RISE

by Sean Haefeli

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michael rütten
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michael rütten wow, came across Sean Harfelis name just recently while djing in Berlin, he took part in an open session in the concert room of Neue Heimat while i was playing records in the front room. Anyway, i am so much into his very own style , somewhere between Gil Scott, José James and . . . no, not comparable actually. looking forward to the new album this year! Favorite track: Essential.
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1.
Ol Skool 05:45
My blood is pumpin’, I feel like, “yeah, we onto something” This is the impetus, stimulus, get your motor running Bless the mic with respect for the one that sets me free I’m out the boundaries, searching within the groove to lead me My heart is racing, so I’m feeling like inspired by something It’s not the moment to fold and come away with nothing I keep my focus on the form that can set me free I’m out the boundaries, trying to keep life from going crazy ................ Look in the face of a man’s got nothing left to lose Walkin’ them streets cause he’s singing them unemployment blues There’s no security even if you done paid them dues You start to contemplate, “what have I left to lose?” Punishment and reward oft don’t make any sense Looking at the sky, blame it on innocence I search inside this music, I hear the radio, soon as I start to lose it My minds already gone ................ There comes a time when we all goin’ have to let it ride I take a breath before I raise some hell and step outside Keep the fight because one day goin’ have to spark a fire Watch where you steppin’ or get caught up in the briar I try to move through life and slowly let down my defense But as it happens often trapped behind electric fence I wanna move beyond it, and see you like a brother This is where the science connects, the truth is undercover
2.
Mind Tight 03:54
Enter mid-scene pitch black, he was in the mood listen to the tenor of a rebel's pause. Mind tight, grip the wheel keeps the room from spinning dictates the truth in his microphone hand. He flips without memory an emotional headstand picks up the signal, hears the music through his bandwidth colors. Brothers lose it over less than this the bond is broken so I raise my fist loudly. He's the one who soon gets lost in the mirror  time swallows whole so we can see ourselves clearer.  There’s a question blowing through the trees ‘What’s the sound of continuity?’ There’s a hunger, growls insatiably I can feel my new identity.
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Essential 04:49
To break it down to the essential The search is elemental But can’t map genius with a stencil Grab utensil, cut to center It’s rare, blood runs to the page When reach the stage creativity’s neglect Should’ve stayed at home, and spent some time alone Soul’s bereft so you walk through the streets looking Should’ve stayed at home   Instead of searching for a panacea It’s time we see the individual Mine the truth like it’s mineral Extract ideas that are tenable, The minimal isn’t cool with effort This isn’t gym class So put yourself to task It won’t last unless it comes from the inside You can’t live this life like a ghost-ride
4.
Rise 04:48
This revolution starts with the mental, got the axe chopping up symbols, steady hype wound like a spindle, set em' up slick, shoot for the middle. Elevate from the ground up, in the pocket keep your hands up, it's desperation cause their times up, feel it in the air, feel it in my gut. Been on the stage, waiting in the wings, beneath the surface, pulling at the seams, recycled beauty from the ugly things, looking in the mirror, cause the truth stings. Count the minutes, cause I'm all time, standing on my head begging for a dime, funny how this vision makes me blind, some say luck, others see the signs. It's designed to be confused, burns right through, lost in this milieu, love's untrue... I middleweight-rip through this song, there comes a time we gotta get it on, it's only opportunity till gone, standing in the streets, gathering the stones. Wish that we could rise, full proof, wish that we could die, full truth, wish that there was someone in the sky guaranteed this life was for better use. Maybe it's the music in my head, maybe I'm already half-dead, maybe it's the verse I need to write so I can sleep at night, before it's code red. Can you feel the love obtuse, can you feel the pull towards truth, view from in the basement like a roof, chicken in the coop, scoping out the youth. It's designed to be confused, burns right through, lost in this milieu, love's untrue...
5.
Trace 05:36
I see reflections in your eyes 
each lie, I held inside disguised by a smile, growing tight. It’s the impressions on my mind I’ve tried to sterilize, replace these broken words leave a trace. Each moment time strains love through my veins.
6.
She says vulnerability is a must I must trust she’s not sadistic, ‘fore I open up. More comfortable with toughness, less it’s ‘tween the sheets Roughness I implore for sake of sanity. So I hide behind a mask, you can call it black music Trying to make this crack music and still keep my head. I lie awake in bed, so sleeplessly I roam This why I’m prone to bad decisions. I’ve combed your heart and mine before 6 am Tried to write a love song that wouldn’t fit. Looked out my window and the sky was lonely Girl you must be crazy with them stars in your head.
7.
This revolution starts with the mental, got the axe chopping up symbols, steady hype wound like a spindle, set em' up slick, shoot for the middle. Elevate from the ground up, in the pocket keep your hands up, it's desperation cause their times up, feel it in the air, feel it in my gut. Been on the stage, waiting in the wings, beneath the surface, pulling at the seams, recycled beauty from the ugly things, looking in the mirror, cause the truth stings. Count the minutes, cause I'm all time, standing on my head begging for a dime, funny how this vision makes me blind, some say luck, others see the signs. It's designed to be confused, burns right through, lost in this milieu, love's untrue... I middleweight-rip through this song, there comes a time we gotta get it on, it's only opportunity till gone, standing in the streets, gathering the stones. Wish that we could rise, full proof, wish that we could die, full truth, wish that there was someone in the sky guaranteed this life was for better use. Maybe it's the music in my head, maybe I'm already half-dead, maybe it's the verse I need to write so I can sleep at night, before it's code red. Can you feel the love obtuse, can you feel the pull towards truth, view from in the basement like a roof, chicken in the coop, scoping out the youth. It's designed to be confused, burns right through, lost in this milieu, love's untrue...
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released July 6, 2012

Sean Haefeli- Keys/Vocals, Composition/Arrangement
Tobias Kaemmerer- Trumpet
Raphael Crawford- Trombone
Greg Artry- Drums
Larry Kohut- Bass
Brandon Meeks- Bass (Essential)

Recording & Mixing- Josh Richter
Mastering- Danny Leake

Photography- Arnold Klein
Album type and layout- Tim Lange

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