SEEKING
Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Piano, Background Singer.ABOUT
My name is Lynsey Ann
My movement is Moxie
I am looked for musicians to grow with and tour
- Screen name:
- LynseyAnnMoxie
- Member since:
- Sep 16 2017
- Active over 1 month ago
- Level of commitment:
- Touring
- Years playing music:
- 20
- Gigs played:
- 10 to 50
- Tend to practice:
- 1 time per week
- Available to gig:
- 2-3 nights a week
- Most available:
- Nights
Influences
Whitney Houston
Phyllis Hyman
Angela Bofill
Ella Fitzgerald
Janelle Monae
Jill Scott
Erykah Badu
Esperanza Spaulding
Lianne La Havas
Corinne Bailey Rae
Instrument experience:
- Vocalist:
- Expert
EQUIPMENT
N/A - rental until permanent
MUSIC
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HoneyMooners
HoneyMooners
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Who Are They #2
Who Are They #2Who is they What are they How are they Legally able to get away Terror to they Give it away No looking back Cause we are the other Fuck the mammy Damn the mother Hands are tied Babies covered They scrutinize The they we convey Barbarous slave Inhuman monster Stir it up Scare them blind Liberal monster Stir the pot Grind Grind Grind Deep seeded Confined Imaginative demons Deep seeded Reasons Beyond our control They can be bold They can be them 45 is him Antichrist Babylon Wreckless Figure head Be gone Fuck the mammy Damn the mother Rhetoric can't recover Foolish games they play Make they go away
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Venus Burdens #4
Venus Burdens #4I need to be hurt to feel alive I need pain to survive Adrenaline it's beyond what pulses through my burdens The shame that seeps into the gaze The pain that I'm living with openly I seek revenge against myself For all my transgressions I haven't done just yet Sabotage is my best friend Destroying every form of joy in clear view Running to the demolition sight That is my broken spirit Why you ask? Why not I implore? Do you cry they ask? Enough to fill the 7 seas and to submerge hades in a fowl swoop of self degradation
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FunandGames # 5
FunandGames # 5I looked around astounded How can it be so easy to try on another’s skin What does it mean for the soul that is stripped The gyration of her body I am invisible in my observation of Their euphoria Why is it so easy to be An appropriator Why is it so difficult for me Not to be angry I am livid But I laugh I sip down the burning poison And listen to the monstrosity of Lyrics that ring heavy in my ear I am tired, but I’m too lonely to go home I watch as they effortlessly try on all the things That I have mustered up courage to accept about myself My skin, my hair, my joy, my existence I remember staring in the mirror at myself Trying to convince my reflection That I am pretty Seems silly when I say it out loud But I watch, and stare, and revel In how easy it is for them to just Exist I burn with the envy of a child desiring dessert before dinner time I watch in eagerness to see if they dare say that word in front of me I wish they would So I can have an excuse to hate But I can’t My humanity won’t let me I want to live in their skin for just a moment To see if I can understand what Privilege really tastes like But I regret even saying anything Even bringing it up I know it won’t resolve itself And it stings, it bleeds, it dries up and dies And I have to remember why I even came out in the first place To watch them in bliss, singing along to Michael Walking through me as if I’m the hired hand And not another patron I imagine if all the colors of chocolate where in this room How much better the party would be I reminisce on my school days The southern drawl of being in a black bubble Never suffocating Just observing the authenticity Of what it meant to enjoy Existing I fed a homeless man at the end of the night I needed to feel valued And be seen
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Unapologetic #6
Unapologetic #6I am not your pan toting Mammy Your saartje Sapphire I don’t even Shake my ass Unless I want to And if I do Who asked you to watch Women don’t just hold up half the sky We hold up the soul that is life beyond our galaxy Don’t psycho analyze me My body It is not property to be dissected and scrutinized I don’t have to say anything To damage your ego I will not ask permission Like candor is sold on corners Next to the liquor store and across the street from every church that rings of the white savior whose never stepped foot on the block except to kill, corrupt, and corrode the minds of our youth believing in misinformation spewed across TV screens owned by the devil himself no context overloaded narratives producing normalized madness I am the subject of all conversations But I exist Only in the fantasy of my own making Control will not be bought It is demanded Forms the bowels of freedom Suffering is a pastime Mastery is key
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Black Woman Is God #7
Black Woman Is God #7My bones are covered with stories They pave a way for the remainder of my transgressions I've never been one to restrain my condition The decisions already seem to be made for me I will not shame my future passion and desire I burn it all to hell before I apologize For saint behavior I've grown into these scars Melded deep within these mistakes Made an evolution from their pain Swallowed cosmos with tear drops the size of my auntie's falsetto I make no explanation to my authenticity, they don't teach you how to be genuine in primary They don't pay enough for these kind of adventures I am forbidden and sacred My bones bear the weight of my experience Discernment takes courage
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Ancestry #1
Ancestry #1
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Intention & Contemplation #3
Intention & Contemplation #3Shifting notions, implicit message Barbie’s image, self-hatred projected Fake news dilution, problems constructed SNL bit, downplays the morally corrupted Pipelines to prison, Industry greed Dubois’ speaks of souls, They destroy us to feed Objects are women, created to breed Saving what’s known as the “superior seed” Pickaninny jargon, ‘niggas’ been normed Materialistic gain, sapphire is born Hubris defined, in the alt-right house 45, Cheeto brand, supremacy route Tiki-torch protests, freedom of speech Black lives matter, it’s time to beseech Social Media dominance, matrix mind bound Microwave philosophy, authentic journey not found Praise in the fame, integrity dwindles Notoriety roots, internal value rekindle
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Outro - Hobbies
Outro - HobbiesLyrics: Lovers are a hobby A pastime one tends to outgrow Then becomes A bore (-- Divorce)
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Over You
Over YouLyrics: Verse 1: You acted so, insidiously You broke me down it was obscene Betrayal so, so violently I played stupid perfectly But now... Chorus: I’m over you, over you, over over Verse 2: You had you’re chance, and now it’s gone You selfish prick, we don’t belong But it’s accountabillity That I will take to become free Chorus: I’m over you, over you, over over - proud ASCAP member
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Hi - Fi
Hi - FiChorus: He made me so high (metaphorically) So high So high yea. He made me so high (metaphorically) So high So high yea. Verse 1: Picture This... Fantasy Broken Dreams... Reality Spiderwebs Antipathy Grant me love, Aphrodite Sinner Man Respectability Ego Trip Bound Slavery Please Sinner Man Set me free Sinner man Just be with me... Chorus: He made me so high (metaphorically) So high So high yea. Verse 2: Hypnotized... Ignorance Leprechaun, grant me one wish Snap out of it... Naïveté Moth to the flame, unspoken shame Sinner Man Confess your need Third eye blind Submissive, chivalry Please Sinner Man Escape in Me Sinner Man You hold the key... Chorus: He made me so high (metaphorically) So high So high yea. Break Down: My psychic reading was wrong talk about love and shit this we stuff dead and gone your blocked on my phone i quit forgive and gotta let go not on that step quite yet envy is green i know your living the life i bet fool am i fool am i fool am i i wanna cry i wanna cry i wanna cry just let it die let it die let it die cause you got me so high (metaphorically) Chorus: He made me so high (metaphorically) So high So high yea. Proud ASCAP member
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Signals
Signals
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Vulnerability Interlude
Vulnerability Interlude
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Intro - Close
Intro - Close
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State of Mind: Perspectives in pink, grey, & blue
State of Mind: Perspectives in pink, grey, & blue
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"young lyfe"
"young lyfe"Verse 1: I woke up Sunday morning still drunk from the night before I hopped up in the shower washed my ass and put on my clothes I got work tomorrow, hate my boss don't wanna go I go bills to pay, shit to do, no cash to blow but This is my life I do what I want, this is the path I chose So, can't tell me nothin' stubborn as hell I'm on my own Fuck what the man says, can I live can I grow Mistakes are a part of life gon' pick up ya ass, get with the show Chorus: We livin' this young lyfe Livin this young lyfe, yea We livin' this young lyfe Livin this young lyfe, yea We livin' this young lyfe Livin this young lyfe, yea Verse 2: Monday rolled around I watched the clock, till it was time to go The bitch I called my boss, acts a fool and always puts on a show She treats me like I'm stupid, cause of the path she chose Control your own destiny and pick up your ass get with the show Spoken Word: I wake up in the mornings Feelin so lonely, know I gotta focus, know I gotta hustle I see my people's struggles we livin in slow motion With all of this commotion All of this, self promotion We need to find a balance, we need to find a purpose We need to find a balance, we need to find a purpose Chorus: We livin' this young lyfe Livin this young lyfe, yea We livin' this young lyfe Livin this young lyfe, yea We livin' this young lyfe Livin this young lyfe, yea
