KIDKREYOL

Haitian Creole language (kreyòl ayisyen), often called simply Creole, is a language spoken in Haiti by about 8.5 million people (as of 2005), which is nearly the entire population. Haitian Creole has been recognized as an official language along with French, which had been the sole literary language of the country since its independence in 1804.

Having grown up playing many instruments, Blayer decided to take advantage off from school and begin a new project by himself in the summer of 2002. He would go on to write very sad and slow songs. Blayer implemented Moog synthesizer, Triton Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Live Drums, and Electronic beats. He chose lyrical themes from his colorful childhood in the hood of Newark and his love for Alternative music.

Recording began at his older brothers house. Lery Point-du-Jour was an accomplished rapper and had all the tools necessary for creating demos. Blayer became a regular fixture at the studio, recording 4 days a week. “I had absolutely nothing to do in Newark. So I decided to immerse myself in creating music. Most times I would just come up with a beat and write music all on the fly.” says Blayer. The young Lad decided to name the project Anna Gardens in memory of his Grandmother Anna Pierre who had just passed away months earlier. “A couple weeks after I chose the name, I noticed a picture my mom had just set out. It was my grandmother standing in this beautiful garden in Haiti! It was so weird!” says Blayer. The sound of the music changed many times. After 15 songs came into existence they began to take the same form. A new sound! A new voice!

Blayer decided that he had had an enough of being lonely and sad in NJ. So he made the move to Philadelphia in the summer of 2006. With no place to record for free, Blayer shelved the project and began to play drums in Miss Argentina. The band recorded an album at the highly acclaimed Inner Ear Studios with Don Z. The band soon disbanded. Blayer decided to play the old Anna Gardens songs out live. He needed a band to do so. So he enlisted the help of Matt Schenk and Daniel Peterson. Matt had played in Miss Argentina and My Fallen America with Blayer. Daniel Peterson played in Rozel with Blayer. The band decided to play under the name KID KREYOL.

Notes and Lyrics

   Burst into the Atmosphere

Notes: Racism sucks! It's still around. It still lives in many hearts. In my life more often than not, I receive racism from more Blacks then Whites. I feel like the Urban society is cursed. Most think you gotta dress the same as the black man on your right to be black. That's such a narrow way of thinking. Why should I let the color of my skin determine how I dress or who I hangout with? I dream of a place where racism no longer exists. It's a dull pain i live with.

The Race (Racism) it cuts like a double edged blade to the heart
It's black on the one side, white on the right
This sword pertrudes from my chest i'm bathing in blood
Curled up and ostrisized, know the feeling all to well
My eyes roll back veins go cold but my hands are steady
It's such a suprise to me that i've come this far

The whites they stop and stare
The blacks they point and laugh

The clouds
the grey, the clouds, there all above my head

So i decide to exist up here in the gray
No one can see me or hear me i'm scene of one
Dancing from cloud to cloud and flying with birds
They all fall to the left or the right but I still believe
When all is said and done I bathe in the sun
Black on Black on Black there can be none darker

Wandering the Streets

I took a walk around Philadelphia
When i walk around all the flowers fade
I walked all around till i could'nt stand
Cause under these lights all the flowers fade

Sit down, coffee or tea
because communication, should'nt be so hard
now that were older

Music for IT Professionals

Servers are better than people
but your kisses are worth more than a LSM
I thought that you should know

Is there a program to compile this code
Cause when they made you
They really broke the mold
I thought that you should know

I am doing well, I am doing well
To find you in the midst of it all
I keep forgetting to call

How can you say that were in love
I am a BIOS I just go in and out
I thought that you should know

How can you say that were in love
I am a virus, I will destroy you
I thought that you should know

Hooked on SG

What will bring me to your door
Diamonds, Rubies, or Gold
Cause lately i've been thinking
I came on way to strong
I'll give you all i can
I'll work it off to the day i'm old

I'm hooked on your kiss and your stare
the way that you laugh
Your eyes and your hair

I've said it all before
On that faithful sunday evening in your car
my words, they went unheard
i came on way to strong
I'll tell you what you wann hear
I'll dig my grave till the day i'm old

   Ship Shape and Brighton Fashion

Notes: This past year in philly started out kinda hard. I starved alot and lost weight. My parents resented me for moving out. I resented them for not supporting me. I'm not saying I wanted them to pay my rent. But a visit and a hug would have been nice. I did what I had to do to survive. Sometimes that meant stealing some stuff.

What happens to a dream deferred
It does'nt just curl up and die
I take pleasure in cheap and simple things
But it haunts and haunts and haunts
What happened to my dreams
What's gonna happen to all the trees
take pleasure in cheap and simple things
But it haunts and haunts and huants

I'm beginning to value my clarity
The clubs the drugs they dont suit me anymore
So is it onward and upward neat and proper
or am i standing at the edge of my demise
I do know that i'm ship shape, Brighton Fashion
And I will Kill you if i'm pervoked

Have not, I've stolen most of what i got
Fuck yea I go it alone

what happens to a dream deferred
It does'nt just curl up and die
I take pleasure in cheap and simple things
But it haunts and haunts and haunts
What happened to my dreams
What's gonna happen to all the trees
take pleasure in cheap and simple things
But it haunts and haunts and haunts

Have not, I've stolen most of what i got
Fuck yea I go it alone

   Quamain Streets is Back

Notes: Quamain has a revelation after a firm beating. He does'nt have to throw hands or scream to be heard. He finds all of his anger melts away in the blaze of speakers with his G-tar in hand.

If you wanted to mess me up, you should of got to me sooner
But you can rest your bones next to mine
Hush your mouth pretty girl i'm gonna tell you a story
Of a boy who tried to fight his brother
He threw the chair with all his might
But still wound up bleeding on the floor
And he was silent

He's not silent anymore
He can sing a Play guitar
No longer a child left behind
He can sing and play Guitar

He made his way defeated to his bedroom
He could always find solace in Guitar
Strumming the notes with absolute total reverence
and rocking out alone in his room
He's no longer silent

He's not silent anymore
He can sing a Play guitar
No longer a child left behind
He can sing and play Guitar

Officer O Mcglincey

Notes: This song was inspired by a trip my twin brother, a childhood friend, and I took to Montreal. On the way back we got stopped by the cops. They treated us with extreme disrespect. We were asked to remove our shoes and step out of the car without our coats on so they could search the car for drugs. It was December 21st, my birthday. We were in Buffalo. It was very cold that day. We had no drugs but these assholes kept saying that they smelled pot.

No matter how you dress a Negro
So dont be so surprised if the cops wanna search you
I think you should just carry on
The road is tough and it's long
But you are strong

Please believe me when i tell you
that this world is dark and cruel
Mcglincey i think you should carry on

The people that you trust will always fail you
All the talent in the world could never save you
I think you should just carry on
The road is tough and it's long
But you are strong

You've come a long way
How long are you willing to go

Urban Hell Suite

Notes: I can remember like it was yesterday. A close family friend I grew up with standing at the corner with his head back, eyes shut, stumbling around the streets. He looked like a zombie. Later on in the same month i attended his funeral. I was told that the cause of his early death was unknown. Even at the age of 12 i knew it was the red dragon that consumed him.

Heaven only knows where he goes at midnight
But when i find him in the morning
I find him, sleep walking
His eyes are closed his eyes are laying back now
Just like he died before but some how he still wanders
He still wanders

And i hope that yout could see things alittle clearer
Now that you are bathing in the flames
Do you still feel the need to disconnect to connect
Now that you are bathing in the flames

This past december i was reminded of my first kiss
A Puerto Rican Cutie from Eastwick
The clubs it brought the blunts that brought the blow
and now you can find her on a corner turning tricks for a fix

All songs copyright Blayer Pointdujour 2007

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Haitian Creole language (kreyòl ayisyen), often called simply Creole, is a language spoken in Haiti by about 8.5 million people (as of 2005), which is nearly the entire population. Haitian Creole has been recognized as an official language along with French, which had been the sole literary language of the country since its independence in 1804. Having grown up playing many instruments, Blayer decided to take advantage off from school and begin a new project by himself in the summer of 2002. He would go on to write very sad and slow songs. Blayer implemented Moog synthesizer, Triton Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Live Drums, and Electronic beats. He chose lyrical themes from his colorful childhood in the hood of Newark and his love for Alternative music. Recording began at his older brothers house. Lery Point-du-Jour was an accomplished rapper and had all the tools necessary for creating demos. Blayer became a regular fixture at the studio, recording 4 days a week. “I had absolutely nothing to do in Newark. So I decided to immerse myself in creating music. Most times I would just come up with a beat and write music all on the fly.” says Blayer. The young Lad decided to name the project Anna Gardens in memory of his Grandmother Anna Pierre who had just passed away months earlier. “A couple weeks after I chose the name, I noticed a picture my mom had just set out. It was my grandmother standing in this beautiful garden in Haiti! It was so weird!” says Blayer. The sound of the music changed many times. After 15 songs came into existence they began to take the same form. A new sound! A new voice! Blayer decided that he had had an enough of being lonely and sad in NJ. So he made the move to Philadelphia in the summer of 2006. With no place to record for free, Blayer shelved the project and began to play drums in Miss Argentina. The band recorded an album at the highly acclaimed Inner Ear Studios with Don Z. The band soon disbanded. Blayer decided to play the old Anna Gardens songs out live. He needed a band to do so. So he enlisted the help of Matt Schenk and Daniel Peterson. Matt had played in Miss Argentina and My Fallen America with Blayer. Daniel Peterson played in Rozel with Blayer. The band decided to play under the name KID KREYOL. Blayer Point-du-jour's current music rotation ... The Libertines – Up the Bracket Ester Drang -Infinite Keys Pedro the Lion – Control The Cancer Conspiracy - The Audio Medium Dredg - El Cielo Mr. Lif - Enter the Colossus Belle and Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead - Source and Tag Codes Elliott - False Cathedrals Scientific - Scientific Notes and Lyrics Burst into the Atmosphere Notes: Racism sucks! It's still around. It still lives in many hearts. In my life more often than not, I receive racism from more Blacks then Whites. I feel like the Urban society is cursed. Most think you gotta dress the same as the black man on your right to be black. That's such a narrow way of thinking. Why should I let the color of my skin determine how I dress or who I hangout with? I dream of a place where racism no longer exists. It's a dull pain i live with. The Race (Racism) it cuts like a double edged blade to the heart It's black on the one side, white on the right This sword pertrudes from my chest i'm bathing in blood Curled up and ostrisized, know the feeling all to well My eyes roll back veins go cold but my hands are steady It's such a suprise to me that i've come this far The whites they stop and stare The blacks they point and laugh The clouds the grey, the clouds, there all above my head So i decide to exist up here in the gray No one can see me or hear me i'm scene of one Dancing from cloud to cloud and flying with birds They all fall to the left or the right but I still believe When all is said and done I bathe in the sun Black on Black on Black there can be none darker Wandering the Streets I took a walk around Philadelphia When i walk around all the flowers fade I walked all around till i could'nt stand Cause under these lights all the flowers fade Sit down, coffee or tea because communication, should'nt be so hard now that were older Music for IT Professionals Servers are better than people but your kisses are worth more than a LSM I thought that you should know Is there a program to compile this code Cause when they made you They really broke the mold I thought that you should know I am doing well, I am doing well To find you in the midst of it all I keep forgetting to call How can you say that were in love I am a BIOS I just go in and out I thought that you should know How can you say that were in love I am a virus, I will destroy you I thought that you should know Hooked on SG What will bring me to your door Diamonds, Rubies, or Gold Cause lately i've been thinking I came on way to strong I'll give you all i can I'll work it off to the day i'm old I'm hooked on your kiss and your stare the way that you laugh Your eyes and your hair I've said it all before On that faithful sunday evening in your car my words, they went unheard i came on way to strong I'll tell you what you wann hear I'll dig my grave till the day i'm old Ship Shape and Brighton Fashion Notes: This past year in philly started out kinda hard. I starved alot and lost weight. My parents resented me for moving out. I resented them for not supporting me. I'm not saying I wanted them to pay my rent. But a visit and a hug would have been nice. I did what I had to do to survive. Sometimes that meant stealing some stuff. What happens to a dream deferred It does'nt just curl up and die I take pleasure in cheap and simple things But it haunts and haunts and haunts What happened to my dreams What's gonna happen to all the trees take pleasure in cheap and simple things But it haunts and haunts and huants I'm beginning to value my clarity The clubs the drugs they dont suit me anymore So is it onward and upward neat and proper or am i standing at the edge of my demise I do know that i'm ship shape, Brighton Fashion And I will Kill you if i'm pervoked Have not, I've stolen most of what i got Fuck yea I go it alone what happens to a dream deferred It does'nt just curl up and die I take pleasure in cheap and simple things But it haunts and haunts and haunts What happened to my dreams What's gonna happen to all the trees take pleasure in cheap and simple things But it haunts and haunts and haunts Have not, I've stolen most of what i got Fuck yea I go it alone Quamain Streets is Back Notes: Quamain has a revelation after a firm beating. He does'nt have to throw hands or scream to be heard. He finds all of his anger melts away in the blaze of speakers with his G-tar in hand. If you wanted to mess me up, you should of got to me sooner But you can rest your bones next to mine Hush your mouth pretty girl i'm gonna tell you a story Of a boy who tried to fight his brother He threw the chair with all his might But still wound up bleeding on the floor And he was silent He's not silent anymore He can sing a Play guitar No longer a child left behind He can sing and play Guitar He made his way defeated to his bedroom He could always find solace in Guitar Strumming the notes with absolute total reverence and rocking out alone in his room He's no longer silent He's not silent anymore He can sing a Play guitar No longer a child left behind He can sing and play Guitar Officer O Mcglincey Notes: This song was inspired by a trip my twin brother, a childhood friend, and I took to Montreal. On the way back we got stopped by the cops. They treated us with extreme disrespect. We were asked to remove our shoes and step out of the car without our coats on so they could search the car for drugs. It was December 21st, my birthday. We were in Buffalo. It was very cold that day. We had no drugs but these assholes kept saying that they smelled pot. No matter how you dress a Negro So dont be so surprised if the cops wanna search you I think you should just carry on The road is tough and it's long But you are strong Please believe me when i tell you that this world is dark and cruel Mcglincey i think you should carry on The people that you trust will always fail you All the talent in the world could never save you I think you should just carry on The road is tough and it's long But you are strong You've come a long way How long are you willing to go Urban Hell Suite Notes: I can remember like it was yesterday. A close family friend I grew up with standing at the corner with his head back, eyes shut, stumbling around the streets. He looked like a zombie. Later on in the same month i attended his funeral. I was told that the cause of his early death was unknown. Even at the age of 12 i knew it was the red dragon that consumed him. Heaven only knows where he goes at midnight But when i find him in the morning I find him, sleep walking His eyes are closed his eyes are laying back now Just like he died before but some how he still wanders He still wanders And i hope that yout could see things alittle clearer Now that you are bathing in the flames Do you still feel the need to disconnect to connect Now that you are bathing in the flames This past december i was reminded of my first kiss A Puerto Rican Cutie from Eastwick The clubs it brought the blunts that brought the blow and now you can find her on a corner turning tricks for a fix All songs copyright Blayer Pointdujour 2007