Awkward Landing

Awkward Landing

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Native subterreanean language majors painting anguish for the mainstream and their advocates over cranium bangin canvases- Awkward Landing is...

Biography

Rock n' Roll!!!!!! For everybody that is bored with hip hop, this is for you!!!
"Quite possibly the best live act in Boston" -Weekly Dig
"Boston's top ten group to look out for in 2007."- Boston Phoenix.
"If you didnt know any better you might have mistaken A.L. for the headliners at New York emcee Cage's gig...this week"- Chris Faraone, Boston Herald
"Hip hop artistry is at the core of A.L., and their energetic and charismatic show which is why they have been rightfully marked as one of Boston's rising star groups."-Brian Coleman hip hop historian. author of "Rakim Told Me", "Check the Technique".

“What’s Eating Awkward Landing” was released to rave reviews. Labeled impressive and given 3 ½ out of 5 stars in URB Magazine, A.L. utilized this exposure burning down venues across the East Coast. During the next two years A.L had the pleasure of sharing the stage with the likes of Rahzel, Gift of Gab, Kool Keith, Aceyalone, Zion I, Z Trip, Murs, Cage, Ed OG, D Block, La Cosa Nostra and more.
The two emcees are considered by critics, fans, and fellow artists as two of the best in the city. The production is refreshing and different. Thier dj was the N.Y. city DMC champion at 17 yrs old. That should be reason enough to at least check these guys out when they visit the planet again.
Currently A.L. is on the moons of Jupiter creating there new brain kill. An album without a name, it includes collaborations with Amp Live of Zion I, Joe Beats, Esoteric and more. Set to be released in late 2007, heads are waiting for the Apocolypse. AWKWARD LANDING is going to keep rockin' until they actually see someone's head blows right off their body at our show. I'm talking about spontaneous combustion. Until then they work extremely hard for the love of our culture and for the fans waiting for something to wake them up again. Awkward Landing, Spokinn Movement, Dewy Dezimal...Semantics Family Tree. F@#k any DJ that don’t spin wax! Thank you.

Lyrics

"Hope"

Written By: J.Ring of Awkward Landing

Hope.
I'm hoping.
Behind all my explinations, sermons, and speeches.
Shit, each is own to me. But I wont pretend to comprehend my maker or even relate to him, and don't tell me you can.
See, truth is I been on the pier all day catching sharks kid, what boat did I miss?
God knows I'm not the child of a lesser and don't pretend to know their pressures but I won't judge myself in the house of a suppresser.
Though the question gets me stressed like breadwinners in depressions.
Fuck them and their lectures, for or against it!
I'll sternly spit that at a hypocrite with out the slightest change of expression.
Yeah I hope to be at heaven's gate one day telling fake stories to new fish about legs being lost by shoe laces getting caught in the escallator up, 'till St. Peter chaces me off.
I fear his bite but I found it was mainly just bark. But maybe it's not. Maybe my conscience is his presence and he's set up shop.
But that explination's just got no foundation.
And for some reason I seem to need another sea to be parted or at least one cup of water to be turned to wine at a party.
Then I'll be first in line like "i'm sorry."
"I was just using the mind I was given and tangible evidence from the scientific times that were living in to guide my opinion."
So what are they saying? Is destiny driving? Is this shit mapped out for me? Am I in the passenger's seat? Shit! Can I fuck with the radio at least?!
Or am I doing 90 down thw high way with a cop on my ass and a body in the trunk?
All because "faith" was short for "just in case" where I'm from.
Now I'm back to square one with my self-medicating dope- Hope.

-there is a second part to this song when you are ready. thank you.

Solitude

Written By: Jeremiah Cyr/Jason Ring Awkward Landing

"Solitude"

(Ring)
I like these four walls and theyre caving in close...
solitude with the witch, scoop the brew for the toast...
I love these four walls like this, I've worked it out again...

(chorus)
Seconds die on the time we got, mischief pries all night at the locks...
I havent seen the day in one year or one change in your fears...
Who told the servant that his place was here?
Seconds die on the time we got, killers pry all night at the locks...
I havent seen the day in one year or one change in your fears...
Who told the servant that his place was here?

(Ring)
Shut 'em out 'till the medicine works right!
I'm locked in...I spent the night, night, night sliding into consciousness...
Finding purpose with each stroke of her soul...
Rode her home whispering love in obvious sexual overtones...
I bathe in the brilliant blue her ocean holds
Hold her close, fish for pearl with the tongue and decode the moans
Hands slap at my glass like the wrath of the living dead
But preparation gives the f$k when lady luck's giving head
Alone at last, peel the skin back with broken glass bottles
With the light in my face and the past pulling at my shadow we move out

(Normal)
Clear me the skies, just ley me fly with the eagles
Seein farther I fly, closer I reach to my peoples
Pain I analyze, no longer seems to be lethal
And in time you'll know why slates get cleaned before the fetal
Lock me up and swallow the key, skeletons now hide from me
Sheep and wolves in sheep's clothing see a rabbit up my sleeve
Off in my barren ocean carcasses dot the sea
Ignore the rotting corpes, let em live in my memories
Listen to the leaves, I hear wisdom from the trees
Excuses on the breeze breathe...alright!
Banish me to Elba, nothin more than I can tell ya
Found peace in Helter Skelter, now prisons are my shelter, Cmon!

(chorus)
(na na's)

(Ring)
Baby, it aint you, our fire aint faded at all
and I aint got flesh waiting
I just feel like peeling paint from the walls
Burn the cabin fever high, halucinating on God
It's the praising of product born of thought so minimal
That made the square feel he fit the trip in a vessel this spherical
Secluded beach skin dips, waves they hit in intervals
My sea gets to raging in self-interviews
See me? I got a grip on God's gift with grattitude's glue
It's revelations toward absolute truth- alright!
But within the pack, it's brain decay
What can I say? Sometimes the f@$n' flock just gets in the way

(Normal)
Late nights with your boogeyman, cant ignore the battle
Mirrors speak in foreign tongues, shake hands with your sweaty shadow
Mad cattle grazin, saddles tied, lead unamazing lives
Blank stare, unaware, that answers lie inside of there
Sarmad taught me everything, epiphinies and ideas
Infinite, invisible wisdom, whispered in my ear
Candor reappears, truth can only be remembered
Rekindled by burning embers, bleeding through destined elders
There's something in the attic, frantic go to nail it shut
I leap up in the darkness, offer peace and a Honey Dutch
Might find a bloody glove, all the demons will be leaving
Any means nescessary, believin is dream weavin, Yeh!

Kill Me Goodbye

Written By: Jeremiah Cyr/Jason Ring Awkward Landing

"Kill Me Goodbye"

stay for the blame and the heat and the chains for the feet on the last black train out...
stay and claw for the dawn but the dark always eats on the last black train out...

(Normal) swallow your pride, accept the second coming of God's second cousin...
straight out the dungeon something wicked this way is coming...
glass ceiling do the cutting, modern art for blood pumpin'...
rain on your parade and stain the face you show the public...
right your f@$n' wrongs, the apocalypse is here...
splashing through your trail of tears, Van Goghin' the flocks ears...
emergency c-section, birth of a new idea...
save your lives, hide your fears gathered up through the years...

(Ring) with the bullets above us and the lava flowing beneath, everyday is a challenge to balance virtues and vices...
in the circus of life, i tight-rope the dimensions...
and when the ground broke below i know we earned the ascension...
souls sing for redemption in a narrowing coffin...
the songs of pretense- dead when the gaval is droppin'...
in the planet caravan, the gods spot desire...
part the seas for the meek, clear the skies for the pilots- we go...

(Normal) sound the horn, lift the veil, future now has been revealed...
blast of truth, set the sail, cosmic tornado zeal...
clean the slate, scenes are stale, cant keep the dope concealed...
split the sea, blaze the trail, to heaven on a reel to reel...
feel the beast breathing, seething, flashing his teeth and bleeding...
feeding on heathens, non-believer killing season...
find deeper meaning, we'll burn Rome with the smile of Nero...
giving birth to urban legends and your children's super heros...

(Ring) well, day one, i looped the big-bang to a break...
and i sang through the ages of pain in the language of faith...
now today when the sun and the moon are tangled in hate...
i paid to play with the angels and saints and made my escape...
to the gates of bliss waiting for love to invite me...
when wrath was the pussy that Hell used to entice me...
and theyre crooked bending truth to the world...
done at dead-man's curve in the support beams of his words...

(Ring) death of a salesman and the stage is set...
what he swore he would never pay for, came to collect...

Time will heal and only time will tell...
well, time better heal the cracks in the life that you built...
and time better tell 'em how to climb out of that cell...
'cause the times youve lived are nothing but doing time in Hell...

(Normal) Armageddon axe handle, swing the blade like Mic Mantle...
crack crust, break mantle, holy chosen renegades...
see you with your lit candles, cryng with your loose handles...
paint the sky black vandals, bring the end of days...

(Ring) and it has been revealed to we the privileged...
time has wound down to a stae of mind...
and who had made the world spin with less friction...
wont need to wait in line, kill me goodbye...

(Normal) dont fear the unexplained, accept it with open arms...
close your eyes, taste the sky, reach the level we on...
the Kali Yuga's almost over, dying breeds breathe life...
at the dusk of doomsday the Landing raise the torch of light...

Girls with Guns

Written By: Jeremiah Cyr/Jason Ring Awkward Landing

Girls With Guns"

"im on my way back to life!"

(Ring) I seen her switch in the midst of narcolepsy...
seen them lips drip and drool to a pool of "come and get me"...
sent me deep into a poets sleep, dreams hot and heavy...
lost in every curve of her cursif, spelling out my worship...
we'd light the road to bliss on the blaze of wicked synergy...
delivered me to God each time i lusted up a memory...but...
she'd bury me with scars from past love turned enemy...
a red-headed yesterday lit a fire in my everything...
midnight feeding frenzy, love was man-eating deadly...
sweat drentched evenings of flesh were schemes to bleed me empty...
she would cry and claim it wasnt what she meant to be...
then constrict around my neck again and suck another breath from me...

(Normal) cant shake the shadows of my deamons, hide the lesions...
over my shoulder screaming "my holy Venus is weeping"...
out of reach of reason, face first every time...
lost in pain and perfect eyes, handcuffed to what i ideolized...
aint no action out of line, feel her vibe...
red dressed dime-piece by piece, steal my mind...
by design, bend my spine through my cast of focus...
forcing me to fight lust for Mr. Normals opus...
Barret sniper rifle sight, trigger finger moisten...
almost immune, i live and love the pain of the poison...
Dr. DDT crack the whip, tame the flytrap...
highway to heaven, exiting Hell, permanent highjack...

(chorus, Ring) i pray the bullet aint wearing any teeth tonight...
i bleed out everytime she let'em loose to bite...
she shot me today and imma tell ya man the dying feels right...
she shot me today and i'll be born again with her tonight...

(Normal)oh! i cant take the nibbling on my soul...
perfection crossed my path, laughed and shattered my bones...
living passion of poems, mysterious brown portals...
take me to a place where there's no fear in the disorder...
beautiful chaos, when im missing for a while...
find me staring down the barrel of sophia's smile...
hair holding the white lotus, her aura lights my dreams...
each night illuminating my moment of serendipity...
i dont want to be loved, i want to be wrapped in hers...
bodies moving in unison, passion burning the curves...
Cupid's greatest mistake was not keeping her for himself...
he must have knew she was made for me and no one else...

(Ring)...and I would take the stars for her, i'd take the seas from the pirates...
I'd piss her name in the sand when i docked to beach their cadavers off the island of sleepers expired...
I'd grease up the lightning...
we'd transcend the man-made ticks of your timers...
she'd melt to the heat-mizer songs i sang to the sirens...
said i'd praise her but i'd break her if she breached the alliance...
yeah, my transister sister, my charge would everlast...
but she would never let the math add like the war of god vs science...
now crashing love it echos here as haunting reminders...
that my pride is a prise-fighter and she taunted the lions out...
her channel was sci-fi on her side of the pylons...
i got careless and got blind sided and crossed the dividers...

Discography

"Principle Over Property" EP 2003

"What's Eating Awkward Landing" EP 2005

Good Morning/Subwoofas vinyl single 2005

"Kill Your Radio" EP 2006

Set List

Typical set list (at the moment) 25 minutes

1. Intro
2. Girls with Guns
3. Spikes For The Punchbowl
4. Accapella and Shiftee DJ set
5. Solitude
6. Kill Me Goodbye

Sets vary due to show guidelines. We like a longer set because we have a lot in arsenal. With 25 minutes we can make that place move!