The title of Sipo’s first solo effort is rife with symbolism. The white rose is symbolic of death and rebirth, as in the shedding of his former self to pave the way for the emergence of his artistic debut. He previously recorded a three song EP (The Black Hills ) that included the hypnotic and pulsating “In Skin,” a track that finds new life on Year Of The White Rose. The creative fulfillment of those sessions inspired Sipo to leave his lucrative job, move outside Los Angeles to set up a studio on the ocean, and “go underground” where he wrote and recorded the nine powerful and compelling tracks that round out the collection. “Many people thought I was crazy to turn down the work,” he says, “but I thought I was crazy not to. I look at it like I purchased my own liberation instead of accumulating material things.”
Finances became a struggle at one point during this intensely creative period, but in true risk-taking indie artist fashion, Sipo resisted the temptation to get back into studio life. He turned down several offers to engineer albums that ultimately became massive hits in order to focus on making his own music. “These gigs were hard to resist given the state I was in,” he says, “but I knew they would consume all of my time. I made the decision to continue mining my own creative depths instead. Something transformative was taking place in my life and it was more powerful than I had control of. I was casting off everyone and everything that had their claws in me, including my own self, and a new level of consciousness was revealing itself.”
Once the songs were written, he brought them to life with a powerful, organically driven rhythm section featuring Drew Moss on bass and two drummers, Max Cuzor and Robi Gonzalez, who call themselves Rawbeats. The duo custom built their own drum kit dubbed “The Mono” and play different beats on it at the same time creating polyrhythms throughout the album. As for the vocals, Year Of The White Rose has provocative lyrics that tie directly into the themes of self-realization and transcendence. The hard driving, explosive, and otherworldly opener “He Who Has Ears Let Him Hear…” cuts the confusion of the external world and turns the ear inwards. “White Light,” centered around a dream Sipo had, deals with suffering and purgation. The darker edged “See Change” finds him searching the shadows for greater consciousness. The final track “Rise” documents his own disintegration and reconstruction. “Year Of The White Rose,” Sipo states, “is my attempt at inner redemption and union through music.”
Mayday
Sipo Lyrics
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Ich seh' wie Mamas Träne fließt (skrrt)
Viel zu weit entfernt vom Paradies (ey)
Guck' sie orten uns per Satellit (skrrt)
Wieder auf der Flucht vor der Police (ey)
Und sie funken immer wieder Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, ah-ah-ah
Die Stimmen in meinem Kopf sie machen Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, ah-ah-ah
Check, Bullen jagen mich, ja sie befragen mich (brr)
Sie kennen meinen Namen doch ich sage nix (pow, pow)
Renn' wenn die Scharfe klickt, schaufel' ein Grab für dich
Für dich opfer' ich mein Tageslicht
Hotbox im Mietwagen, Kripos, die zivil fahnden
Denn wir knacken Türen mit Kreditkarten
Schmuggel Kokabälle für die Bras in Zelle rein
Schlag' dir mit der Ballantines direkt in die Fresse rein
Oh no (no), immer auf Observation (oh-oh)
Blicke durch die Gitter zum Mond (Mond)
Warten bis die Engel uns holen, bis die Engel uns holen
Ich seh' wie Mamas Träne fließt (skrrt)
Viel zu weit entfernt vom Paradies (ey)
Guck' sie orten uns per Satellit (skrrt)
Wieder auf der Flucht vor der Police (ey)
Und sie funken immer wieder Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, ah-ah-ah
Die Stimmen in meinem Kopf sie machen Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, ah-ah-ah
Sipo ist zurück High Definition-Streetlegend (yeah)
Hundert Prozent Strasse denn du siehst mich vor Police rennen (brr)
Boss, wie Escobar, trag' die Kosten für deinen Sarg (ey)
Du willst gerne sein wie wir, doch du Pisser bist nicht hart (haha)
Scheine zählen und Flous machen, mitten in der Booth babbeln
Baba ich bin viel zu weit entfernt von deinen Fußstapfen
Fick den Richter und die Staatsanwaltschaft
Flachs den Staat und geh' in Therapie statt in Haps
No, no, immer auf Observation
Blicke durch die Gitter zum Mond
Warten bis die Engel uns holen, bis die Engel uns holen
Ich seh' wie Mamas Träne fließt (skrrt)
Viel zu weit entfernt vom Paradies (ey)
Guck' sie orten uns per Satellit (skrrt)
Wieder auf der Flucht vor der Police (ey)
Und sie funken immer wieder Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, ah-ah-ah
Die Stimmen in meinem Kopf sie machen Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, ah-ah-ah
In the opening verse of "MAYDAY" by Sipo, the lyrics paint a vivid picture of a life filled with struggle and constant evasion of law enforcement. The singer observes their mother's tears flowing, emphasizing the distance from any semblance of paradise. The use of "Mayday" as a distress signal highlights the ongoing turmoil and danger the singer faces, with the police tracking their movements through satellite surveillance. The internal turmoil and urgency are depicted through the repetition of "Mayday" in both the vocals and the voices in the singer's mind, creating a sense of chaos and desperation.
In the second verse, the intensity escalates as the singer describes being hunted by the police, refusing to cooperate with interrogations despite the authorities knowing their name. The imagery of running when the gun clicks and preparing a grave for someone else underscores the stakes and potential violence in this lifestyle. The illegal activities, such as breaking into doors with credit cards and smuggling drugs, demonstrate the defiance and criminality present in the singer's actions. The mention of sacrificing one's own daylight for someone else's demise adds a layer of darkness and selflessness within this dangerous world.
The third verse introduces Sipo, presenting himself as a street legend in high definition, embodying the essence of the streets by outrunning the police. The comparison to Escobar and the willingness to cover the costs of another's coffin convey a sense of power and dominance in the singer's persona. The dismissive attitude towards those aspiring to be like them, labeling them as weak, further solidifies their sense of superiority in this underworld. The emphasis on wealth accumulation and speaking boldly in the booth reflect a pride in the criminal lifestyle that Sipo inhabits, distancing himself from those who cannot understand or match his experiences.
Continuing the themes of distance from paradise and constant evasion of the police, the final verse reinforces the singer's acknowledgment of their mother's tears and the ongoing struggle to stay ahead of the authorities. The satellite tracking and repeated distress signals of "Mayday" symbolize the perpetual state of danger and urgency in this life. The voices in the singer's mind intensify the sense of internal conflict and pressure, hinting at the mental toll of living on the edge. The repetition of the chorus underscores the cyclical nature of these challenges, hinting at a relentless cycle of evading capture and seeking refuge until the elusive safety of being taken away by angels.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Sipan Aycicek, Samuele Frijo
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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