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Get a LYF

by Lose Your Fear

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Back in Orange Out on the streets I was makin big bank Sellin dove rock booya to my glass dick freaks Cross you out with my aerosol law You turned me out Now I’m against the wall Back in orange behind enemy lines Cuz I got busted, Fo takin out a cop that was copin a dime On a paycheck that was drawn on monopolized corporate crimes you makin big bank off the dope you give away by incarcerating this fucked up society that YOU create sure crime pays, but the question is WHO while promoting criminal warfare as an excuse to employ more boyz in blue then you have the nerve to advertise racial hatred in the news justa justify your rules One way or another, you’ve got ta pay the price. How much do you spend when I’m doin’ 25 ta life? That’s an aweful long time, but yo, check it- it’s not cumin’ out of MY pocket- because in here, I get a bed! In here I get fed! Where’s my fuckin’ food stamps? How bout that socialized medicine? I know somthin’ around here is free! But yo, check it- it ain’t me! I’m expensive! Melissa Simpson 1994
2.
A bruise which represents the evidence of the way you move me in your bed I pull back black curtains! I pull back black curtains! Venus shines in the eastern sky- Catch the morning rise! I should go home now... I should go home! Gently removing my hand from fabric the fabric of time from what is outside you make me mine You're mine! Take me back to the night! To the night, night! I pull back black curtains! I pull back black curtains! Its not over yet we still have the night Its not over yet we still have time its not over YET! Time to love, time to move.... In love with the way you move me in your bed I pull back black curtains! I pull back black curtains! Black! Black! Black! I pull back black curtains!
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Featherwood 03:41
The loud distraction of children being neglected- Blended with the rhythm- Continuous Sirens in the traffic serenade the emptiness- She screams inside Exhausting the idea to assume the position of pride, Delusional ego was all she had left to offer The sixth life sentence she gave birth to that night distracted by fate was all the evidence she needed to validate That god should be to blame for the choices in her life she did not want to make convincing herself that she did in fact have some kind of faith by hoping it was some grand master plan, rather than her own mistakes- she made in her life She wondered if she could ever remember what she liked about herself at some point in time while licking empty dime bags of courage- incentive to consider what was barricaded behind memories so desperate to hide while nursing on a flat Colt 45 Kinda make you realize what life must have been like when in her prime She was like the burn of smooth scotch You only get to taste once in a life time. A nuisance who crossed over the double yellow lines, Bitch was stacked Like the phat Collection of failures to appear Ignorant to any solution of losing her fear. “Untamable fire” had been pinstriped on the hood of her Shelby 65 by some punk who just got out for doin hard time The flames had been added later, Inspired by the wings of the devil that had been inked on his entire back while he was in the pen She would stare at him for hours as he slept in her bed All tangled up in the contradiction of florals which draped across the vulgar image engraved into his skin. Still tasting the luxury of his Marlboro Reds which lingers on her thoughts with the last drag of her hand rolled cigarette, he fades away with the subtle escape of smoke that rolls past her lips As luck would have it The Colt 45 could suffer one last sip Takes a hit Off an unlit cigarette… The broken lighter chips away at the nail polish she still paints red in honor of the wings that once lay in her bed. The ashes fall in sync to the rhythm of her heart beat The sirens and the traffic on the street.
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In My Blues 03:26
IN MY BLUES I SPREAD FO’ YOU! Then you put me in my blues Now we all sit here in the same room Wonderin’ how did this happened to you? I guess what they say is true This muthur fucker can not differentiate between the two It don’t give a shit if your black or white, if you got bank or if your just a LYF trying’ ta’ make it right Just cuz you wear that badge they still took your baby away from you when it came out high on Vicodin And I can bet that’s got you in my blues That uniform did look right on you, though, especially after you told me your mama died on heroine the same night you booked me for slamming dope and getting high- getting’ high…. Getting’ high…. Tore up, turned out By the time I was ten Never knowing exactly what the fuck it was I did Getting burned, turnin’ tricks But when their back is turned dumped the body out to the curb Hunger is murder And that was just my first While I was on the yard I was getting tatted down all of the time, cuz I loved ta hear that sound of the needle grid. Slingin’ ink and stayin’ mean while you were tryin’ ta’ be just a regular mom in an SUV Livin’ in Orange County with perfect white teeth Eatin’ Vicodin on double AA batteries “replace in one week”- But that was just the packaging design, not the dosage prescribed! Guess that’s when the dildo died… you were high and hubby took that ride… Melissa Simpson 2009
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Crime 02:23
Take it for what it is and take it all night You can’t steal my heart That’s been dead for a long long time Your a risk I’m willing ta take Which means your not worth the wait So don’t bother to remember me Cuz I was born ready- ready to leave You look like crime ta me baby Bad news- but I’ll take a bite Cuz your so fine Just one time- but it will be all night Then I’ll walk away Cuz you look like crime ta me baby And that just aint right Say it like it is And make it all right If your really very smart We could do this for a long, long time Don’t look at me that way Cuz we both know I’m not gunna stay So don’t bother lying to me Cuz I was born ready- ready ta leave Melissa Simpson 2012
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Slip Away 02:13
SLIP AWAY We talk about our lovers, and we dream Then we wonder… If love is really what it’s all meant to be? Our expectations crush All serenity Just keep it cool and go with the flow But instead we scream We scream while we feed off the tension of all that love brings…. All that love brings I can tell it’s gunna be just one of those days, I can feel it slip away Slip away, slip away, slip away with me! I can tell it’s gunna be just one of those days, I can feel it slip away Slip away, slip away, slip away with me! Slip away with me! Slip away slip away slip away with me baby, cuz you know- you can be free with me so why don’t you just let it go and slip away with me… come on! Slip away! Come on! A slip away way way way way We talk about our troubles, The ugly things we’ve seen Then we wonder…. If feeling such pain is worth the guilt we seek? Our expectations crush All serenity Just keep it cool and tuck and roll But instead we scream We scream while we feed off the coin of all that war brings…. All that war brings I can tell it’s gunna be just one of those days, I can feel it slip away Slip away, slip away, slip away with me! Melissa Simpson 2012
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Smoke Rings 04:49
Smoke Rings It was somewhere only we could go Dark rooms, naked skin, spilling words Contemplating things Blowin’ smoke rings And wondering how life would be if we- could just get it right like hot pink French tips Sherman ciggerettes And checkin’ out how he trips When he says he doesn’t want a girlfriend So obviously too late now Blown smoke rings It was just somethin’ kinda like a freak show Dark rooms, naked sin, Chasin’ curves Complicating things Blowin’ smoke rings And wondering how life would be if we- could just get it right Too shy to sing out loud Guitar melodies lounge around And checkin’ out how he smiles When I say I havnt got a boyfriend Guess that’s not the case now Spilling words so carlessly Your confessions are all over me I can tell we’re gunna be together constantly It just seems so effortless I have to confess- your better than the rest I’ll give it to you true- I cannot hide- got nothin’ to lose Breath on me Stay awhile Let me prove Im the one for you Taste me free Give me all the wild Let me groove all over you- for awhile- just for awhile…. Blowin’, blowin’ blowin… blowin smoke rings…..
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Whisper to the Moon As night falls I think of you Whisper to the moon You hear these words I love you Whisper to the moon As night falls I think of you Hoping to kiss you soon I hear your words I love you, too Whisper to the moon As the sun fades A candle is lit Let it burn- Scrawl your name into the wax And as the candle burns And it burns- for you A whisper to the moon As the day breaks I wake up next to you Whisper to the moon I promise I’ll be good to you Whisper to the moon As the day breaks I lay next to you Here I go again kissing you Cant stop touching me, we never leave this room Whisper to the moon As the sun fades A candle is lit Let it burn- You imagine me constantly I watch you melt all over me Exactly The way I wished it would be Waiting words return A whisper to the moon Melissa Simpson 2013
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Wire's Arch 03:55
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In Your Arms 03:35

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This album spans the entire spectrum of music composition ranging from Gothic, Metal, Hip Hop, Rap, Rock, R&B, Blues and Alternative as an expression of real life cryptic stories and mystic interludes.

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released October 10, 2014

LOSE YOUR FEAR IS:

Gina Tailya – ( Melissa Simpson ) lead vocals, song writer,
producer, performance artist

Anson Jackson – lead guitar, song writer, producer



ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

"Get A LYF" is our first full length CD and we have been extremely blessed to have been able to put together such a wonderful team of musicians, engineers and producers to work with us. The fine artists on this record are all respected music industry veterans who have been responsible for many Grammy nominations and wins, and who hail from diverse acts such as Body Count, Megadeth, P - Funk and Berlin,(just to name a few). We would like to take a moment to recognize the great talents who participated in the making of "Get A LYF":

Ernie C, Michael Sterlacci, Roland Banks, Dave Schultz, Tracy Clinton, Dean Roubicek, Sonny Cool, Charlie Watts, Zack Nicholls
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Also special thanks to: Cairos at Sushi Kingz, Shuji at Movement Factory, Nick Mensa at Mensa Nation, That British Place, Bob Lanza at Triple Breezy Technovoice, Joseph Warlick and Bobby Brooks

...and a special acknowledgement to Theron Brison (RIP) who passed away during the making of "Get a LYF". This was truly one of the most talented Bass players to ever walk the face of the earth,

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Lose Your Fear

Lose Your Fear was spawned in the streets of Venice, California with the founding members Melissa Simpson ( Gina Tailya ) and Anson Jackson ( Rev. Sneak Freak ), who met in 2005 while attempting murder with a deadly weapon during an underground performance art showcase. That deadly weapon proved to be Gina T's microphone and Anson's psyhcofunk riffs. ... more

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