Dreams
L.Pro Beats Lyrics
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Where you can make your deals and drink your absinthe
Dream dealing, soul stealing, mercenary
Cold like a razor, Incendiary
Karma's a bitch when you need to score
Don't show emotion and don't ask for more
Fast talkin' dream dealer got it all up his sleeve
Fast talkin' dream dealer he's so fuckin' hard to believe
Fast talkin' dream dealer always need a little bit more
He knows your every hiding place,
Politician, trustworthy face
Don't think about it, don't turn your back
Fast talkin' dream dealer got it all up his sleeve
Fast talkin' dream dealer he's so fuckin' hard to believe
Fast talkin' dream dealer your never gonna even the score
Fast talkin' dream dealer always need a little bit more
Dream dealing, soul stealing, mercenary,
Don't show emotion and don't ask for more
Fast talkin' dream dealer got it all up his sleeve
Fast talkin' dream dealer he's so fuckin' hard to believe
Fast talkin' dream dealer your never gonna even the score
Fast talkin' dream dealer always need a little bit more
In L.Pro Beats’ song Dreams, the lyrics describe a seedy world of drug dealing and manipulating people’s dreams. The first line sets the scene, with “little junkies in your labyrinth,” conveying a sense of confinement and labyrinthine confusion. The reference to being able to “make your deals” suggests that the location is a drug den, where people can buy and sell whatever their vice may be, all while drinking absinthe, the potent alcoholic beverage known for its hallucinogenic properties. The dreams being sold are described as “soul stealing,” which suggests that they are either highly addictive or have consequences that the buyer may not want to face. The fast-talking dream dealer is described as being “cold like a razor, Incendiary,” which leaves the listener with the impression that the dealer is highly skilled at his trade but also highly dangerous. The phrase “Karma’s a bitch when you need to score” suggests that the dealer doesn’t care about the consequences of his actions, but there are inevitably repercussions for those involved in the drug trade.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the danger and difficulty in trying to confront the fast-talking dream dealer. The lyric “he’s so fuckin’ hard to believe” suggests that the dealer is highly skilled in manipulating people and their expectations. The dealer is always looking for a little bit more, which could mean more money, but could also mean more power or control. The lyrics encourage the listener not to think about the situation too much or turn their back on the dealer, indicating that the dealer is always watching, always one step ahead, and always manipulating those around him.
Line by Line Meaning
Well I see those little junkies in your labyrinth
I observe individuals who are addicted and trapped in your world.
Where you can make your deals and drink your absinthe
Where you conduct illegal transactions and indulge in vices.
Dream dealing, soul stealing, mercenary
Engaging in the business of selling drugs and exploiting vulnerable individuals for personal gain.
Cold like a razor, Incendiary
Sociopathic and volatile behavior.
Karma's a bitch when you need to score
Negative consequences will catch up to you when you prioritize fulfilling your addiction.
Don't show emotion and don't ask for more
Do not show vulnerability or demand more from the dealer or they may harm you.
Fast talkin' dream dealer got it all up his sleeve
The dealer is cunning and has all their tricks prepared.
Fast talkin' dream dealer he's so fuckin' hard to believe
The dealer's lies and manipulations are difficult to discern and resist.
Fast talkin' dream dealer your never gonna even the score
You will never be able to balance out the power dynamic between yourself and the dealer.
Fast talkin' dream dealer always need a little bit more
The dealer is never satisfied with their profits and always wants more.
He knows your every hiding place,
The dealer is knowledgeable about your weaknesses and secrets.
Politician, trustworthy face
Referring to people in positions of power who are corrupt and untrustworthy.
Don't think about it, don't turn your back
Do not question or defy the dealer.
Dream dealing, soul stealing, mercenary,
Reiterating the illegal and immoral actions of the dealer.
Fast talkin' dream dealer got it all up his sleeve
Repeated emphasis on the dealer's deceitful tactics.
Fast talkin' dream dealer he's so fuckin' hard to believe
Re-emphasizing how difficult it is to discern the dealer's lies.
Fast talkin' dream dealer your never gonna even the score
Repeating the idea that the power dynamic is permanently imbalanced in favor of the dealer.
Fast talkin' dream dealer always need a little bit more
Re-emphasis on the dealer's greed and insatiable desire for more profit.
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I very rarely tell this story as it still gives me a chill.
A soft breeze is blowing in my window...is it the cold air or my nerves that I feel running down my neck?
But I guess now is as good a time to share as I'm going to get.
And although it's been many years it has continued to define me as a person.
Back in the winter of 86 my brother and I were out gathering fire wood in the scrub land behind our cabin.
It was located a few miles outside of Tongass National Park in Alaska.
Not a lot is ever spoken about the strange sightings and goings on in Alaska. A lot of land and a whole bunch of unexplained goings on.
Tongass is known as the site of several pyramid structures which many have speculated were built long before Alaska was in the frozen zone.
We wintered there for 3 years as the hunting was great and although we were only in our late teens our family allowed us to stay there for a few months alone. We were strapping lads..used to adverse conditions and very rarely spooked by anything.
On this particular day we were just heading back when we heard a loud howl.
I coudn't tell how far ...and if you've ever been deep in he woods you'll know it's hard to even pinpoint a direction.
Sounds tend to surround you in the forest ...They confuse and change.
it was highpitched and sounded like no other animal we had come across in our daily trips into the woods.
A haunted strangled cry it seemed to hang in the air. I felt it bleed into me.
It stopped as abruptly as it started and as boys do we just dismissed it and went back to gathering wood.
Our day passed uneventfuly and we settled down to our evening meal.
That night as we sat by the fire we heard it again.
Louder..fiercer...I might even suggest angry.
It rattled around the house rattling the windows. The sound seemed to be a physical manifestation of whatever was making it.
It felt like it had substance.
It moved around and stopped dead.
this time it sounded like it was just outside the cabin door.
It fell silent.
I had helped build that cabin as a child..as much as a kid can help with these things.
The cabin was sturdy ..we had no fears concerning our safety but I think we both at that moment felt our blood chill to ice.
We looked at each other and with no words passing between us we both picked up our rifles and headed outside.
About 20 or so feet away we saw the damndest thing...
The only way I can describe is a centaur...sounds crazy but that's the best thing we came up with.
As it turned to us I froze like I had been turned to stone....I have never felt anything like it before or after.
It was tall...around 7 foot and had what appeared to be a furry torso and the legs of a horse or goat...definitely not human.
It had a bald head but appeared to have a beard or hair on its face.
It was not pretty...human like insofar as it had a face but not human enough. I do recall being horrified at it's features but now years later I would struggle to recollect why.
Its arms were unnaturally short...kind of stunted but with large rough hands which appeared too big in relation to the shrivelled limbs.
It was muscular though...powerful enough to run at a frenetic speed when we raised our weapons.
It appeared to sense the danger and leapt off.
Instict took over...
We shot twice..missed twice..and it ran off at great speed.
Next morning as the sun came up we found prints around the cabin and small wooden crosses.
The weak winter sun had melted most of the tracks away but one thing I know..they were not human.
The crosses are in my families possession in Alaska now.
Its at least 5 years since I've seen them...from my recollection there are at least 6 of them...All wooden..All crude...basically twigs or small wooden pieces bound by grasses or thinner twigs..
But definitely crosses of some type.
We stopped going to the cabin as often after that winter and rarely spoke about it to each other.
Encounters like this either bring us closer or force us apart.
We remained close thankthankully however our relationship was altered at a level people can't understand.
My brother wrote an account of this story which he tried to publish...However the local papers claimed he had fabricated a lot of it.
I wasn't aware as I had moved out of the area. The negative response drove him crazy and henceforth he never spoke of it again. It changed him. It changed us both.
Years later he returned to the cabin alone and would not talk at all about the time he spend there.
Piecing things together I know he had seen things. Hid eyes remained haunted.
I can only imagine the horrors.
He did have a small collection of the wooden crosses which he left to me and the family as I say.
I have now posted a photo of one of the crosses in the comments below.
I'm glad to see this thread is being picked up as I have updates.
A month ago I went back after giving it serious thought.
I chose a particularly interesting time as my cousin who still lives locally advised me he was going into that same wood for a hunting trip.
He expected to be gone over the weekend and invited me along...joking with me as he had read this thread.
He is about as sceptical a person as you can meet..but after a trip that lasted 6 days instead of 2 he is now convinced that something inhuman and monstrous abides beneath those lonesome tree boughs.
I'll fill you in when in when I have more time.
Rest assured it has confirmed every horrible thought I've had these long years.
And convinced me more than ever that every dark corner of the night may just hold your worst nightmare.
Our trip began simply enough.
We headed out ...fully stocked and supplied for 2 days... and being the cautious type I packed an extra days water and rations.
Anyone whos ever been lost .. even for an hour in the woods knows too well the feeling of crushing desperation that creeps up on you.
Before you know it you've convinced yourself there's no way out and panic sets in.
I wasn't about to let that happen.
We set up camp I would guess about 10 to 12 miles from the cabin.
My cousin although not a believer wasn't about to tempt fate so he made sure our camp was well away from any 'hot spots '.
He need not have worried...it ( whatever it is ) soon found us.... and let us both in no doubts about it's presence.
The first day passed without much of note.. we followed the trail of Caribou down stream and eventually found our quarry on the bank of a small stream.
The first night passed without incident.
The morning did not....
We awoke early...first light and gathered our gear after a basic but hearty breakfast.
As we set out I had the strange sensation we were being watched but put it to the back of my mind.
I was in no mood to draw attention to my overactive imagination and nodded and 'yupped' as my cousin droned on about somne sport I could have cared less about.
After an hour or so of hiking we stopped for a breather and this time I couldn't ignore the hairs twitching below the muffler around my neck.
I do not believe in esp or such things but I do believe we have a survival instinct hardwired into us. Maybe not a 6th sense but a primitive alarm bell.
We sat drinking coffee.
In the far distance I saw a movement in the bush. Nothing dramatic..nothing terribly unusual just a slight flurry of movement.
Our quarry perhaps.
My cousin spotted it too and pressed his finger to his lip...slipped the rifle onto his shoulder and very slowly stood up.
The movement became more noticeable...tree branches cracked underfoot and a shadow disappeared into the undergrowth.
I know now that whatever had scared the life out of my brother and I all that time ago was back ....but what I did not know as I do now was why... and how we were connected.
My cousin is an expert tracker and motioned with a wave of his hand that should sweep to the left and try to get behind whatever we saw.
From ahead I spotted a disturbance...a slight rustling in the wind.
Like a shadowy blur it appeared and disappeared just as quickly.
Darkness was its friend.
JuicyParadox
@JesterfromthecaveOh wow now that's something interesting to think of. Wait Imma try it.
First, hatred always has a reason, like love always has a reason. I'm not saying there's no reason to love or hate, I'm saying this is not real love or real hate when either of that feeling is not specifically redirected towards something or someone specific. That is something else that we may not have words for, or too much words maybe. Because, as love is here mistaken with positivity, understanding, or being nice, hatred on the other side is often mistaken with negativity, conflict seeking, or being an asshole. My point still stands though : people who "hate" for real are pretty rare too. Usually it's just frustrated people seeking some sort of a release by being negative with others. Basically the same mistake, except that instead of seeking a release through good energy and mistaking it with love, it's a case of seeking a release through "bad" energy and mistaking it with hatred. Meaning one side try to get the good out of people because that makes them feel good, the other side try to get the bad because that makes them feel good.
Neither of those two instances is love or hatred.
I guess what I mean is : true love, like true hatred, are both specific. So, if someone is hating something because that something is specifically something, then that is real hatred. Because real hatred, like real love, are bonded to a particular person. As long as you're not ready to do anything to make someone happy and protect them with your life, this is not love. As long as you're not ready to do anything to make someone mad/sad and destroy them even if that means risking your life, that is not hatred.
Not all good relations are love, not all bad relations are hatred. I think I started being an ass there because in my opinion you all give away what makes love special by mistaking it with other things. I like that love is rare and takes time between two people (I guess I'm a romantic), and you all with your spreading "love" are annoying me by taking away what make it special.
So thanks for trying, but I'm not going to change my mind about it. Better ignore me or answer to other people. I realized long ago that I was using this thread of comment only to practice some sort of brainwork on the subject. There is no reason to argue with me unless you want me to help me do that or really start to think about it for yourself. Though I don't mind personnally, but people here seems to seek comfort in the illusion I'm deconstructing for myself so it may not be a good idea to answer me any further (yes I know it was condescending).
That's it, bye.
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Wow! Remember that 'Christ' is within you. So you can believe in you.
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If you are seeing this I want you to know that I am so proud of you for making this far, you’ve been so strong. I want you to know that you deserve happiness and love in your life and that it’s going to come. I wish you luck on the rest of your journey, blessings <3
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@Nondual Dynamics I changed my mind. I don't agree with you anymore
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@Nondual Dynamics I agree with you