Recorded
by DJ MF Shalem at:
Nicola’s Trattoria
(Keene, NH),
Carriage House
(Dublin, NH),
Yellow Clover
(Keene, NH)
All keyboards by
DJ MF Shalem
(except where noted).
All scratches by
DJ MF Shalem.
lyrics
8. MADE FOR YOU Come on darling let
be your man/ I promise I won’t let go of
your hand/ you know that I could be the
light in your dark/ so don’t go breaking
my, don’t you go break my heart/ It’s a
big ocean, girl, every type of fish/ I have
any one you want, do whatever you wish/
I can’t front, I can barely pay rent/ but
the little that I got is yours when your
upset/ thIs love is cliche, but its ours
to keep/ recharge when she you wanna
go to sleep/ we can dream at the same
time/ through your glass of wine/ while
I sing your name, with the kind soul that
makes you mine/ I don’t pretend to
care when you’re off on your own/ never
worried, what them do, we got an honest
home/ bigger than myself, girl you’re my
freedom/ nothing could better, ready,
come and get some/ ready where the
breeze takes, I always want more/ and
when you gone, I’m looking at the front
door/ when you walk in, my cross hit the
floor/ when I hear your voice every other
choice is a bore/
(chorus)
Come on darling let be your man/ I
promise I won’t let go of your hand/ you
know that i could be the light in your
dark/ so don’t go breaking my, don’t you
go break my heart/ I’m so into you, I
want to be your stars and your moon/
I know I know this much is true, I was
made to love you/
I remember seeing you in high school/
walk through the hall like heaven go
through you/ cool when you talking
like twice your age/ text book burner,
melting the words off the page/ I said
to my homie, tell me who she?/ told
me that he seen you in history/ told me
hands down, smartest girl in class/ no
way you give trouble like me a path/ but
I glanced at her, through the corridor/
she on a journey, but i’m bumping that
foreigner/ I’ve been waiting for a girl
like you/ call the coroner, something’s
wrong with my heart/ got that 8 bit beat,
banging from the start/ but apart from
these lines, I know I could shine/ If she’d
give me a minute of her studying time/
caught my eye, let me get that body/ I’m
good for you girl, the life of the party/
she felt my words, I know she could hear
it/ come on darling, jailbreak my spirit/
Come on darling let be your man/ I
promise I won’t let go of your hand/ you
know that I could be the light in your
dark/ so don’t go breaking my, don’t
you go break my heart/ I’m saying,
every boy in my class/ be giving you the
look a with debonaire flash/ tight rolled
jeans with a brand new dance/ bun
jour my love from varnet france/ she’s
so exotic gotta i’ll step up my game/
learning cursive right now so I can spell
her name/ All the firemen cant touch our
flame/ broke the law when career when
career day came/ told the cop that he
cant catch me and my dame/ 2nd grade
boys are same ol same/ first grade
fresh, got an s on my chest/ stands for
sensitive to the death, let me impress/
you got a number? let me meet them
parents/ sleep over on a weeknight? lets
do damage/ I ain’t playing, nobody can
do what I do/ truth is I never had one
birdy that flew/
Recorded
by DJ MF Shalem at:
Nicola’s Trattoria
(Keene, NH),
Carriage House
(Dublin, NH),
Yellow Clover
(Keene, NH)
All keyboards by
DJ MF Shalem
(except where noted).
All scratches by
DJ MF Shalem.
I'm not really sure why I slept on this album for so long. Oh that's right, I prefer the blue pill to the stark reality of our morally defunct society as presented in this brilliant piece of work. This album is a poignant combination of rage, desperation, and just enough hope to force my eyes open. Jay-Radd
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck