody at? Zig-Zags and a big bag of shwag, I got the Popov and it's about to pop off on the porch, long shorts, loving the sun, got the boombox bumping that bump got me thinking on them days when we were just running to run searching for something, and now something's begun and to you, to the crew, what's new on the view we connect like two and two, my peoples through and through I got stories, I got souvenirs, and man yall ain't been through in years looking at you is just like looking through a mirror fat hats and slacks, I could never take that back to the life we chose, the life that chose us no regrets, no ifs, ands, and no buts. Yeah yeah make a joyous noise like this, give it up for some real life shit to the couch kids with sofabed dreams, dirty jeans and still living over their means and it seems money ain't in our genes, so we steam through throwaway schemes with a gleam like you don't know what they seen nothing happened but adaption, good or bad, action, it's gotta happen and I got something in me and it's gotta get out so either you're running with me or you gotta step out sometimes I can sit and smoke and drink and drown it out but tonight the voice is shouting and I can't turn it down if I hurt you in the process I'm apologizing now this ain't shit I talk about out loud No one to blame, how can I complain just jumped off the train and home looks the same eses and runaways at the station, and seen one cat I recognized from graduation and everywhere I go it's the same conversation "how you been, how you doing, what's the latest" "same shit as always, trying to make it" but this year I'm still here and it appears you're here again seen my boy behind the counter on some eight bucks an hour forty of every week for a small pile of powder seen my other dog, still on that heron, mad holes in his arms, smiling like nothing's wrong at the pad, staring at high ceilings and pipe dreaming trying to find reasons why we're in these tight squeezes some blame it on friends, some blame it on no ends and some stand up on their feet and start hustling for theirs named all the streets eyes closed on my ride home same spots I stayed posted at since eighth grade different kids, same lost look on they face (disappear) and all them girls who you knew would have kids had kids and everybody who you thought would do a bid did and everything I say or do is like deja vu man I've done it all before, everything at this stage, I've run it through the floor then I think about that kid who got killed in number four I think about Daoud and how his own pops popped him or Rafi, ending his problems with a shotgun so nowadays when somebody asks me how's things I say more of the same, man, can't complain to the life we chose, the life that chose us it's all good man, knock on wood.
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4am 01:40
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Empty 04:29
Hazy days, shady lanes, slight gains, major pains major pains, migraines, name of the game, you pay to play Sail away, take a night train, a flight on a plane watch life change, yet remain quite the same, it's kinda strange what can I say except what I'm saying, and what I'm saying is why am I saying this why am I saying anything far be it from me to think thoughts through thoroughly Ronald Reagan and Rosemary's ADD baby watched Pogo the Clown till I found out he was John Wayne Gacy loved John Wayne till I found out John Wayne hated me guess you thought after that I'd have gone insane, crazy but instead I got taste for complicated ladies and it's all related, says the therapist, sent in to help her deal with the rapist and the rapist is any man cuz we're all dangerous it could have been a reverend, it could have been a relative well, everything's relative just avoid relationships, stay celibate, take these sedatives to forget what a mess this is she walked in looking down but walked out looking up the hell with it, I'm interested in an expert's consensus so I step in, and attempt to craft my conflicting messages into something resembling relevant sentences I say "Nothing is definite, the uncertainty's deafening, life's a projector with no projectionist, left to spin" she sighes and replies "It's all about perspective. You're delicate, sensitive, why are you such a pessimist? You're so negative" I say "hell yeah I'm negative, I'm HIV negative and still scared as shit So what do you think? Maybe passive-aggressive or just manic-depressive or just anal retentive?" she said "You got some personal issues to make amends with. This is added incentive" and I said "aahhh forget it." I smell something rotten in the bottom of the garden something sodden, something downtrodden, lost and forgotten and nobody's acknowledging just how bad it's gotten we just keep a lid on it till the cogs in our brains start popping something in the air spreading like pollen I inhale the oxygen intoxicant and start coughing like... hard times bring out the dark side part silence, part "why"s that spark fires in my... hot flashes, time stops, crashs, into fragments of anger and anguish, realizing we don't understand shit about a damn thing on this planet we just adlib, frantic, try our best not to panic, and when it's all over then we assess the damage and it's nothing else than a classic reaction to rejection a period spent acting as if we're not affected followed by a hollow kind of feeling like a bottle minus liquid and mine was filled with spirits but now there's nothing in it and what's the fucking difference, the world'll keep on spinning (here we go) another scenario in this deadly merry-go-round to which we're indefinitely bound we carry every petty doubt and memory around in this fleshy old crown from belly to burial ground rendered in stereo sound, but can't we put some where they can never be found cuz frankly they're getting me down heavy and empty and running out of energy so gently but steadily the gauge on my left drifts from F to E ecstacy, dependency, what a tangled, mangled web we weave.
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Heads to the sky, semper fi, always simplify, Malky enterprise powderskin, forty moons under paraffin went madder than Malkovich, but I think I mastered it too much coffee in my saccharin zombies in the building lobby, they're after me a flash of diamonds, the light's so blinding four suits in sunglasses and moustaches kidnap me in the excitement slicing throats with Tyson's boxing license Vegas neon in the rearview, fuzzy dice swinging Gladys Knight singing and I'm catching a slight feeling spidersense tingling like Venom's round the next building 16 deep dishes aimed at Venus and all we're picking up is zeroes and ones and digital dust thought we caught a Jesus frequency in '63 turned out to be four stranded astronauts breathing deeply on CB we know about your little disappearing act a few Decembers back when the whole city went black thought it could have been electricity till nine fingers popped up in somebody's Christmas tree, and you're rocking a lone pinky hmmm kinda fishy... and with that he cuts the craps, fumbles in the dash, slides forward in his seat and pulls out a long needle, syringe to my cerebral I cringe and accept it as my face steels he says "tell us what you know or you go down" "I can't help it, it's genetics!" "You wanna take the long route?" he leans in, needletip piercing my skin I cursed God then a cold wind sends us in a spin flipping seven times, blood and twisted Michelin four crash victims, face all in the ignition slipped into the night... guess the old man wasn't listening.
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An audio novel of an old soul’s first 26 years of life as a young man on Earth at the turn of the millennium, the sixteen-track, hour-long opus is the bare bones of life, boiled down to the bare essentials of hip-hop music: raw, atmospheric beats and masterful, groundbreaking verses. Malkovich is an original: born overseas and raised in the Middle East, Mediterranean, North Africa and Europe, he’s a world traveler with a writer’s soul and a foreigner’s viewpoint, and has a slew of records dropping in the next year, every one of them 180 degrees different from the one before it. Skeletons is not an album about the rap life, or the drug life, or the club life, or the fast life. This is an album about real life - that funny, scary, happy, confusing, painful, glorious thing we keep waking up to.

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