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For Mark, Your Son

by Lando Chill

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Sean L
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Sean L Please keep up the work, real people need it for inspiration :) Favorite track: Unenamored.
Luis A. Berroa
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Luis A. Berroa For me this album is about letting go of all your fears and facing the world straight on, turning your insecurities outward and using them as a shield. Favorite track: Unenamored.
William Schmausser
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William Schmausser Loss and disenfranchisement as narrative expressed in music. Favorite album of late. Favorite track: I'm Awake.
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nate Incredibly heartfelt album with varying styles throughout Favorite track: Unenamored.
tim neave
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tim neave What a fine record. Others may describe it, but I will just share the joy of finding it. Wonderful stuff. Favorite track: Coroner.
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Russf3181 So happy to have found this album. Hard to classify but this music is inspiring and puts me in a reflective state of mind. Looking forward to hearing more from Lando! Favorite track: Floating to Nowhere.
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    Lando Chill's debut Mello album.

    It’s a 12-song tribute to the father who passed away when the Chicago-born and raised rapper was just three years old—the rare shout into the existential abyss that actually receives answers echoing back.

    It’s a coming-of-age story rooted in life, death, and legacy. It reminds us how the dearly departed can leave behind an indelible light.

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1.
Intro 01:17
2.
I'm Awake 02:26
{la la la...} Merry 420…. it is a wonderful day in the neighborhood {la la la la la la la la…} what my soul say? my soul said i'm awake now oh my heart, oh my heart what my heart say? my heart said i'm awake now what my mind say? i’m awake now i done tussled with the lions, and buckled the back of thunder, i dun kicked it south of Zion, while reefin’ it down under, i dun swam with the sharks while sippin’ on lemonade, i can play spades blind without using any spades, i'm the king of alaska, blood made from tabasco, soul be so old the twelve disciples were my pastors it's like... i'm the best actor without an Oscar, i dun met my final destination, called her Ali Larter, i dun sat at the round table and wrote a profound fable, i can make it anywhere i want to go… wanna go... why? cause i’m awake now. {piano do ya work} i really really wasn't always so pensive, i never though life got so expensive, now prolly cause everything is kinda rented… conjure the lex luthor mentality, head behind the 8 ball of life's greatest maladies, casually, i'm clapping for the good guys but rooting for the tragedies, pass the weed, i think i amnesied on how to breathe, peep the gas chillin’, filled with oxygen, stick it on the rap game’s face to keep it kickin’ like a dolphin fin, born in ‘92, welcome to the new school ice wit a little Wu-Tang juice is always coo
3.
Early In The Morning (free) 02:36
got that Wu-Tang juice, and it taste so cool… got peace on my mind, kush i’ma grind, air feeling fine, ride to the arch of your spine say it's time, cuz it's early in the morning got peace on my mind, kush i’ma grind, air feeling fine, ride to the arch of your spine say it's time, cuz it's early in the morning weed rolled up, like a fruit roll-up, honey making Folgers, baby what's the hold-up, baby lit the bowl up, hemp wick chick with some fast hips, sicker than your average, ya mean & ya median, smoke so much, high thoughts started weaving in, high so long, some people started believing them, but it's early in the morning, and this OG Kush got me zonin’, you see, you the katana to my ronin, your the life line i be phonin, see i love the toes curl as you moanin baby do you really know what ya ownin? got peace on my mind, kush i’ma grind, air feeling fine, ride to the arch of your spine say it's time, cuz it's early in the morning got peace on my mind, kush i’ma grind, air feeling fine, ride to the arch of your spine say it's time, cuz it's early in the morning, sun rising in the east over yonder, we sit and we ponder, weed with the sonder, the intermittent stories of souls who just wandered, this be the freedom in life of which I'm fonder, new through serenity, weed, love, & faith be the trinity, faith in yourself for our souls know infinity, but as I digress, & you de-stress, smoke silhouettes dance their way down your sun dress, watch it fall down on your chest it ain't too early in the morning for some sex but it's early in the morning and this OG Kush got me zoning got peace on my mind, kush i’ma grind, air feeling fine, ride to the arch of your spine say it's time, cuz it's early in the morning got peace on my mind, kush i’ma grind, air feeling fine, ride to the arch of your spine say it's time, cuz it's early in the morning
4.
Rock Love 03:28
had a dream last night we kind of made up, from every loud tone & argument we ever played up, I saved up, the courage to finally move the date up, but maybe baby first a lil kid had to wake up, & Louisiana Purchase, a space in your future, and get over the fact you turned veggie like kombucha, it's kind of beautiful this love that we're used to, but then we fell apart cuz this heart was a loser, i guess fate, has a funny way to mate, a stone hearted lover who gets high to watch Netflix, baby back lay me down ‘fore the drugs hit, on them hips in your lap where my head sit, a press kit, could be about how wondrous your mind is, and how all the curve of your spine is so... goddamn beautiful and timeless if... all that beauty was blinded… Chorus you want to see me bleed well baby here's your chance when people think of love it don't come from happenstance, I swear to God my heart gon get even I just lost everything I believed in Verse 2 had a dream last night we had a break up, from every mistake and double take we ever played up, I gave up, cuz baby your heart ain't gonna wake up, don't save me, my psyche betrays me, my demons berate me, I fear for my safety, I'm Amy, Janis, Jimi, Jean-Micheall ya feel me no body can seal me no heaven can heal me I have no allegiance to earth or It seasons, our treasons, have kept us from seizing what ours, stop time for an hour, not for money or power, for us, and illusion of trustturned to lust, yet this n**** nonplussed how I miss you so much Chorus you want to see me bleed well baby here's your chance when people think of love it don't come from happenstance, I swear to God my heart gon get even I just lost everything I believed in
5.
Proud 03:01
horoscope says aloof, nice for stupid, stupid couldnt cut it so a kid relied on Cupid, reliance on emotion made my adolescence fluid, see as fluid as a stone hat flew from David to Galuith, kinda Buddith, but still waiting on the karma, like rain waits on the farmer, to sow the seeds and practicing the dhamma, conduct a dharma on the front doors of death, demand the reasons why she seizes with the right or the left, or why she taketh many innocent breath, in retrospect, that be the only thing us beings respect, aside from prophets that all siphon all the sin from your set, assignment a Met to Yank the champs in the top of the steps, it’ll take a couple anos for fate to connect, every drop in blood and sweat that this body has wept, swept the trust that I had under a colorless shroud, found a new little home just alone in the clouds as I sit alone in the clouds pops am I making you proud I am I making you proud Pop's am I making you proud am I making you proud went to college for the trollops which was stupid, tried out film school with no real which was foolish, infidelity was sellin me something ruthless, as if my pride it hit it big & went and copped a roofless and drove it off a cliff with my psyche tied up in the back, and some tape recorded words over an Eminem track, bask masking where the miracles at, while cutting ties with the clerical act, cuz no God brings the dead ones back, guess I learned over the past years it never gets old, the only demons that are numbed are by the crease in the fold, of full wallets that go open and close, on their enemies, collateral, & friends of the foe, little homie watch ya whoodie say the rap game, facts man, must be in the s*** for money or the plaques man, no sir I reply, there's a void up in my soul that don't cease when I'm high as I sit alone in the clouds pops and I making you proud I am I making you proud I wondered out loud pops and my making you proud oh oh oh oh
6.
Save Me 01:58 video
I was your maybe until you gave me up I was your maybe until you gave me up I was your maybe until you gave me up I Was Your Man be until you gave me up now who's gonna to save me when this God ain't enough now who's gonna to save me when this God ain’t enough now who's gonna to save me when this God ain't enough now who's gonna to save me when this God ain't enough my dad would've have raised me but God took him from us my dad would've have raised me but God took him from us my dad would've have raised me but God took him from us my dad would've have raised me but God took him from us I was your maybe until you gave me up now who's going to save me when this God ain't enough my dad would have raised me but God took him from us now who's going to save me when this God ain't enough now who's going to save me when this God ain't Enough, now who's going to save me when this God ain't enough
7.
Ever thought of leaving this behind, and go floating to nowhere, when your soul escapes from chains that bind, and go floating to nowhere, symmetry of soul and mind combined and go floating to nowhere, when I think of leaving Earth behind, and go floating to nowhere baby yeah baby Ever thought of leaving this behind, and go floating to nowhere, when your soul escapes from chains that bind, and go floating to nowhere, symmetry of soul and mind combined and go floating to nowhere, when I think of leaving Earth behind, and go floating to nowhere You ever dream a strange dream that you were floatin, over a body of water like you soul baotin, peep the air was full of mute sounds like you was choking, see I seemed dry, but my clothes were super soaking, something felt potent, not a buzz from a vice, but within, from a light you see was broken, while a heart beats sadly mine was not in motion, still my heart bled when i threw it in the ocean, Now shit’s real, when a dream is a metaphor for death, i’m Abaddon’s matador & ain’t at the top step, of the door in my mind of which I've yet to step, down the steps of my spines to the nerves and they vines, hit rewind if you pine for a profit see, even Papa C couldn't see inside my prophecy, Edgar Allen’s Raven couldn't talk me into stopping me, unless the talk was walking through the void with some enlightened chi Ever thought of leaving this behind, and go floating to nowhere, when your soul escapes from chains that bind, and go floating to nowhere, symmetry of soul and mind combined and go floating to nowhere, when I think of leaving Earth behind, and go floating to nowhere baby yeah baby Ever thought of leaving this behind, and go floating to nowhere, when your soul escapes from chains that bind, and go floating to nowhere, symmetry of soul and mind combined and go floating to nowhere, when I think of leaving Earth behind, and go floating to nowhere see i love waging war with immortality to circumvent reality, or barter about morality, or simply accept tragedy, imagine me, passing over peacefully, easily, like passing a baton between a really meet, gleefully, blowing weed smoke out of my cavities, Born from the salad & steak off black society, yet 12 slugs, be the pepper to the diet be, quietly, committing genocide on people's piety, not on one God, but the Lord's within, we swing a sword on being human, but still cut off our limbs, kill each other's mothers brothers, like a bucket of whims, still we genies in a bottle Robin will for his timbs Ever thought of leaving this behind, and go floating to nowhere, when your soul escapes from chains that bind, and go floating to nowhere, symmetry of soul and mind combined and go floating to nowhere, when I think of leaving Earth behind, and go floating to nowhere
8.
Verse 1 said I'm Bundy on the beat, make her deader than some babies, that happened to be born on a ship made of slavery, master couldn't lie, I said Hades the one who saved me, murked em on the spot said his soul the one who pays me, now wavy, premonitions of people tryna to slay me, maybe that's just my inner self going crazy, fate be, funny and fickle like Norman Bates, Lately, life be speeding by a homie like Haley, truth be told, live’s made my mind old, so so old, that my thalamus was that of mold, crazy s*** but I miss the cold, walking King Drive at night be a little bold, it's like I play for gold and never metal, lost ones with their souls disheveled, may I jumped a level, read Selassie then became a rebel, under my feet I like rocks and pebbles said I like rocks and pebbles verse 2 I guess I take out my anger, on things the name Topanga, at the bottom of the creek is where I put the park ranger, body decomposed making the stench of death stranger, as it a sick slaughter happened right up in the manger, load up the Blue Ranger with things that mellow danger, a black Fender amp where I plays all of my bangers, leave your enemies a hangin like some clothes on the line, or a swinging strange fruit from a noose colored vine, I wish life waxed the rails before I left on the grind, and got hit for a lick and broke my proverbial spine, I guess it's fine it's fine, I'll make it back in due time, with a bunch of bad habits like my life's worth of line, an olive branch of sorts, see excelling in a sinner’s sport, occur like Shakur and smoke my ashes is off the nearest port, pillage the village with blood thicker than oil spillage, n***** eat the lies and fantasize but won't touch the spinach
9.
Find A Way 03:05
even through today, we gon find a way, now all my people say, we gon find a way, I done seen a messiah, Seen a messiah, funniest thing it was living right inside ya all your soul needs is a little bit of fire, a clear mind set and a heart that's inspired, I know the b******* in the world got you tired, and every word is food cooked up by a lair, sit with me while we smoke our desires vibe to my words let this sound take you higher even through today, we gon find a way, now all my people say, we gon find a way even through today, we don't find a way, all my people say, we gon find a way You see it's a very long path to the other side, with a little bit of luck we gon be alright, see every life lost we going to take in stride, for the fear is near but our hearts stay high, oppression defied, no barter for pride yet people still die by the hands they defy, our vision is one if there's peace on our side, maybe k. Dot was right see we gon be alright even through today, we gon find a way, now all my people say, we gon find a way even through today, we gon find a way, now all my people say, we gon find a way
10.
That's Real 03:13
I used to dream about whippin a Mercedes, 2 kids with the model type lady, we had it all even the government paid me, to make the world a better place on the daily see their dreams we just stuff in a prp with no light and expect the s*** to burn without a higher minds and that's real, real early oceans with no seals, bodies with no pills, and cities that never heal, Life’s like peep the cliff around the next turn, but you ain't drivin, end up in an urn what you done earned, ain't vibin, concede the paper chase aint a race most thrive in, except if your scientist be jivin right now, it's a struggle to be glad, for what you're worth is, worthless, even though my soul knows it’s purpose, to turn these words into a movement that's really work shit worth shit… but maybe baby, if I was born in the eighties, I’d be less lazy and a little more crazy, wonder about the youth on the daily you see cuz we slidin in like our golf game was Daley, littered with laughs like when Stewart left The Daily but s*** ain't funny when your motive is the money, it would kill your fellow man for their milk and honey, kill your fellow men for their milk and honey Chorus and that's real, realer than oceans with no seals, bodies with no pills, cities that never heal, and that's real, and that's real and that's real, realer than oceans with no seals, bodies with no pills, cities that never heal, and that's real, and that's real truth be told I don't even like milk, lactose to the folks who barter debt for nice silk, of the ilk called the overachievers slinging cleavers of meat, at bare feet of the richest of leaders, you see, i'm the Prince and Pauper of the land of rap ether, got funk like Aretha, deft words like a teacher, yet this n**** swore to God he wouldn't become a preacher, now I'm preaching about teachings i dun picked up on the weekend? i’m weak then... cuz she taste good as some Wheat Thins, spilling these crumbs on her sequin, f****** to The Weeknd, but the poor still don't eat then, I guess the first world probs, drown out the second and third, I reckon my words, would lessen the pain, of hitting the curb, because your horse was kind of high though, like the kind of high if I got to work with Flylo, like the kind of high is my first name was Michael, and hit a shot on Craig Ehlo despite the height though, despite natural spite i think us aight tho, from some hieghts our noose is from a tight rope and that's real, realer than oceans with no seals, bodies with no pills, cities that never heal, and that's real, and that's real and that's real, realer than oceans with no seals, bodies with no pills, cities that never heal, and that's real, and that's real
11.
Unenamored 03:19
On being 4 years old, when your Pops passed, it's like the best student decided to skip class and never come back, there's a void even emotions can’t track, I'd do anything to have him back, but, as my life goes on, & a story unfolds, there's a pain that is sheeding its mold, it's like every f****** Father's Day man, this s*** gets old, every commercial, all the low price of splattered in bold, it's like a George Lopez joke, that never gets funny, whether English or Spanish man this s*** ain't for me, it's like the anger is the sky above me, and the only way past the stratosphere , over here is to drug me, maybe I should repeat , as if Michael Jordan's three-peat, were dad's every years jammin off like the Bee Gees, and maybe every shot would have saved him, it's 20 years later and he's in heaven while im poolside waving I won't leave you unenamored I won't leave you unenamored I won't leave you unenamored I won't leave you unenamored my mom says he'd be proud of me, and it puts me on a cloud you see, back in high school the only thing I wanted was for him to see, all the good that could come from a family of 3, maybe now my soul can rest on some old demons, keep your loved ones close for all the right reasons, seasons, as they change, keep your friend zone sane, so the membrane in the right brain stays kind of plane, I met this kid last week, he said if I ever made it to the top, don't leave your friends man, however weak, plant the fruits of your labor, out the strength of family, once I'm in your TV like reruns of Dawson's Creek, maybe back when I was lost around that age of 14, a father figure could have bothered, but I was searching for my dreams, and now I get far from home, I'll get more famous than you see, I'll be the Washington on top, fuck a Kerri and Booker T I won't leave you unenamored I won't leave you unenamored I won't leave you unenamored I won't leave you unenamored (x2)
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Coroner 04:14 video

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If we’re lucky, we receive a handful of albums each year that transcend the basic reasons why we love music. They’re much more than just fun escapes or creative manipulations of sound: they speak to the chaotic wilderness of the soul, examine our self-doubts and laments, and offer measured hope for the human condition. They refuse to dismiss the demons that lead us astray and derive their strength from having to earn their optimism.

Lando Chill’s debut for Mello Music Group, For Mark, Your Son is one of those life-affirming records. It’s a 12-song tribute to the father who passed away when the Chicago-born and raised rapper was just three years old—the rare shout into the existential abyss that actually receives answers echoing back. It’s a coming-of-age story rooted in life, death, and legacy. It reminds us how the dearly departed can leave behind an indelible light. It’s the work of a brilliant 24-year old Tucson transplant with a wicked jump shot, who steadfastly embodies the compassion, strength, and talent of his vanished hero.

When you listen to Lando Chill, you hear traces of Gil Scott-Heron, Pharoahe Monch, and The Roots. At times, his rollicking cadences and innate gift for melody feel like a one-man equivalent of The Pharcyde’s Labcabincalifornia. While the album’s sepulchral finale feels like the most gorgeous song TV on the Radio never wrote. But mostly, For Mark, Your Son marks the ascendance of a singular talent, fusing scattered influences into a coherent vision, an artist scarred by his experiences but healing through his broken poems.

This album is for those open books with open hearts, the vulnerable and those in pain, the fatherless children too proud to ask for help because they believe their dads wouldn’t raise a weak son, the mothers that lost their best friend, the fathers that never got the chance to see how bright the future looked, for the blunted that aspire for something that more than what’s in front of them. It’s for those willing to admit their mistakes and those smart enough to start correcting them.

Lando has the gift of writing disconsolate spirituals, non-denominational prayers, a Unitarian Gospel that can’t help but leave you feeling whole. He says it himself: his soul has a purpose. He made his dad proud. He made himself proud. He reminded us that some things are timeless.

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released August 12, 2016

mixed by Phen
mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A
produced by Triceratop

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