Ceschi Ramos is a rapper and singer from Connecticut who has been hopping g… Read Full Bio ↴Ceschi Ramos is a rapper and singer from Connecticut who has been hopping genres and spilling guts for the better part of two decades. He has been seen outside venues at 3am in Germany playing an acoustic guitar and singing to people that didn’t want the show to end. He has written poems to fans from behind bars whilst locked up on bogus marijuana charges. He has suffered a spiral fracture of the humerus while arm wrestling a marine in Hawaii. He has recorded with and toured alongside some of independent rap music’s most influential figures, including Sage Francis, Busdriver and Astronautalis. He has been in bands described as hardcore, crunk rap, lo-fi synth pop, Latin progressive and psych-jazz-rap. He has crafted abstracted and personal narratives mining the depths of depression and heights of hope. He has slept on countless floors when hotels weren’t in the touring budget and lost girlfriends and jobs all for the love of creating and performing.

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.

Kurzweil (feat. David Ramos iCON The Mic King Shoshin
Ceschi Lyrics

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Yeah
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall
Yeah yeah
Nothing lasts too long
I′m not advanced
I'm no Kurzweil

Just a man
And I′m flawed

Let's play pretend
Bend
Move it on beyond your body transcend (yeah)
I am just a broken version of the perfect person searching for some type of affordable
Plastic surgeon to solder these wires properly
Honestly I bought 1 million vitamins in the hopes that they might end my endless
Flaws
Amino acid concoctions
That claimed that they would bring me calm
I wish I could've been a better person when it actually meant something

Not now

These retrospective reflections won′t reverse my errors
Just an endless apology follows me stuck on repeat
Yeah
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall
Yeah yeah
Nothing lasts too long
I′m not advanced
I'm no Kurzweil
Just a man
And I′m flawed
Made a life in places where dreams die
X marks where you'll see Y
I coordinate time in form of space

Defy what they′ve defined
Long as you can afford it fine

Order mine I'm in the claws of time
I′m sorta Jordan Belfortified
I mind the more til it's more than mine
Ain't so sure who I used to be
Even less of his use to me
Waiting on the singularity
To come and wipe my error clean
Don′t need your memory truthfully
I′ma still ghost ride this griffin
But here's the silent difference
Even if my values are questionable
They know my value isn′t
Yeah
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall

Yeah yeah
Nothing lasts too long
I'm not advanced

I′m no Kurzweil
Just a man
And I'm flawed
Yeah
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall
Yeah yeah
Nothing lasts too long
I′m not advanced
I'm no Kurzweil
Just a man
And I'm flawed
Got drunk on true love
Then threw up
Lifting liquor to listless lips to liver
Deliver me from the stinking sick in which you sunk
Six years plus
Lost in the fog of lust
We fucked
Every caustic
Colossal sin ensconced in skin sings to be seen
Screams to the beat
Such awful haunting hymns
Tethering us taut blood loss to limbs
Engendering all squalls from frothing lips
Spitting venom in a hostile toxic fit
Our trespasses surpass us
All-encompassing shadows cast
Wrapping our limbs up as the rafters come crashing
Holding on until it falls apart
A holocaust of hearts
Yeah
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall
Yeah yeah
Nothing lasts too long
I′m not advanced
I′m no Kurzweil
Just a man
And I'm flawed
September 4th I was taken
By Connecticut state and
Placed into custody
Shackled roughly
Processed
And stripped naked
Hispanic "H" on my I.D
Like many men in chains by me
All we ever really want to do is find peace
But spend lifetimes only fighting
I′m no enlightened being
Just been taught
By the things I've seen
Violently made mountains of mistakes
Got lost in my faults and greed
All these men live life like me
Gamblers who risked everything
To feed their seeds
Or breed their dreams
In the end got caught
Under lock and key
Yeah
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall
Yeah yeah
Nothing lasts too long
I′m not advanced
I'm no Kurzweil
Just a man
And I′m flawed
Yeah
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall
Yeah yeah
Nothing lasts too long
I'm not advanced
I'm no Kurzweil

Just a man
And I′m flawed

Overall Meaning

The first verse of the song “Kurzweil” by Ceschi, featuring David Ramos, iCON The Mic King, and Shoshin, speaks to the fleeting nature of life and the struggle to achieve greatness. The repetition of the phrase “Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall” creates a cyclical sense of time passing, while the lines “Some will fight for survival / Very few will stand tall” highlight the difficulty of distinguishing oneself in a world that can feel oppressive and harsh. Ceschi admits his own limitations and humanity when he sings “I'm no Kurzweil / Just a man / And I'm flawed.” The lyrics suggest a sense of searching for something better, both within oneself (“I am just a broken version of the perfect person searching for some type of affordable / Plastic surgeon to solder these wires properly”) and in the world at large (“Waiting on the singularity / To come and wipe my error clean”).

The next verse delves into themes of regret and the difficulty of undoing past mistakes. The lines “These retrospective reflections won′t reverse my errors / Just an endless apology follows me stuck on repeat” suggest that Ceschi is grappling with his own shortcomings and is unsure of how to make amends. He describes himself as a “broken version” who has tried various methods, such as taking vitamins and amino acid concoctions, to fix his flaws. The repetition of “I'm not advanced / I'm no Kurzweil / Just a man / And I'm flawed” throughout the song creates a sense of vulnerability and a desire for acceptance of one's imperfections. The song concludes with a final verse that touches on themes of incarceration and the quest for peace, with Ceschi acknowledging that he is “no enlightened being” but has learned from his mistakes and struggles to provide for his family.

Line by Line Meaning

Yeah
Introduction to the following lyrics.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Reference to the changing seasons of life.

Some will fight for survival
Life is a struggle for many people.

Very few will stand tall
Not many will achieve great things.

Yeah yeah
Reiteration of the earlier point.

Nothing lasts too long
Everything is impermanent.

I′m not advanced
The singer is not highly developed or technologically advanced.

I'm no Kurzweil
The artist does not possess the genius of Ray Kurzweil.

Just a man
The artist is only human.

And I′m flawed
Acknowledgment of personal imperfections.

Let's play pretend
A suggestion to imagine something.

Bend
To be flexible and adaptable.

Move it on beyond your body transcend (yeah)
Move beyond physical limitations and reach a higher state.

I am just a broken version of the perfect person searching for some type of affordable
The singer acknowledges his own brokenness and is in search of a solution.

Plastic surgeon to solder these wires properly
The singer desires to fix his imperfections by any means necessary.

Honestly I bought 1 million vitamins in the hopes that they might end my endless
The artist tried to remedy his flaws through the use of supplements.

Flaws
Imperfections.

Amino acid concoctions
A supplement used to build muscle.

That claimed that they would bring me calm
The singer hoped his mind would become more calm.

I wish I could've been a better person when it actually meant something
Regret for past mistakes.

Not now
The past cannot be changed.

These retrospective reflections won′t reverse my errors
Reflecting on the past won't fix the errors made.

Just an endless apology follows me stuck on repeat
The singer is living with constant guilt and remorse.

Made a life in places where dreams die
The artist has lived in places where people give up on their dreams.

X marks where you'll see Y
A reference to a mathematical function.

I coordinate time in form of space
The singer has a grasp on the relationship between time and space.

Defy what they′ve defined
Challenge the norm.

Long as you can afford it fine
You can buy your way out of anything if you have enough money.

Order mine I'm in the claws of time
Things are out of the artist's control - a reference to the concept of time.

I′m sorta Jordan Belfortified
Comparison of the singer to the character portrayed by Leonardo DiCaprio in The Wolf of Wall Street.

I mind the more til it's more than mine
The singer is consumed by his own thoughts.

Ain't so sure who I used to be
The artist has lost touch with his past self.

Even less of his use to me
The artist finds no value in his past self.

Waiting on the singularity
The artist is waiting for a technological singularity.

To come and wipe my error clean
Technology is seen as a way to correct past mistakes.

Don′t need your memory truthfully
The artist doesn't need to hold on to memories.

I′ma still ghost ride this griffin
The singer will continue to pursue his dreams.

But here's the silent difference
Despite pursuing goals, there is still a void.

Even if my values are questionable
The singer is unsure of his own values.

They know my value isn't
The artist does not feel valued.

Got drunk on true love
The artist was once consumed by love.

Then threw up
The love was not reciprocated.

Lifting liquor to listless lips to liver
The singer turns to alcohol as a coping mechanism.

Deliver me from the stinking sick in which you sunk
The artist wants to escape from a negative situation.

Six years plus
A reference to the duration of a relationship.

Lost in the fog of lust
The artist was blinded by sexual attraction.

We fucked
Sexual intercourse occurred.

Every caustic
Negative.

Colossal sin ensconced in skin sings to be seen
The singer is referring to his past indiscretions.

Screams to the beat
The singer's actions were causing great emotional pain.

Such awful haunting hymns
The singer was consumed by negativity.

Tethering us taut blood loss to limbs
The relationship was emotionally painful for both parties.

Engendering all squalls from frothing lips
Both parties were engaging in hostile arguments.

Spitting venom in a hostile toxic fit
Both parties were causing emotional harm in arguments.

Our trespasses surpass us
Past mistakes have far-reaching consequences.

All-encompassing shadows cast
The weight of past actions are affecting the present.

Wrapping our limbs up as the rafters come crashing
The relationship is falling apart.

Holding on until it falls apart
Both parties were trying to preserve the relationship.

A holocaust of hearts
The relationship ended in great emotional pain.

September 4th I was taken
The artist was taken into custody on September 4th.

By Connecticut state and
The place where the singer was taken into custody.

Placed into custody
The singer was arrested.

Shackled roughly
The singer was treated cruelly.

Processed
The artist was put through the criminal justice system.

And stripped naked
The artist was subjected to a demeaning procedure.

Hispanic "H" on my I.D
The singer was identified by his ethnicity.

Like many men in chains by me
The singer has been imprisoned with other individuals.

All we ever really want to do is find peace
The artist desires inner peace.

But spend lifetimes only fighting
Life is a constant struggle.

I′m no enlightened being
The artist is not an enlightened individual.

Just been taught
The singer has learned from life experiences.

By the things I've seen
The artist has learned from observing the world around him.

Violently made mountains of mistakes
The singer has made numerous, significant mistakes in life.

Got lost in my faults and greed
The singer acknowledges his own mistakes and shortcomings.

All these men live life like me
The singer is not alone in his struggles.

Gamblers who risked everything
Individuals who took great risks.

To feed their seeds
To provide for their children.

Or breed their dreams
To achieve their own dreams and goals.

In the end got caught
Many who took risks suffered negative consequences.

Under lock and key
Imprisoned for their actions.

Got drunk on true love
The artist was consumed by love.