Alexipharmic

Alexipharmic

BandHip HopSpoken Word

A zen buddhist rapping ferociously about forgotten societal issues, the triumph of humanity, and the beautiful struggle of life over majestic instrumentals. It's poetic hip hop with heart and purpose.

Biography

*American Beauty - Charted #8 on CMJ's National Hip Hop Charts*
*Top 10 on CMJ Hip Hop Charts for 4 weeks*

Much of Alexipharmic’s label debut, American Beauty, was written while on a 30 state, 10,000-mile road trip. Throughout the trek he carried a digital voice recorder, which he used to interview countless men, women, and children of all walks of life at each stop. Throughout the album’s 14 tracks, Alexipharmic weaves the broad spectrum of the stories he recorded on the road with his own, uniquely personal experiences. In addition, topics that are uncomfortable or taboo are constantly addressed, simply in an effort to encourage a more open dialogue. The result is an album that breathes with energy and ambition, and reflects the hopes, broken dreams, unity, division, optimism and voice of our current society through the eyes of the 23 year-old Pacific Northwest native.

Born and raised in Port Angeles, WA, before moving to Los Angeles, Alexipharmic immersed himself in the world of hip hop via YO! MTV Raps and cassettes of 2Pac, Nas, and Biggie, before picking up the pen at 13 and working to forge his own path. That journey has led him to slam poetry showcases at the famous Project Blowed, performances with musical icons Jurassic 5, Visionaries, One.Be.Lo, Sleep, Sweatshop Union, C-Rayz Walz, Vakill, and Grayskull, among others, and spearheading the national Save Darfur Tour. Behind all of the musical aspirations is a compulsion to use the music as something greater: to give back to the interwoven human condition. To that end, Alexipharmic has donated 50% of his musical proceeds to charity. To date, thousands have been raised for many worthy causes.

American Beauty marks the beginning of a movement. The album includes guest features from P.O.S. of Rhymesayers & Doomtree, Braille, Grynch, and Cas One, as well as immaculate production from MGI, Budo, Elliot B, DJ Figure, and Infekt. The album’s cover is a mosaic of indelible black and white pictures of homeless men and women from all across the country, joining together to make the face of America. Underlying this is the constant charitable center of Alexipharmic’s work, as the album’s Fall American Beauty Tour has partnered with Feed the Children and will donate 100% of the tour’s net proceeds to combat child hunger and homelessness in America.

Support for American Beauty:

- AWMusic.ca: AWMusic "Alexipharmic is that of what I remember hip hop being. A true form of expression with a message you can not only hear and understand, but also feel. It’s amazing to have these feelings come back…. Gives us hope for the state of music and our state of life."

- Fensepost.com: "Alexipharmic creates songs that seem to feel and breath a complete sense of impervious reality. You can drink his words like a fine scotch, or absorb them without discretion like a tall glass of PBR."

- Snobs Music: "Once in a while there's an artist that comes around with something different that warrants talking about. Alexipharmic and his new album American Beauty is one of those artists."

- Pigeons and Planes: "During each listen I got something different from his lyrics; that's what I like to call a jewel/gem."

- Vinyl Meltdown: "The album is full of buoyant, melodious beats that carry the listener from track to track without any unpleasant bumps along the way. If you can get your hands on this album, shell out the spare change that it’ll take you to buy it. Good music plus a good cause? ‘Nuff said."

Lyrics

Run

Written By: Alexipharmic (ASCAP)

Six AM sunrise shine, define through my eyes/
As I dust off the memories of my second life’s lies/
Another Autumn day forgotten, coalesce and fade away/
Start to shimmer with vibrance, vacate, then fade to grey/
So I run…I run away

I run until it feels as though my toes will fall off/
Until it seems that they’ve been covered up in frost and then lost/
I run until the year is 1998/
Standing in the oval office, beg Clinton to vacate/
Prevent the trip from being taken down to the cigar store/Prevent Bush from ever getting his foot in the door/
Inform Bill of the next years of Hell he’ll unleash/
Should Republicans ever find the stains on the sheets/
Armed guards start towards me, each one drawing their guns/B.C. turns to me and tells me “You’d Better Run”/
So I…I run…

I run until it feels as though my feet are on coals/
Until it seems I have no arches, til I burn off my soles/
I run until the year is 1971/
In the Vietnam jungles, looking out for Vietcong/
Bodies bloodied and bare, strewn about on the ground/
Mortars drop through the air, silence screams all around/
I place my hands on the eyes of ‘blessed’ soldiers still alive/
The images of war wont always burn in their minds/
Behind the enemy lines, separate from Patrol One/
The soldier in the foxhole screams, “You’d Better Run”/
So I…I run…

I run until it feels as though my knees are split in half/Like for hours I’ve been using a concrete hackey-sack/
I run, I’m in Versailles, the year is 1919/
Tell Italy, France, and England the future I’ve seen/
I beg them not to be egomaniacal pricks/
To look further down the road, not for a simple quick fix/
Let Ho Chi Min in, treat Germany better - no question/
And effectively quell decades of war and oppression/
I’m drawing blank stares from the leaders that have won/
Woody Wilson turns to me and tells me “You’d Better Run”/
So I…I run…

I run until it feels as though my shins are caved in/
And I haven’t got a clue how I’m running or standing/
I run, and now the year is 1618/
I’m standing on the shores of Angola between/
The first Dutch trader to turn African’s into slaves/
And the first potential slaves that I’m destined to save/
I tell him no way in hell he’ll take these people today/
And he gets on his ship, never to come back, and sails away/At this point my body's numb, but with countless deeds undone/
Get up, dust myself off, and decide I’d better run/
So I…I run…

I run until it feels like my legs are spaghetti/
Until it seems as though my tank has been perpetually empty/
I run, and the year is 14 hundred 92/
I’m on the lone maiden voyage, sailing the ocean of blue/Columbus’ crew crouches, crowded, shrouded, covered in small pox/
Disease infested rats crawling in the pine box/
Split second before the never seen land peaks/
I drill a hole in each ship so every last one sinks/
Save the natives from decimation, I stand beneath the sun/
A voice in my head tells me “You’d Better Run”/
So I…I run…

I run until it feels like my lungs will collapse/
Until it seems as though I’m forever on eternal last laps/
I run, it’s only one day prior to year one/
Hour before the last supper of supposed God’s Son/
Stop Judas from betraying, keep Jesus alive/
So all can see that true God is really found on inside/
Jesus no longer a martyr, now a simple prophet/
No more future crusades…I ceased it, I stopped it/
Pontius Pilate peers perplexed at just what I’d done/
Sets sprinting after me, shouting “You’d Better Run”/
So I…I run

I run until it feels though my heart will implode/
Like my blood’s reversed direction, ‘til my heart explodes/
I run I reach a time before time was invented/
Before the modern man hustled, before the earth was indebted/In the land of the Sahara, the first prehistoric man/
Sits next to me in awe, in his little plot of sand/
Displays to me the genesis of modern bombs and guns/
I look at him, sullen, destroy every single one/
Then, completely content with just what I had done/
I sit down on the ground, I no longer have to run

© ALEXIPHARMIC (ASCAP)

Summer

Written By: Alexipharmic (ASCAP)

They say there's fewer sounds sweeter than the tone of children's laughter/
It captures men’s hearts - proof life ends happily ever after/
And at eight years old, in the sunshine, a princess/
Held access to the fairy tale to be her sole witness/
Hop scotch on the block in the hot Chicago sun/
Double Dutch, selling lemonade til the day was done/
Summer's world shone bright, despite never knowing her biological/
Parents that placed her in a dumpster near the hospital/
Nurse Jones raised her right, and did all that was possible/For a woman of sixty-five that had her own life's obstacles/Provided all she could afford, "a Ford" pickup and a tenement/
Clean clothes, food, medicine, all bought for Summer's betterment/
Hesitant to let her out on the sidewalk alone/
For fear of what was on the corner a few steps from home/
But seasons change and it seems to have shown/
She couldn't protect Summer when she was full grown

Summer breathed Winter in the chasms of her nose/
Spring up for passing seconds, Fall down from an overdose…(4x)

Sixteen, prom queen, pristine, stayed clean/
Never mixing with the vagabonds that rolled with dope fiends/But the winds of autumn came, and like the colors that changed/
Summer’s interests, hobbies, and priorities re-arranged/
Peer pressure never phased, but validation was a problem/
In order to stay on top she had to go to the bottom/
To compromising situations, giving body and soul/
For the goal of keeping Nurse Jones warm in the cold/
After six months of fighting, Miss Jones moved on/
Took a breath, winked at Summer, closed her eyes, and was gone/
And Summer tried to stay strong, stayed in school, fixed her focus/
But unpaid bills culminated to an eviction notice/
Now homeless and hopeless, wandered – darkness on the streets/
Looking desperate for a job to get her back on her feet/
But no one hired a 16-year old dropout with a halo/
She continued the march with the other broken-winged angels…

Summer breathed Winter in the chasms of her nose/
Spring up for passing seconds, Fall down from an overdose…

Now Summer’s slowly dying – see Summer’s soul was trying/
To break out of the bonds, become a sun again, shining/
21, collapsed veins, powdered bloody nose, a shattered frame/The remnants of her memories keep her mildly sane/
Summer’s pastime was passin time by talking to herself/
Amidst the heckles of the passers-by , her muffled cries for help/
Fell onto deaf ears, out of the mouth of babes/
Came the echoed only, lonely cries no one wanted to save/Though Summer’s stomach showed no signs of having amniotic fluid/
Third trimester rolled around, and through it all she was clueless/
Until she woke up in the same hospital she was abandoned/Being told “Push” by doctor’s and the voice in her head that demanded/
She make it through to see the splinter in the dark/
A new start, new purpose, new woman, same heart/
And through her next 50 years of life, ‘til her eventual death/
There was never a sound sweeter than her child’s first breath…

And the Fall of Summer into Winter’s darkest of days/
Ended when Summer realized the Spring’s sun-rays…

© ALEXIPHARMIC (ASCAP)

Sun

Written By: Alexipharmic (ASCAP)

You've heard it said, “life you love it to death”/
And truer words were never spoken from the breath of this chest/
Envelop stress and give goodwill to the rest/
Put the limits to the test just to spit this for the blessed/
I digress to this message in a movement to address/
My quest is to reflect life's compassion and respect/
To show it's possible to crest the apex of what's best/
Cause society has gotta be better than this mess/
And move it forward through the storm to see the future’s sun next/
And prove it’s nothing but a momentary form to be trekked/
I’m not impressed with those who continually neglect/
And repress their fellow man to keep their own goals abreast/
Nevertheless – never be kept in check/
In the end you’ve got your back cause life’s a game of chess/
A contest that traps unless you protect your neck/
And spread wings like a caged bird flying out the nest/
I must confess…

Chorus:
Put your palms in the air and reach em to the sun/
That illuminates the paths that our lives may run/
Cause the beauty’s never done, it’s just constantly movin/
This is the music for the midst of revolution…

This is for the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, overpopulated/
Those destined to succeed to show it’s possible to make it/
Those prayin on their knees when it’s too tough to face it/
I’m helping to believe given strength to embrace it/
Time is temporary – no longer can we take it/
For granted or bury dreams deeper than basements/
Life is a gift and we often disgrace it/
By looking for diversions and distractions to replace it/
…so this is love at its most basic/
Giving more than you’ve been given to the human race with/
The passion and desire to alter our fate with/
The power to move toward the promised land that we’ve chased it’s/
For the kid who’s in it just for the taste with/
The knowledge it’s impermanent but nothing will change it/
Life passes fast – the choice that we’re faced with/
Is whether or not to cease the moment we’re graced with/

© ALEXIPHARMIC (ASCAP)

American

Written By: Alexipharmic

The rich get richer and the poor stay stuck
And in the big picture we all turn to dust
And all of us claim the system’s corrupt
And all of us scream “In God We Trust”

Eyes open, the American Dream
Where the sun beams to the beauty in between
The roots that make this whole life pristine
The corner to the countryside, peasants to kings
The 40 some million stonewalled from health care
And liberal millionaires advocating welfare
Pro-life “rights” supporting capital punishment
And apathetic college kids who whine about the government
Til…

The rich get richer and the poor get stuck
And in the big picture we all turn to dust
And all of us claim the system’s corrupt
And all of us scream “In God We Trust”

Born from the blood, sweat, and tears of immigrants
And the stardust that gave us our innocence
The downfall’s the colossus of war
Where we don’t have a clue what the hell we’re fighting for
How many more Atefahs is it gonna take
Til we open our eyes and realize that hate
Is not our necessary fate and take responsibility
For the world we wanna create, it’s not a sin to be
Whatever you are – don’t be a wannabe
All you gotta do is be what you wanna be
And bend with the shots in a land where Tarantino’s
Deified and sex is evil
I’d rather have my kid make love for a living
Cause that’s a lot better than making a living killing
How we treat our troops’ homecoming is evidence
We need to go back to holding memories like elephants

© ALEXIPHARMIC (ASCAP)

Life

Written By: Alexipharmic

This is our lifetime and there’s no time to fake it
Take it back when it’s been stripped away, it’s up to us to make it
Don’t mistake that as permission to degrade
Other people cause humanity is really at stake
This is not a dress rehearsal - no promise of the pearly gates
Spend each minute livin – you can rest at your wake
And if sleep is the cousin of death then life’s brother is awake
Every second that a new dawn breaks
We arrive into this world with our eyes open wide
And they must stay so to let the beauty pour inside
Of the window to your soul as a single pane frame
Light works both ways and we all play the game
The reason that we’re here is the sacrifices made
By the legends of the past on this sphere paved the way
So today is all that’s promised and it’s never coming back
The future’s enigmatic and it stays like that
And we can either stay trapped or acknowledge the fact
That death’s breathin down our back like a hypo in hazmat
Flashback days when you danced in the sun’s rays
A child with a shoulder turned to the nay-says
Dreams are beacons for a head in the clouds
And the knowledge of arrival keeps the feet on the ground
Stand proud amongst doubts and return to the essence
Of the clear-headed fearlessness, pre-adolescence

Chorus:
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And if it is I’ll sleep forever in the beauty that it brings
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And if it is I’ll sleep forever in the beauty that it brings

And every second that elapse on this eventual path
Is a chance to grasp at eternal presence that lasts
To freeze sand in the glass in the moments that pass
To kick death in the ass and keep the future from the past
And everything you’ve wanted in this journey will be yours
Cause everything you’ve needed’s right there on the course
And the destinations here – have zero remorse
If opportunity went knockin on heaven’s doors
…and remember to breathe
As mechanics leap quantumly at light speed
Life needs nothing more than to understand some lessons
Don’t have answers like rhetorical questions
The meaning that you find is what you decide
To echo through eternity in what you leave behind
This design’s not immaculate, but discover you
Are no less cosmic than the stars or the moon
Now’s the only moment in the process that’s promised
To hell with burnin out – shine like a comet
Understand the voyage can be cold
And, in the end, you’ll leave how you came in – alone
But nothing’s ever gone and nothing disappears
They just attain a new definition of “here”
There’s no need for fear – the finish don’t exist
As lips breathe life when the sky’s bliss is kissed

Chorus:
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And if it is I’ll sleep forever in the beauty that it brings
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is just a dream
And if it is I’ll sleep forever in the beauty that it brings

© ALEXIPHARMIC (ASCAP)

Discography

Alexipharmic - "American Beauty" - LP - Release Date 4.7.09

*Charted #8 on CMJ's National Hip Hop Charts*
*Top 10 on CMJ Hip Hop Charts for 4 weeks*

Alexipharmic - "The Good Side of Bad: Vol. 2" - EP - Release Date 12.2.08

Alexipharmic - "The Good Side of Bad: Vol. 1" - EP - Release Date 6.10.08

Alexipharmic - "Run" - LP - Release Date 3.28.06

Available at www.cdbaby.com, www.amazon.com, iTunes, and over 50 digital vendors.

Set List

Here Comes Alex - 1:00
Live - 2:30
Push - 2:00
Teachers - 1:30
Troubadour - 1:30
Cupid - 4:00
Sex - 2:30
American - 3:00

Set time - 15-20 Minutes (Short Set) / 30-45 Minutes (Regular Set).