Musiq Soulchild - Just Friends (Cover)

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KiD CuDi Covers Australian Scene Magazine

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 SCENEMAGAZINE.COM.AU

Kid Cudi will be gracing Australia’s shores this month as part of Good Vibrations festival, and the Cleveland, Ohio native is excited as any festival punter.


“I've been waiting to come back to Australia, like I've been fiending. You don't even know, I've been waiting so long to get back out to there.”

Cudi's reputation has been steadily improving for the last couple of years thanks in no part to attracting the attention of Kanye West. A signing to West's label GOOD Music followed from Cudi's debut mixtape, 'A Kid Named Cudi', along with a slew of collaborations with artists such as Lady Gaga, Common, Snoop Dogg and Jay Z.

With the overall buzz and star status of this magnitude, it only seems natural that Cudi would try his hand at acting. He describes how it has always been a personal passion alongside music. "I've been shooting an HBO show (‘How To Make It In America’) and chilling with family in between. It's the same people that did ‘Entourage’; it's a really dope show man. I can't be more excited than I already am. Trying something different outside of music, I feel like a new man. Movies are something I've always been passionate about, it was actually my first real passion."

The project is Cudi's first foray into acting and apparently his only one for the foreseeable future. "This is the first project so far, I'm just focusing on that. I'm just trying to take my time. This show is a big deal, I've signed on for six years. It's gonna be a really dope thing, it's going to keep growing. I think a lotta people are going to be fans of it."

So, will this have any ramifications for Cudi's output in the recording studio? He goes on to explain his ethos towards a dual career.

"I'm definitely just trying to balance out both, take time for each thing. Right now I'm taking the time for the acting and then when I'm inspired to do another album, I'll be doing it."

Cudi's debut album, 'Man On The Moon', is without doubt an unconventional take on hip hop, featuring unexpected guests such as MGMT and Ratatat, a great deal of vocalising and left-field production. Cudi goes on to describe the purpose of his debut album.

"Yeah, that was definitely my main goal. I was really happy it came out the way it did and that people were appreciating it. That was the most exciting part to me. I wasn't trying to focus on how many albums I was going to sell or anything like that. I was just excited that people got it and understand it."

Potent excitement and an indie mentality seem to be the hallmarks of how Cudi operates as an artist. He also displays an admiration for indie artists and how they approach their music. Cudi was immensely eager to collaborate with both MGMT and Ratatat, and also surprised by the sway he holds these days.

"I'm a huge fan of each group and to have them on the album, I was bugged out. I always wanted to do a song with Ratatat and then I was like, wait a minute, I can just ask them now. I'm at that point in my career where I can reach out to other artists and collaborate. The Ratatat collab came first. Then with MGMT I asked my A&R to reach out to their people; they responded and we got in the studio and made it work."

However, Cudi is conscious of the drawbacks to the high levels of management involved in major record labels. He espouses strong convictions pertaining to the effect of commercialisation on artist’s music.

"Once an artist goes mainstream, you tend to notice those changes by the industry and the label. All these bands stay true to themselves, to their sound, their content and their fans and that inspired me to keep the same thing rolling with my music. My fear was that my fans would grab my album and think the mixtape was still better. I wanted people to only have good things to say."

W4L

Poetry in mind,
Veins filled with morphine,
Sex in line,
Inhale the whore scene,
Try not to hit rock bottom,
And see how the floor's clean,
Rather breathe the insane,
Mind set on fire,
Thoughts draped with propane,
One strike of a match,
Imagination leaking,
Music used as the patch,
Words heaven sent,
Pray to get the catch,
The serpent teases,
Kick him so he'll hiss off,
Evil ideas abandon me pissed off,
Prepared for lift off,
Blinded by what's before me,
So reality I switch off,
Stranded on an island,
Surrounded by water,
Winds incredibly violent,
One of a kind sorta,
Tempted to approach the border,
Cross the line before I'm out,
Head full of doubt so the face pouts,
Chin rests in the hand,
Eyes try to close,
Some images bland,
I try to doze,
Too weak to stand,
Lost,
Positivity buried in sand,
Searching for the thrill of it,
Never mind me,
I'm weird for the hell of it...

W4L= Weird 4 Life

I don't suffer from insanity.

I enjoy every second of it.

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Wild Blue Yonder

Why, oh why,

Must I live to die,

Hysteria teases the mind,

Far away my thoughts shy,

Freedom of hatred,

View the train ahead,

All aboard the locomotive,

Destination heaven,

The informed arrival,

Of the unforsaken,

Newly seen beings,

The mistaken humility,

Dreams as quote clouds,

As the cause of my tranquility,

Star dust trickling down my robe,

Facial expressions broadly immense,

Overshadowing the intense view of the globe,

Clock hands patiently ticking,

Every thirty minutes for an episode,

The hope I keep gripping,

What's left to hold,

The make-up artist of the brain,

Awaits immortal men upon the threshold,

Leading to a heartfelt beat,

Seeking sounds waves for frequency,

Frequently resulting in supreme indecency,

Peaks of the most high,

Greets unworldly acts beyond the close sky,

A fall from bountiful clouds,

Monitoring the length of the dive,

Hesitation of fear struck in the night,

Deprivation of a tear cried in life,

Now or forever hold your peace,

The buy of the century,

Housed delusions bring forth the illusions,

Yearning for departure of the leash,

As the present presents itself with confusion,

Using what's gained from losing for soothing,

Spectacular intact pillars,

Created to stand tall,

For all blinded givers,

Breaching holes through infinity,

Revealing life's mystery,

Simply through my affinity,

High grade attraction,

Forms nourishment for high grade distraction,

Sigh in darkness,

Soon the doom will remove shade from my gloom,

The negative shall plan to squander,

Less stress earned from permanent rest,

Dispatching my arrow into the wild blue yonder...

Mayday

Gracefully gathering thoughts together,

Pressure from above the stormy weather,

Hence the sharpness of my clever,

Drifting down slowly like a few feathers,

Unsteady from the mental tremors,

In response the brain severs,

The never's,

Said success for me couldn't be,

Quite possibly,

I see through thick & thin easily,

Dare not dwell on a loss,

The cerebrum feeds off eternal chaos,

When the sight is lost,

As the snow falls,

Juggle the anguish and toss,

A mile high in the sky,

Bitten but save me from the frost,

Barrel away from the beryl gray,

To a new day,

Where the sun has more to say,

A place when time doesn't delay,

Nor does a friend decide to betray,

But lay by your side,

Instead of dashing behind a tree to hide,

But glide,

On the surface of eminence,

A period of high rank,

Seeing a virgin soul in innocence,

Prepare to walk the plank,

Simply when taken advantage of,

The push and the shove,

Comprising of,

More than the eye can see,

In addition to love from the beloved,

Now hover,

Unto the plateau,

Of forever never-ending,

Anonymously suspending,

In-air ideas to grow,

To show,

Just as to display,

But lay low,

As surprise attacks lead to dismay,

Surrender it all,

Some of what they say,

The distress calls,

So my spirit yells Mayday, Mayday, Mayday...

Mayday derives from the French venez m'aider or m'aidez meaning "come (and) help me"

Celestial Clone

The eyelids shut,
Now reopened but,
Altered state of mind,
Lost for words yet I don't mind,
Ascend past the atmosphere above,
Shining pure white as a dove,
Traveling to my friend Mr. Sun,
I stare right back at him,
Like through the barrel of a gun,
What I have lived is now done,
Paused for a moment,
Escape the hands of time for once,
The cost for the lonesome,
My mind displayed in clumps,
Chopped from the troublesome,
My brain's emission equals shots of rum,
Left dumbfounded,
A lie confounded,
In paranormal space,
My existence is mounted,
For all to see,
Pride small as a bee,
Depth of mind long as a tree,
Wings too tired to flap,
Awaiting reality in its entirety,
Falling from a star as I tap,
The top of rain clouds,
Bringing moisture to my clarity,
Falling from the sky,
I am no longer supernatural,
Now viewing the world through a human's eye,
A dream to most,
But to me super factual,
I dare not wish to be just another,
Rather be clear than appear a color,
Back to a land,
Where it's hard for a man to stand,
Unless he sells his most prized possession,
My soul is what keeps my forward progression,
Time has begun,
Never slowed down for some,
Return of a spirit to his body,
Away from it all,
Socially exclusive making me snobby,
It is now over,
Ended but a trip still splendid,
A separate category,
In my own zone,
An adventure explained,
But I didn't read the story,
Alone in my own dome,
Given has been the glory,
Still I feel like just another clone...

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Night's End

Leave all our hopelessness aside,

Hop atop a cloud,

You're in for a ride,

My spirit shrieks shrill cries,

Ready to break out of the sighs,

All the worry piled high inside,

Leaping through numerous dimensions,

One life to another,

Speak of faith,

I drop multiple mentions,

Only to pick them right back up,

Lies leave you intentionally annoyed,

The spite I stack up,

Despite the fact,

I prefer to stay still,

Lay still in my bed,

Thoughts too heavy to bear,

So I bow my head,

Mind stuck on this shelf,

The skull spins out of control,

So the sanity rids itself,

Then I bid myself,

Auction me off,

Christ will take me himself,

Watch me fall,

The pedestal so far gone,

A thousand years to hear it all,

Until I hit the ground,

No sound will play from the song,

Believe what I read so I trust,

Time to float home,

Shall we return to dust?

Subtract life's fear to see her plus,

The sum of it all will soon surface,

Survival of the fittest is a must,

She'll break you down,

But never truly hurt us,

Lessons learned,

Blessings earned,

Imagination concerned,

The world appeared void,

Yet it still turned,

A voice unheard,

A dream deferred,

An unread word nor heard,

Vision a bit blurred,

Addicted to silence,

I'm tense,

The dye of the sky prints,

Coloring my face until time bends,

Awaiting my night's end,

Farewell to all,

My good-bye's I send...

Humanity

Silently I sit here,

Legs criss-crossed,

My mind I can hear,

Pray but a wish lost,

Confusion fills my head,

Then turns to anger,

A heart full of dread,

Foul dreams make me unsanitary,

Birth of a new thought,

Aborted due to late night insanity,

Mental images too deep to explain,

On the breaking point but I refrain,

Slowly losing my ability,

But the will I quickly regain,

Sometimes I smell what Lucifer's cooking,

Walk straight into hell's kitchen,

I already know it's wrong,

But my right mind keeps slipping,

I close my eyes,

All I see is black,

Open my eyes,

I still don't see what I lack,

Don't really care about that anymore,

I anticipate that day,

When I can fly through a closed door,

I want to get away from it all,

Back to when I was nine having a ball,

Realize we are more than we see,

Come out of your body and see the man to be,

Similarities with me unlikely,

I guarantee,

At times I wish to step out of this revolving door...

Of humanity...

Humanity has been good to me upon these short days.

But Lord knows I await the next phase.

Better Days

I throw my thoughts in one dish,

Like Jambalaya,

With all the letter A's,

These nights will run right by ya,

I admit I've seen much better days,

Let's kill the fame,

Forget being a star,

Jump in Timbaland's lane,

I'll show you Who I Are,

Some scenes seem dreary,

Dreams of real-life pain,

I wipe my eye's; they appear teary,

Saw an incoming life-bump

So I hopped,

Should have stood still like a stump,

I'm shocked,

Like I saw an angel is disguise,

I'd push it in it's back,

Just to see if it flies to the skies,

Look to my left,

What is left?

My eyesight is tight,

So I look to my right,

I can see high up while looking down,

As if I were on a flight,

I pound my chest,

North is the direction of my head,

Keep forward and never head West,

Or else you'll be left for dead,

My sin I will shed off,

18 holes to fall in like golf,

Forget par,

My swing is fine as a needle,

You fly high as a bird,

But I'll be sure to shoot an eagle,

This close to a hole-in-one,

Heart so warm,

Face so cold,

I am the frozen one,

Each heartbeat slightly breaks the ice,

Melting away my fears,

Never mind luxuries,

The ice clears; the necessities will suffice,

The eyes are introduced,

I met her gaze,

The awkward is reproduced,

I've seen better days...

Listen

Listen, listen,

Closely I listen,

To the sound of my thoughts,

Which glisten,

Stick-shifting,

Through the terrors in sight,

I write to fight the fears at night,

I'm like,

The wind that swings through the doors,

My height,

I stand high up to see how everything soars,

A true perfectionist likes it even,

The two's, the four's,

But I'm civilized with a belief unlike heathen,

Dreaming,

Faster than the speed of sound,

Unsound nouns make me out to be a clown,

Lose consciousness in the pool of life,

So I drown,

Weird ideas bring the hatred around,

Similar to the color of brown,

Prayers to my God,

King of myself,

The mind unclear, so it will clog,

Prince of a father,

A queen for my right side,

The wait doesn't bother,

Wash away my sins with a single tide,

My hand and pencil have a shootout,

They both tie in the law,

So I decide to draw,

In my brain the beat knocks,

Playing tight loops in my ears like string knots,

I await the sea to part,

Can't grasp the whole,

But I can see through part,

Never saw the pain coming,

Like a see-through dart,

Right in my neck,

What do you see at night?

I'm afraid of what's in it,

So the dark I neglect,

Jump to a reality check from the base,

The light displays a reflection of my face,

I am only me,

Nobody else,

Will I ever see?

Belief in a begotten Son like Christian,

Forget about all the talk and simply listen...

Wonder & Wander

I wonder and wander,

Walking aimlessly in life,

So when it comes to my thoughts,

I ponder,

Hear it loud,

Hear me louder,

My face is proud,

But I cannot get out of,

This state I'm in,

Have to gather these voices,

So I rake them in,

Sweep them right out my mind,

Each stroke is one sound at a time,

I wonder if they'll show their faces,

Why live in my head?

Go back to where your place is,

Some voices are faint,

Which means they're dead,

Find another home; there's plenty of places,

I want to leap up and never ever come down,

Slowly drifting off,

Somewhere unknown like space is,

I float with my head in a cloud,

I can see the light,

But my head is down,

Pressure of the sky is too much,

A smile suddenly turned to a frown,

I don't wish to run,

I'd rather leave this town,

Climb the mystical ladder above,

To a glorious palace with a bunch of love,

The desire to make my hand invisible,

Some decide to use a glove,

I wonder about the true self,

What do I really look like?

An inner voice roars for help,

Come to my rescue,

They just might,

My heart doesn't beat,

It can only speak,

My eyes don't really see,

They merely seek,

My body doesn't move,

It shifts as I wander with my feet,

My mind hates to think,

It prefers to dream and find the missing link,

The stomach of my soul grumbles,

The hunger,

My imagination paints vivid ensembles,

I wonder...

Not all who wander are lost.

I wonder to remain sane, despite the cost.