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A celebration of life and motivation and creativity.
An invitation to rejoice, enjoy and utilize everything above.
A renewed understanding of myself, my mission, my strengths and the upsides to my weaknesses.
Making peace with the wars in my head, and learning to use the chaos to my advantage, while suggesting everyone to freely do the same.
lyrics
There's a brain storm on the way
and no, it ain't gonna rain on your parade!
And when it rolls in, all water will nourish,
and know this: all thought is encouraged!
I traded in my T.V. Stand for a reading lamp,
just how things went in the Pandolfo breeding camp,
It's obnoxious to Mom that I'm agnostic, but I believe in man,
No God complex,
so I'm content when I seemingly can't reach these masses!
I've got a mind that's easily distracted,
often my train of thought's derailed off a steady track.
I'm afraid I'll drive myself insane into a deadly crash
and I lost my self of self to selflessness, is it selfish to get it back?
My quest is to absolve my real inner madness,
and solve my specific goal to appeal to broad and genuine demographic,
Explore the depths of my heart and head while representing every faction.
Some days that head is light, while that heart's a heavy package.
Contrasting facts! I stumble frantic in a steady panic,
groping through a mental fog, dense, I manage
as I'm desperately grasping: as long as I hold onto something
I won't come out empty handed!
Besides, I figure most of my worries are petty sadness,
So If I get “down” it'll be water off my feathered pack!
But is that gonna matter whenever the levy cracks?
I made a forced entry man!
Brain's torn up the sentries, I'm cutting out the power trips,
Brain storm of the century, I'm shutting down this power grid,
Your fans turn fin's feeding frenzy sharks devouring,
Friends in my social circle supply me silver clouded glints!
Gonna make those puckered lips when limelight starts souring?
I'm beaming, being bright might aid me in my darkest hour's tests!
There's a brain storm on the way
and no, it ain't gonna rain on your parade!
And when it rolls in, all water will nourish,
and know this: all thought is encouraged!
Can I think? I think I can! I can? I think!
I think I can... Keep Pushing. Pull Through
Keep Pushing Pull Through. I think I can, I think I can.
Nothing recycled, No throwaway,
the syllables I've placed are only
stepping stones I've laid to pave
a road I take to all the goals I crave.
Trying to mostly stay a grounded person,
down to earth and navigate my hopefully potent way.
Slay my strain, day by day, negate my pain,
We've separated but it's okay, I'm grateful
we spent that time we paid due to passion,
that's in my memory bank I've saved.
And naturally I miss you but it's
actually instrumental in aiding me to change my aims.
My sense of direction is one of the poorest, honest.
The cost is I've been lost but the incentive is
I've thought and pondered as I've walked this forest,
now I know where I'm destined, towards forward progress
my GPS is confidence and thank heavens for a hell of a moral compass.
You wanna make tight music? Try loosening up a bit!
My discography is just my audible bucket list
Knowing your calling doesn't help if you hang up on it,
and the world only makes sense if you keep in touch with it
Sometimes I feel small when everything's considered,
so the way to be seen and make one is grow with the bigger picture,
float in the dreamy river and flow with it's weaving slither,
Odd how you learn true outlooks by groping and seeking inwards.
I reach to be a finder of sense of several ways like synesthesia kinda,
I've written “eureka”s to inspire, those who've given help, whom I ceaselessly admire,
Our bond ain't broke when the bard with obesity is hired,
payback is needed for your guidance thus
attempting teaching to acquire it but hey I'm preaching to the choir listen.
There's a brain storm on the way
and no, it ain't gonna rain on your parade!
And when it rolls in, all water will nourish,
and know this: all thought is encouraged!
Can I think? I think I can! I can? I think!
I think I can... Keep Pushing. Pull Through
Keep Pushing Pull Through.
I think I can, I think I can.
credits
from The Inevitable Effort,
track released June 10, 2012
Lyrics written and performed by Bruce "AllOne" Pandolfo. Production by Charlie Button. Recording, Mixing and Mastering by Michael Korb.
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.
Deeply vivid/introspective lyrics populate this ambitious folk rock project. The arrangements span from mellow/minimal to rocking and grandiose. Consistently emotive, unique and sincere. Brilliance. AllOne
Progressive yet punk, aggro yet emotional. One of my favorite bands from Long Island and doing everything they can to live up to their name, raising money for causes and making badass music, AllOne
supported by 6 fans who also own “Brainstorm Of The Century”
I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree
