featured | Ray Kurzweil feat. in progessive hip hop song by Ceschi Ramos

About searching for balance in the fast moving world.
May 7, 2018


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Portrait of musician, singer + song-writer Ceschi Ramos.


Listen to the song “Kurzweil.”

album: Broken Bones Ballads
song: “Kurzweil”
musician: Ceschi Ramos
year: 2015

listen: “Kurzweil” • song


about | * Ceschi Ramos makes his own version of progressive hip hop music — spliced with elements of folk + indie rock. Although he has almost mathy technical rap abilities, he’s first and foremost a singer + song-writer at heart. Although one Ceschi song may consist of punk influenced fast raps, the next may be a quiet ballad played on acoustic guitar.

* Julio Francisco Ramos is aka Ceschi Ramos


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About musician, singer + song-writer Ceschi Ramos.

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publication: the Daily Nutmeg
section: Arts + Entertainment
story title: Head Rap: Ceschi
author: by Sorrel Westbrook
date: January 10, 2018



lyrics | “Kurzweil”
For the alternative hip hop song by Ceschi Ramos.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall: some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall — nothing lasts too long
I’m not advanced — I’m no Kurzweil
Just a man and I’m flawed

Let’s play pretend — bend
Move it on beyond your body transcend
I am just a broken version of the perfect person
Searching for some type of affordable plastic surgeon
To solder these wires properly

Honestly I bought a million vitamins in the hopes
That they might mend my endless flaws — amino acid concoctions
That claimed that they would make me calm
I wish I could’ve been a better person
When it actually meant something — not now
These retrospective reflections won’t reverse my errors
Just an endless apology follows me — stuck on repeat

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall: some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall — nothing lasts too long
I’m not advanced — I’m no Kurzweil
Just a man and I’m flawed

Made a life in places where dreams die — X marks where you’ll see Y
I coordinate time in form of space — defy what they’ve defined
Long as you can afford it fine — order mine I’m in the claws of time
I’m sorta Jordan Belfortified — I mind the more til it’s more than mine
Ain’t so sure who I used to be — even less of his use to me
Waiting on the singularity to come and wipe my error clean

Don’t need your memory truthfully, I’m still ghost ride this griffin
But here’s the silent difference, even if my values are questionable
They know my value isn’t

Got drunk on true love — [ censored for general audience ]
Six years plus lost in the fog — [ censored for general audience ]
Our trespasses surpass us — all encompassing shadows cast
Wrapping our limbs up as the rafters come crashing
Holding on until it falls apart
A holocaust of hearts — [ censored for general audience ]

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall: some will fight for survival
Very few will stand tall — nothing lasts too long
I’m not advanced — I’m no Kurzweil
Just a man and I’m flawed

September 4th I was taken by Connecticut state
And placed into custody — shackled roughly
Processed and stripped naked
Hispanic H on my ID — like many men in chains by me
All we ever really want to do is find peace — but spend lifetimes only fighting
I’m no enlightened being — just been taught by the things I’ve seen
Violently made mountains of mistakes — got lost in my faults and greed
All these men live life like me — gamblers who risked everything
To feed their seeds or breed their dreams
In the end got caught under lock and key