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Love Not War

by Randy Hobbs

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new album by randy hobbs

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released May 15, 2017

written and produced by randy hobbs,
except:

- "bootlace", co-produced by mr. hoosteen
vocals, lyrics and title by arlo parks
- "gazed", contains elements of "voor ik vergeet" by spinvis
- "nadia's theme", written by barry de vorzon & perry botkin jr.
- "ivory snow", written and produced by randy hobbs & mr. hoosteen
- "i've done it again", written by barry reynolds & marianne faithfull

produced between august 2016 and april 2017

album mix by mr. hoosteen
songs mixed and mastered by randy hobbs,
except tracks 3 and 8, mixed and mastered by randy hobbs & mr. hoosteen

artwork by randy hobbs & mr. hoosteen

special thanks to mr. hoosteen, arlo parks & the entire OMEAC crew.
without your support, none of this would be possible. I love you all.

thank you for downloading!

- randy

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Randy Hobbs The Netherlands

''and so it begins''

a 17 year old dance-pop/indie/house producer that likes to secretly sample stuff. producing since 2012 and part of the OMEAC crew since 2013.

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Track Name: Bootlace (ft. Arlo Parks)
Let's get your dad's little hatchback
Cruise on down to the beach
Toted stained denim backpacks and black slashed up jeans
Bounce to Em in the 90's
Basement boombap filled daydreams
Let's doodle love notes to Cobain
Dance in the rain till our ankles sprain
And our throats get raw from rapping in the rain
Run to what we want to become
Take long dips in the sunset mistook adulthood for progress
'Cause we ride through the night, twilight tribe
Posing pretty by riverside stop signs
Polaroids catch us in the tide of our youth
You and me scuffing Converse making our own truths
Buzzcut rough flicking pebbles at the tough

Blue pill, red pill, high off the scent
Of pleather guitar straps and post party toothpaste
We weave in and out of palm trees
Serene we're more than machines craving green
We're tupac bass teens
And the coins rattling in our jeans
We spend it on limited tees and cola by the sea
Leave the plastic kids buying friends
And depending on pence to feel relevant
Leave the ones who's heads are full of dead stars and damp cigars
We don't need stuff to make us who we are
'Cause we crash concerts and we whirl in the pearl coloured smoke
What's broken and unfurled is lost in the whirlwind of song
And the steel studded jackets and forgotten crisp packets
Remind us thats where we belong

'Cause we don't need handcuffs to prove we're grown up
We're free each other is enough