Leaving / Left

by Wool See

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Matthew Wills Leaving/Left Left/Over are both bangers,love it bro! Favorite track: Pack It Up, Pack It Intro.
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Dimxsk IAME has always been my favorite "Sandperson". His work with various producers is unceasingly awesome, and I am finding that with his one man project Wool See, taking control of every aspect of production not only produces amazing music but allows even more of who he is as an artist to shine through. Pick up the B-Sides EP Left / Over before it's gone, Open Arms is an amazing track.
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Imaginary rap band Wool See have announced their 4th full-length album Leaving / Left, out September 29th on Heaven Noise Recordings (with a limited edition run of 20 hand-numbered cassettes available via art label Hello L.A.). The album’s title and much of its subject was inspired by front-man IAME’s recent cross-country move from Portland, Oregon to a rural area in Northeastern Vermont. The prolific Sandpeople and Oldominion affiliate makes it clear that while love was the motive behind following his wife back to her home state, agreeing to leave his home of 27 years was an emotionally taxing decision.
“Leaving / Left was made during the process of selling our house, packing our belongings and preparing to move,” he explains.
“This album is about leaving what's familiar. It's about the tension in a relationship when big uncertainties loom overhead. It's about the changing face of Portland; a city where 100 transplants arrive each day. It's about accepting that so much of what we know is already gone and that we've been left behind.”
Though it’s full of personal subject matter, the album wasn’t created in a vacuum. The outside world’s strife is as present in these songs as the artist’s inner turmoil. “Pack It Up, Pack It Intro” sets the tone with lines like “pack the U-Haul with all that I am; boxes of nostalgia, anxiety and nausea” and “that’s just the landscape, red and blue / My mind-states been divvied too.”
“Sideways” is an examination of character flaws versus circumstance while “Blast Radius” touches on society's toxic obsession with fame, wealth, and trending that maintains our mostly tragic status quo.
As with previous Wool See releases, Leaving / Left was entirely written and produced by IAME and the ghosts in his head. The beats are thick and crisp, the melodies lush and vibrant. At just under 30 minutes, it’s a polite listen but one that is sure to reveal new layers with each revisit.


released September 29, 2017

All songs written, produced and mixed by Wool See.

Mastered by Zebulon Dak.


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Track Name: Pack It Up, Pack It Intro
Can't take this shit with me nah 
Shimmy shimmy yah,
cheviot sheep flock 
I G5 the Jihad, feel the Gulf Stream
Spot a fly threat then the break out the swatter 
Squad is lit 
And the light expose how small it is 
I'm not ashamed, modest frame 
Big love, Bill Paxton 
big ideas, expansive  
Packing some - fire in the one hitter 
Pack the trunk with some extra cat litter
Pack the U-Haul with all that I am 
Boxes of nostalgia, anxiety and nausea 
Marbles still partially unaccounted for 
the ones I have, loose
hear them rolling round the floor..
try to not let it distract 
Got one last mission before beginning this trek 
In the midst of missile launches as pissing contests,
after we voted in Russia's most precious prospect
That's just the landscape, red and blue,  
my mind-states been divvied too.. 
My heart and my heads in a family feud 
Steve Harvey announce winner, and their screwed
Better luck next time miss Columbia... (you are all of us)
Saying so long
for all the homies I been ghost on 
I'm sorry but I doubt y'all missed me much 
Evident by who hits me up.
VIP in this empty club
introvert go skurrrt in the Prius
back to the house put on sweat pants
and get entranced in the projects, all this to say.. I know it's a 2 way street
If you stay reaching.. and all that I've been's aloof  
If I said the solitude ensures the follow thru, is it a valid excuse?
I don't play well with others, yet I thrived in some groups (and now)
I might talk myself in circles... or annoy my wife ’til she thru..   I can't help it
Track Name: Bylaws
Heavy sound, 
Heaven noise in the clouds 
Even when the imprint was infant 
Didn't shit in no huggies, I did like big kids, wow
Pull up, that mean biz been handled 
Subscribe to the channel now
I ain't here to front like it's popping when it's not but this a intricate dance move to you it looks like flopping.. 
Been a half a decade since I took a loss but
All this calculating can get exhausting 
There's benefits in tunnel vision,
I just unfocus my eyes, see how much can get in 
Whole life flashing like a brush with death 
This came to me in premonition, this is what I expect 
But you don't see that far.. brick hurling toward your face, it’s gone leave a mark 
My reflex is Kat Von Dee pressing needle down to ink flesh.
My double helix is grinning like Felix
and no elixir can leave the disease cured..
that's cliche ill, but I say it still.. on hiatus from faded but the way the cadence tilt,
the way drums lean 
You'd think I fell off the wagon, swilling my favorite well, or even better
but why risk having that Jamie spill.. that's blasphemy I tell you 
Blarney stoned, Marley tone
wailing ’til the party gone..
charismatic as a car alarm, Tom Morello on guitar shredding gnar
I wish I was the drug czar, cuz then I probably wouldn't know where the drugs are 
Walkers in these streets, some came from doctors with degrees,
some just had a bad friend tape cinderblocks up to their feet
before throwing them off one of our many bridges..  
prescription to infliction to addiction you ain't swimming..
learn marine biology, a fiend’s apology,
transparent as jellyfish, manipulate obtain the fix, 
Come back with that obscene toxicology (these are sad times, heavy times)
Sorry I don't know the bylaws.. so much fine print
I'm just trying to stay awake   
I don't know the bylaws.. so much fine print
I'm just trying to stay awake
I don't know the bylaws.. contract so thick,
I'm just trying to stay awake
Sorry I don't know the bylaws.. so much fine print
I'm just trying to stay awake   

You know what I mean..      
Track Name: Lumps
Pour it out 
Days of yore 
I’d tour and get tore down
stages we tore up in states of adored foul 
Main support by Jameson, make some noise for them..
Warm crowd, The headliners brought out 
And lines that I wrote down at one time are like 
Headphones in your pocket, the chords wild 
I don't even know how they tangled to this extent 
My brain is a thorn pile 
But I'm reformed now
Put the bottles down, no more porters, stouts or porterhouse  
I’m living a little different, but not sure it counts..
Still sordid as ever just trying to sort it out  
Oblivion was alluring like I was born to drown
Fishermen threw that lure in, I bit he pulled me out.. 
Now it's either prep me for feast, or catch and release..
I'll take my chance on the dinner table, let's eat..

What have we here?
New frontier
I know my days are numbered
But I’m no longer numb
What have we here, a new frontier
I know that my days are numbered
I am no longer numb to the fear
I’ll take my, I’ll take my, I’ll take my lumps

Guess that's a wrap, 
Years back, the camp had impressive stats 
We’d pack out Berbati’s pan, or the Hawthorne with fam.. 
Like Gray Matters, shout out Mr, we may have battled 
I may have spit a weak third.. there's a lesson to be learned..
always be prepared, should I ever return.  
I’ll show any emcee,that steps up to a free urn  
That’s just my era kid,
Respect the rep, protect your neck.. don’t be arrogant 
I represent the deafest and coldest, y'all done slept on with your soma..
when you snap out of your comas, what year is it?
Twenty timeless and I got my own style 
No I'll not be doing impressions 
That dilutes the message 
I pollute the heavens with the decibels 
Turn it up, rattle the dust off your collectibles
Let it go..
I'm no longer threatened by the new crop,
I see Dodger making moves and Amine getting views..  
These aren't the homies or the crews that we used to see at
Cyphers at the Backspace, Mondays at the Greek Cusina (Portland)
I've been apart its history but the reports don't mention me..  
To say attention doesn't interest me is a lie..
but I guess I take more than I give
I do this shit to fight depression, not exist in the spotlight.. y'all can have it
Track Name: Sideways
It's like a jungle sometimes, ewhemowhey
People may categorize it as emo rap 
More like wrecked ship.. sink  into the ink then let the pen drift,
ex binge-drinker, not Kendrick 
mad kid from a good part of the city, 
The suburbs where pretty entitled girls get shitty
at the will of insidious intentions.. football players get all their attention 
I was just getting friend-zoned, something in the headphones, helped me transcend though 
Slowly a path was presented 
Did it make sense, no..  
wasn't inspired by any similar stories.. 
Heroes depend on the glory 
And mine were either Afrocentric or hood scholars
At the time, kids like me would be on some good charlotte
Found a loophole thru urbanites repping that worker life,
still it was requisite you earn your stripes,
authenticity was always in question.. but we no longer inquire
I guess bottom is higher..
as in it's just a point where your less famous, less balling,
life's sadist, hands around the neck of us Les Pauling 
When I sought a voice all my own, never thought I’d own this
A microscope to examine my neurosis 
Or my marriage's ups and downs, therapys what is bound,
spiral amidst these pages, obviously a metaphor cuz paper is outdated 

Sideways, everything ends up Sideways
Everything ends up Sideways
Wish I could say I’m straight
But everything ends up Sideways

Let me give you the tour 
It's dark, damp.. and cramped like sardine can
Pardon me,
Taxed by parliament pack 
The bars mean, What exact part of the Darwin is that?
rhythms just rude 
My wisdom teeth grew in, room to spare
Like an Airplane hangar, Don’t mind what I do in there 
What flies out is lights out 
Kamikaze vessel.. to where the Ponzy tests you 
pacifist with brass knuckles, who ordered the nazi special
It's not on ze menu but I'll make an exception
If you Richard Spencer, bitch your gender
Our president White supremacist vendor you pitch a tent for, 10-4 
This ain't tinfoil hat shit 
We voted, the kremlin foiled that shit 
Could’ve got Bernie, maybe we not worthy
Maybe no one can save us, maybe we all vermin
And this is what we deserve, I'm just waiting on a verdict,
maybe this all predetermined
Algorithms in a simulation we all immersed in
Maybe someday Elon will merge us with our smart tech
So we can compete in the job market  
with R2D2 , need to embellish on this resume 
Writes in rescued Princess Leia 
I’m not sure why my interests lie near something with a vicious bite
The arts organic, but the business side is pesticide, that’s why it ends up sideways
Track Name: Good Run
I take something that I love,
stick it somewhere in the cut, somewhere in the slug,
somewhere up above, never somewhere in the mud.
I just feel like
I need to take something that I love, stick it somewhere in the cut
before it's something that is done,
before God take something that I love
Before I'm mourning someone that I, uh

I can't live without you
Not in my mind at least, where else does one reside,
I'm confined it seems
Try to step outside, psilocybin tea
It's only opened the blinds
Windows and the doors still
Form some sort of force field
This a S.O.S. in morse code
troubled waters, see the dorsal
Before the film fin, will we mend or be torn souls
Either way it’s been a good run
Still running, blessed
This will never be anything less
Than one for the book of records
Photo albums on the phone
Always back them up but I fear someday
They'll be gone
Devices we depend on prone to crash
Like our brains as we age
We don't own this stash
Of memories, they fade but our energy remains
Albeit displaced
I'm just trying to leave with grace, leave something in this space
Like the sun sends its rays, feel that warmth on your face..
Goldilocks zone..
hate is magma, indifference is glacier..
I'm balanced on a tightrope
Between sky scrapers
There's only so many missteps one can make
Before they’re Tom Petty chorus
They got the farm ready for us
We either buy it or don't..
I'm getting tired but won't give
This sweat soaked towel a throw
Y'all should know.. this ain't really as dramatic
As I make it seem, seemingly out of habit
Just a habitat on the fault line
Shake it up like Mortons but the source is the salt mine
Dig deep and we got something.. rock solid
Dig deep and we got something
Dig deep and we got something worth fighting for

It’s been a good run yeah, it’s been a good run
Still a good run, still a good run
Track Name: Leaving / Left
I’ve been here for 27 years..
When it's clear and Saint Helens appears
With its flat top, 10 years after that popped
My family made the move from Illinois,
15 later I was in the sandlot, sharpening this blade like Katana
I met this girl off stage at the Tonic
MySpace, we was on it
We exchanged more than comments
Things were simpler back then but still change was upon us,
Fast forward twelve years

She's made up her mind, and I've made up mine
Not sure what the future holds but right now we're trying
To hold this together
Still in this together
So if she's leaving, I’m leaving with her
She's made up her mind, and I've made up mine
Not sure what the future holds but right now we're trying
To hold this together
Still in this together
We leaving left, there's no looking back
Cuz what's even left, don't look at that

This isn't what it was..
when it was new to me, cant speak for us
Somewhere between sick and the perfect buzz
A layer of dirt that we yearned to touch
You never planned to live here for good..
It’s too bad you found me, I kept you long as I could..
I shouldn't boast, but you could've went running like Hood to Coast
The years have flown by, now this adult life we been thrust into ..
No more drunk nights full of lust with you
We cleaned up, like this place we don't recognize, gentrified
Safer but less exciting than the grime we felt alive in

Boy meets cold world then a East Coast girl
Shows up like space heater
Brings him home, make his holidays sweeter
He meets her family, it's awkward but official
As inches of fresh snow makes for picturesque stroll
In the small town she grew up in..
It’s different from the city he's accustomed
She trusts him
Lets him inside and behind the scenes
To her bedroom full of childhood dreams and teenage crushes
But it's time to leave
Return the next year solidified the need
To return again in the Fall when the vibrant leaves
Bring the tourists through
Like that time we said our vows surrounded by orange hills
And just a few folks
Then it was back to the Northwest, business as usual..
we had our ups and downs
I’ve prolonged her stay
She's homesick, my homes with her, guess we on our way.. let's go
Track Name: Blast Radius
I'm in this motherfucker
Like you motherfuckin care
This games cold bruh
With Fangs of a cobra
To get paid is the goal but
I'm doing Giveaways like I’m Oprah
Look under your seat
You get a lot of Wool See
It's all over stock, Cuz I under achieved
But I endured the dream
That’s more than some of y'all can say at least,
even if I don't slay the beast, I make it bleed..
My blade unsheathed, I’m shaving hastily..
Gillette to neck, won't slow it down
I'm catching wreck.. ’til my mentions wet
And they sliding into the deep end that's My DMs
I'll ignore them like I don't see them
But I do… full disclosure, my ego bulging
I keep indulging, this superficial bullshit

This ain't where you want to be
Within the Blast radius
But blowing up comes with a fee
Pay up, player, pay up

This ain't what you thought it'd be
When they flash cameras
Blinded by the light to be seen
Say what, say what? say nothing

These are trap days
my cells wide open though, thats strange..
The tidal is moving fast pace
What am I supposed to do with that wave?
Streams is rapid... we still rafting
Look at me, I'm the captain
Life jackets should be tightly strapped
when we capsize you'll have a fighting chance
What am I saying though, I been submerged and inhaled..
Tasted salt in the Pacific, should be bottled up and gifted..
I washed up with the driftwood
On a Malibu shore..
started giving Hollywood tours,
seen more faults than a volleyball court
Watch the stars. they fall… they fall…
Collapse from exhaustion, (wink wink)
Go to rehab on some posh shit..
Looks like a spa trip..
Trying to make the few bumps you smuggled in the place last
Withdrawals with a cucumber face mask…
Leave refreshed, back to skeezers, schemes and stress..
within a few weeks your sinking depths,
it's back to what relieves it best, repeat deception

The homie's homie has a car that’s worth more than my crib..
I watch from afar but I know how they live..
plus I got the address, not proud of my methods
but I own that spite,
When they out stunting, might pull off that heist
Nah, I'm not about that life.. I'm sure they keep some house sitters
I might sound bitter but i sugar coat my bullets
That's high calorie caliber
Sending shots like insulin, put ends to your calendars,
the stench that your downwind of..
That's death by the millisecond.. starvation by the keyframe
Bombs per minute, set the tempo, attack and decay..
sustain with no release
Just pain, some praying for ‘lil peace
Is that too much to ask?
Perhaps it's not up for grabs
By design, it can't be instated by force
So we fighting for it but we also fighting what a fight is, whoa..
counter intuitive, who's really down to be doing it..
easier to write some songs than to right some wrongs
To get paid is the icing on the sick cake
Track Name: Everything Goes Dark...
Everyday I'm living like it's new
But I’ve been here before, yeah
I've been here before, yeah
Groundhog’s day again, I'm not amused
I've been here before, yeah

It's on repeat it seems but what am I supposed to do?
learn the ins and outs, might
learn the ins and outs, might
Discover something I never knew
Got myself all figured out.

But still I'm stuck in this limbo, bumping this pinball machine
To even the odds..
Trying weave thru the cars and leap from the logs to the Lilly pads,
Frogger, a loss leave you really flat
I'm at wonderland with a nickel sack, and a ticket stack..
Trying to see what dope prize I can get with that..
Life's not a game boy, no game genie full of cheat codes
some of us ain't need it though
There's a line that divides the fine from the impoverished, the prince and the pauper,
They put a price on the property, our lives a tax write off, a business expense,
In this capitalism entrenched
Society, decidedly absent from all
There is to accept..
Some of us ahead of the curve but that's bad news once the ledge has emerged

First they storm the gates in the dead of night
Throw in smoke grenades, and then they cut the lights
Everything goes dark but I know what the darkness hides
Everything goes dark but I know what the darkness hides

They all around us, but just out of sight
They fight like cowards, but they kill with might
Everything goes dark but I know what the darkness hides
Everything goes dark but I know what the darkness hides

Secrets serrated
Lies lacerate,
Skin masqueraded
These motherfuckers fake
I see through them cuz they share the
Same dimensions as a hundred dollar bill
Made thicker when its rolled up, to snort that Snowden, but who you gonna tell
I think it's more than Alexa listening..
Is it serious, what Siri is hearing?
Something nefarious peering in
My paranoia is merely a ten
And that's threat level midnight
Sweat from the brow, wipe
Fill it to the brim, lie
To myself it's alright
Yea, no we gonna be good… We got this

Intrinsic to the discipline, the wish to bend the laws of nature, pause inertia
Universal odds at work against us, all the way
All damn day, it's cray
Our dominions diminutive,
A drop in an ocean that's infinite but still we have it
What we do with it matters
Influence can gather
Momentum until
It's more than idle chatter
This might not end up within
The annals of time but rather
An anonymous work
Under ruins and dirt
If It's ever unearthed
At least I used these words
To leave humans submerged
Y'all just scratching the surface
I’ll buff that right out
that's my premium service.. you’ll be on your way

Everyday I’m living like it’s new..
But I’ve been here before, I’m not amused
Broken pieces on the floor,
Replace the windows, fix the door
They’ll break it all in again but I’m ready for ‘em

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