Ceschi was born with four fingers on his right hand, which served as partial inspiration for the name of his DIY record label, Fake Four, Inc. Those who have worked with him describe Ceschi as one of the most artist-friendly labelheads out there, a rare breed who values art over profit almost to a fault. Since 2008, he has curated a roster of wildly original and critically praised talent and put out albums from the likes of Open Mike Eagle, Buck 65, Sister Crayon and Dark Time Sunshine in addition to his solo records The One Man Band Broke Up and Broken Bone Ballads.
An engaging, theatrical live performer, Ceschi Ramos has treated entire venues like a stage, viewing the middle of the audience or an empty barstool as good a place as any to perform a soul-baring folk song or tongue-twisting rap track. Ceschi once described himself in song as “a martyr at most… a failure at least” and said that, “In the eyes of history I’ll be no more than a leaf on a tree.” He knows what it is to suffer for his art and is aware that music exploring the ugliness and sorrow of the human condition will always exist on the fringes of a game dominated by disposable escapism and expensive publicists. Yet he still pours everything he has into his craft, and on any given night you can find him tracking vocals at his cousin’s New Haven studio, warmly greeting fans and friends at a dive bar merch booth or rapping double-time in Japan or Europe for audiences that often don’t speak his language, but are able to see the giant heart at the core of it all.
Elm City Ballads
Ceschi Lyrics
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Baby faced crack corner kids working graveyard shifts
With the diner waitresses, everybody trying to break bread
I'm every lung that's breathing in this filthy city waste
I'm trick turning streetwalker Mary full of grace
Undocumented worker, wage slave, I'm needle pierced vein
I am black rose on grandmother's grave
They told us faith in God will take the pain away
But God is nowhere to be found in this place
We're only half awake, waiting to be served
Slop and corn cake by inmates
Love me city till I'm gray
Elm City love me safe
Love me city till I'm gray
Love me till I am erased
In these lyrics from Ceschi's song "Elm City Ballads," the artist takes us on a late-night drive through the streets of New Haven, Connecticut. The first paragraph sets the scene with a vivid description of the city's working class at 4am. Ceschi references "baby faced crack corner kids" who work night shifts alongside diner waitresses, all striving to make a living. He emphasizes his connection to the city by proclaiming himself as "every lung that's breathing in this filthy city waste," suggesting a deep immersion in its struggles and realities.
The second paragraph delves into the lives of marginalized individuals within the city. Ceschi mentions a character named Mary, who is described as a "trick turning streetwalker...full of grace." This juxtaposition highlights the complexity and humanity in those circumstances. He also brings up an "undocumented worker, wage slave" and connects himself to the struggle through being a "needle pierced vein." Ceschi symbolically represents the rose on his grandmother's grave, tying together the themes of love, loss, and ancestry.
The third paragraph shifts focus to the search for solace and understanding. Ceschi recalls an old man's advice from an Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) meeting. The singer's comment about faith in God providing relief from pain is met with cynicism, as Ceschi asserts that God is absent from this place. The city's inhabitants are portrayed as "only half awake, waiting to be served" in a metaphorical sense. They are resigned to a life of bland sustenance, represented by "slop and corn cake served by inmates," hinting at the institutionalized nature of their existence.
In the final paragraph, Ceschi calls upon the city to "love" him until he is old and gray. The repeated lines, "Elm City love me safe, love me till I am erased," convey a longing for belonging, safety, and acceptance. Despite the hardships and challenges faced by both Ceschi and the city, there remains a glimmer of hope in this plea for love and understanding. It encapsulates the artist's desire for a sense of place and community within Elm City, while acknowledging the potential erasure that can come with time.
Line by Line Meaning
4am, driving through the streets of New Haven again
In the early hours of the morning, I find myself navigating through the roads of New Haven once more
Baby faced crack corner kids working graveyard shifts
Innocent-looking young individuals are forced to work night shifts in the corners, consumed by the influence of crack cocaine
With the diner waitresses, everybody trying to break bread
I am accompanied by the waitresses from the local diner, as everyone strives to share a meal together
I'm every lung that's breathing in this filthy city waste
I represent each and every person who inhales the polluted air of this grimy city
I'm trick turning streetwalker Mary full of grace
I embody Mary, a sex worker who skillfully maneuvers through the streets, yet still carries an air of elegance
Undocumented worker, wage slave, I'm needle pierced vein
I am an undocumented laborer trapped in a cycle of working for minimal wages, reminiscent of a vein pierced by a needle
I am black rose on grandmother's grave
I symbolize a black rose placed upon the resting place of a beloved grandmother
We'll find a way, the old man said an AA
According to the wisdom of an elderly individual from Alcoholics Anonymous, we will discover a path forward
They told us faith in God will take the pain away
We were told that placing trust in God would alleviate our suffering
But God is nowhere to be found in this place
However, it seems that God is absent in this particular location
We're only half awake, waiting to be served
We are merely partially conscious, biding our time for someone to assist us
Slop and corn cake by inmates
Prisoners provide us with an unappetizing meal consisting of slop and corn cake
Love me city till I'm gray
Embrace me, city, until I become old and gray
Elm City love me safe
Please, Elm City, provide me with a secure and loving environment
Love me city till I'm gray
Continue to love me, city, until I am no longer visible
Love me till I am erased
Hold affection for me until I cease to exist
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Julio Ramos
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Decibel
Beautiful. I can't wait to hear the rest of this album!
Tim Huber
Ceschi is so fucking real and relatable. Love it
Dat Betic
You the man ceschi, can't wait to hear more from you!
The Bad Tenants
SO excellent. well done homie!
Forefeather Zac HB
Yes. A new Ceschi album is fantastic news...
Thorts
Beautiful!
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