Solar Ellipsis

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First self-titled EP from Solar Ellipsis. This EP was recorded and mixed in James Boyes' home studio. It was mastered by Dynamic Mastering Services in York, U.K.

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released February 19, 2015

Vocals - James Boyes
Drums - Noah Hinrichsen
Saxophone - Daniel Hopin
Trombone - Brandon Delpino

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Solar Ellipsis Gainesville, Florida

4 piece Jazz-Hop band from Gainesville, FL. Formed in October 2014 by Daniel Hopin, Noah Hinrichsen, Brandon Delpino and James Boyes at the University of Florida. REPRESENT.

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Track Name: Mandible
Is this dispute practical right now, now?
Are the results tangible and if so how, how?
Do we consume ourselves like cannibals,
when we fist fight like animals?
I think so well the mandible is coming to your town, town.
Are we worn out yet? Cos we're always running our mouths,mouths.
When that one goes off you might be left in the shroud, shroud.
The parlance, of a million miniature parliaments,
could never stop the mandible coming to your town, town.

Know that we do what we do,
we compromise when we think it through,
do it with the rhythm and the blues
yeah you know how we do. (x2)

Is this dispute practical right now, now?
Are the results tangible and if so how, how?
Do we consume ourselves like cannibals,
when we fist fight like animals?
I think so well the mandible is coming to your town, town.
Are we worn out yet? Cos we're always running our mouths,mouths.
When that one goes off you might be left in the shroud, shroud.
The parlance, of a million miniature parliaments,
could never stop the mandible coming to your town, town.

Know that we do what we do,
we compromise when we think it through,
do it with the rhythm and the blues
yeah you know how we do. (x2)

Listen up,
better talk right. (x8)

Know that we do what we do,
we compromise when we think it through,
do it with the rhythm and the blues
yeah you know how we do. (x2)
Track Name: Ninety-Nine
I've worked it out they never loved us,
but they never even understood us,
give a man anything he could ask for,
and the same man still gonna ask for more,
satisfaction is found in a simple life,
and the attraction is reaching new heights,
well the love is for people,
for raw human experience,
no matter how much money you spent.

Who's in and who's out?
99 just down for the count. (x2)

So we hit new lows and that's how it goes,
the roots must sink for flower to grow,
trampled down like a tramp,
a man reduced to his pennies on the pan-handle,
scandalous represented by the 1% and their interests,
so we pay interest on being uninterested,
arrested development of 99 settlements,
99 problems stemming from the money,
a flurry of the lemmings from a cliff so scummy,
its not a game,
internalized so we locked in our own brains,
commercialized so we forced to pay. (x4)

Who's in and who's out
99 just down for the count. (x2)

Let me take it back to basics,
inequality ain't natural man-made it,
the intent was clear money and power,
Created time so they could drill out the profits by the hour,
so where are our prophets now?
Following their paper trials,
have we really gone and lost it now?
Whats your milk your honey and your holy grail?

Who's in and who's out
99 just down for the count. (x2)
Track Name: Wandering
Step down to the ground with the mystical,
miserable when we hurtle the syllable,
so lyrical we work to the pinnacle,
start from the minimal then work the miracle,
incredibly quick like skateboard licks ey,
boy you know we grind in the mix,
confide in the rap that we spit,
straight from the rubble to the ritz,
many man bong hits,
I'm a monster,
watch me conquer,
the impostors,
and then ponder,
the slumber,
when we wonder,
will man ever get from under,
outnumbered,
by the hundreds,
still many men wallowing in hunger,
give back to the raiser running a rat race,
raise up above all the bad taste.

I'm wandering,
life pondering. (x4)

No doubt well I will admit,
the mad is magic no never tragic,
and never panic cos rhymes are collected,
until all the synapses are connected,
kinetic yo with the flow,
and you already know,
to avoid being left outside in the cold,
well the roots are deeper,
either seen as a man or a creature,
locked down by the teachers,
locked in by the preachers,
when will the soul take form and feature in a way to reach ya?
One toke on the reefer,
when I see ya we light up. (x2)

I'm wandering,
life pondering. (x4)

Make way now,
make way now,
make way now,
yeah, for the underground. (x2)
Track Name: New Orleans
When I'm running it too deep with no sleep,
looking for the rewards to reap,
never stop when I peak above the mountains,
acidic with the rain to fill the fountains,
of the youth and I'm giving it Darwinian proof,
in the booth its liquid the truth gonna drown,
bark up the wrong tree now we gonna hound,
coming around you like a bubble,
break you down telescopically like the Hubble,
its empirical with evidence,
every man endeavoring any weather he can,
yo and its all for the right reasons,
bring joy Vivaldi and the Four Seasons,
so hot that we dwell with the demons,
the demons of the whole damn crew,
now we bringing it 1...2!

Woo,
eyyy,
woo,
yeah yeah. (x2)

Unscathed and untapped,
Columbus never came so we unmapped,
dangle cheese but I call it a rat trap,
watch us skyrocket like a salary when uncapped,
tainted by the rugged individual,
usually a man that's putting on for the visual,
yo I won't settle for the minimal,
but money ain't the pinnacle,
that's poly and syllable,
speak out reach out to the bottomless,
don't look down on the cries as monotonous,
many have come and gone,
and whether its right or wrong,
add them to the history,
assist me and persist when its fiscally,
impossible to make ends meet,
like gang warfare when you cross the street,
survival is found on the beat.

Woo,
eyyy,
woo,
yeah yeah. (x2)

Do you know that the many,
are gonna struggle for the penny. (x4)

Woo,
eyyy,
woo,
yeah yeah. (x2)
Track Name: Samson
Shits more manageable when we spit from the mandible,
man's jaw to the floor because your words are maleable,
when you're heated acting on your animal instints,
unfathamable and distinct,
but follow and fathom taking a trip to your inner-cavern,
out of the tavern making a stopry for those that never had em,
average Adam grab an apple ain't never had em,
we spit fire like your inner-dragon,
raise your lantern stand tall like Samson,
the Deity with the golden delivery,
evoke transparency,
freedom and chains in a synergy,
don't pay attention to fore-fathers of liberty,
to make a milli,
without selling your soul,
is about as likely as the Mayan prophecy of the ending,
unless time was bending,
then the past better listen to the message that I'm sending.

And I'm getting on way,
getting on my way. (x2)

In your stand like lemonade,
understand where the money's made,
upperhand on your brother's game,
outstanding you got fame,
the family went when you went insane,
I remain on the outside looking inside,
like many of the poorerst out there with souls still alive,
but the pressure is applied,
demand supplies cos the excess,
is the next step,
to wreck out laboratpory like Dexter's,
the lexicon freed to the world like an ex-con,
every song is written to be the best one,
and when it comes down to the mental,
we all programmed to take steps so sequential,
the formula I be appalled at ya,
the more of ya inspire us to bring the fall of ya,
never in awe of ya,
like a great landscape that said no the man man man!

And I'm getting on way,
getting on my way. (x2)

You know me,
my baby. (x5)