an artiste.a sex drive to drive you insane.a mouth for kissing.and a heart for bleeding.two hands for holding you while ur shaking.
a house for living la vi bohem.watching rent in my room.smoking too many cigarettes.drinking too much aged scotch.
a lover. of beauty. so surrounded i stay.
curling my tongue against the roof of my mouth. to send the words back.send the words black.send the words somewhere else but my lips.
your eyes.get dark.with short glances of distance.a trail of emptiness.
like breadcrumbs to find ur way back.a nightmare.a dream.
a dog in the water."drowning with your foot in its neck".
im sorry.your mind is a nest.a host of thoughts that drag me in.
the weird and the strange bring you fascination.i love it.i love it.
i love being strange with you. in doors or outdoors.a little deeper.a little less human than the others.
i saw you.trembling.waking up in my arms without ever sleeping.
caught you staring at me a few times. in ur brief moments of weakness. i showed u my red ceiling.u showed me ur unfinished art.
i swear i heard u.leaving.before u even said hello.
now the bed is cold.and the white becomes see thru.
the door is always open. my clothes from the night before are in a pile on the floor.
moss will grow on ur side.the lights are now turned off.
instead of vanilla.all i smell are rotting mangos.sweet dead fruit.black and bruised from falling.
flies will come. to eat whats left of the fleshy pulp.u stained my jeans.gave me paper for writing.
and occasionally lips for kissing. so much for having fun.i felt u.pull my skin.
between teeth made for consumption.not for smiling.
and rain never came so hard the way u did that night.and 4am is last call.
when the sky destroys all chances of survival. im still throwing pennies in my sink.
making wishes never granted.wasting water.meant for drinking.
pressed skin against skin that thins the mind and takes its time to rot
it
out in fusion with this bittersweet constant harping on faster things
slower
movements pulling closer to the doom that reaks and leaks its ooze all
over
the room violent beauty sutures blood stained and used cruising
altitudes of
gravity that lack the truth of misunderstandings handing the talent to
the
devil and saying make me wat u can......
Symbiotic.cosmic alcoholic.personification to the sonic.sonic sounds baboom thru vomit.im on it.dammit.blast away from this planet.this mass.ceramic decay.throw it away.but don’t panic.my skin is static.and thin and vapid.insipid controversy.lord have mercy.im so thirsty.choking hurting throat and larynx.thanks for the promotion.from loathed to fathomed.wondered how.wondered why.pondered dry thoughts,day and night.digging deep till u wet the soil.work and toil.feed the spoiled.antibiotic.antiseptic.neglected.rejected.from the wound im spilling.defected prune of existence.i am u.i am instinct.i am proof to the wicked.
i watched you wither
and as your petals fell to the floor i stretched out my hands to catch atleast one
i watched as your leaves,parched and dry
attempted to steer towards the slightest bit of light
i leaned over you to gather one last scent
i watched as u lost ur beauty,slowly u became a weed like all the rest
pretty flower.....im sorry i didnt water you as much as i should
maybe i should have made you perch by my window
instead u were placed in a corner
in ur own shadow u dwelled
i watched as even the soil you grew from disowned ur very roots
pretty flower......amazing still with dried wrinkled petals and lifeless stems.
“It took a lot to step outside of the general constraints of Jamaican music and branch out as an acoustic/solo alternative performer.“ (Kat.Wil., Crimson Heart Replica)
Raised on an island where Reggae & Dancehall rule the airwaves, Kat.Wil. the voice and face of Crimson Heart Replica has overcome many obstacles to become the indie artist she is today. And yet she has always been mindful of what it takes to make it and what it means to be an artist.
Growing up in Jamaica’s capital city Kingston, Kat. Wil wrote music, sang and danced in school productions, played the piano by ear and was fed a steady diet of classic artists such as Stevie Wonder, Santana, Madonna, Prince, BeeGees, and Earth Wind and Fire. Although exposed to a variety of sounds at an early age, rock was the form of music that Kat. felt close to latching on to Coldplay, Muse, My Chemical Romance, Black Sabbath, 311, Radio Head, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. At 17 she taught herself how to play the guitar and write music and almost instantly became the future of Jamaican rock culture.
Today, it is rock culture intertwined with sacrifice and passion that drives Crimson Heart Replica’s music. She is Jamaican but her sultry, haunting voice intermixed with acoustic soul, reggae and heavy alternative rock beats gives birth to a sound that exists far from the city lights of Kingston.
Kat. Wil. describes music as her natural instinct, “an illustration of immense emotion bleeding out from passionate hearts and souls. My inspiration to write stems from past experiences of love, heartbreak and typical struggles individuals face. i don’t do it for any reason other than to express things. i tend to write about events or feelings tweaked with a bit of vulnerability. love is a major influence. i’m a hopeless romantic.”
Crimson Heart Replica will release her first EP in Spring 2010, ‘Sad is the New Beautiful.’ Kat. Wil explains that “some people are afraid to embrace their sadness instead of growing out of it. Make beauty your sadness.” The EP will open alternative rock lovers to a non-stop wave of emotional expression taking them on a journey into the Crimson Heart that transforms sad into the new beautiful.
my blood i just got my ipod and heard your song on it, miss u. hope the music is going good, i hope life is going great, hope ure doing amazing! miss ya, you should come this side. laterz luv i'll try to keep in touch more often when the books aren't bludgering me.
Did I mention...Where It Hurts sell awff!! Plus the purple hair..looking real good ;). Continue the good work hun!!! Long for a Red Bones performance :)
you say i look different ? i feeel very different i feel great though so good .... you sound different !! i like it !! and you're sooo beautiful !!! bless up kathy !!
hahah.no.spacebar.working?hehe.then.buy.a.frikken.keyboard.lmao. but mine is working fine so i'll stop with all the extra periods, i know how un-fun that is, well, nope, not really ;) u should come and perform in MD/DC sometime
Katherine! whats going on :-) happy new years,christmas and new president week to you...even though you're back in Jamaica. I was just in Miami talking with Kwame like a few weeks ago. Any new music for me to salivate over?? :-) would love to hear. when r u coming back to the states?
