Black Rainbow Blues

by Rivelan

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released March 8, 2019

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Rivelan San Francisco, California

Rivelan is the work of one man, San Francisco-based composer/producer Nowell Valeri. The project's debut album, Black Rainbow Blues, pulls its sound primarily from the music of Valeri's youth, spanning 80s pop and sci fi film scores to 90s grunge, industrial and hip hop.

In the words of its creator: "Rivelan is music for those who bask in the light but aren't afraid of the dark."
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Track Name: Black Magic
What is happening, around here?
It's so strange and feels so unreal
Someone got in and fucked with the strings
Behind the walls that control everything

Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Black Magic

Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Black Magic

Screens start flickering, can't lock in
Voices snickering, breathing out and back in again
Rolls in the carpet can’t be stomped out
Seven billion lost souls don’t know what I’m talking about

Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Black Magic

Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic

It’s Black Magic, and I feel it
It’s Black Magic, and I feel it
And I feel it
It’s Black Magic

Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Black Magic

Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Track Name: A Special Place (in Hell)
Rollin right through
Like nothin’s nothin
Well I am somethin
You should worry about

Check your tires and your fuel gauge
And double check your exit route
And hope it ain’t somethin
That I already thought about

The call is traced
You're outpaced
And there’s nothing stopping
Getting your soul defaced

There’s a special place in Hell
For people like you
There’s sugar in your gas tank
And somebody in your rearview

There’s a special place in Hell
For people like you
You're a vicious amoral degenerate
And I’m coming for you

You think it’s fine
To keep your feet on people’s necks
And then you get upset
Cause you shoes are getting dirty

Kick em off and curse
And you scramble away
I’m sorry, so sorry
That we ruined your day

There’s a special place in Hell
For people like you
There’s sugar in your gas tank
And somebody in your rearview

There’s a special place in Hell
For people like you
You corrupt motherfucking degenerate
I am coming for you
Track Name: Set Recurring
I keep making the same mistakes
Endlessly repeating
Find myself in the dark
Down by the river

Every time that I get here
The air gets so heavy
I’ve lost my way
And I shiver

Fog keeps rollin in and
I keep breathing
Breathin in the poison
Til it’s all gone

Ears start ringin
The whole town’s singin
The pain and refrain, of the
Same old song

I line em all up and I make that mistake again
I set the damn thing on fire like a good little specimen
Can’t figure it out, my immortal regimen
I just set recurring
I just set recurring and it all falls down again

Filled with contempt
That I’m concealing
Sipping on the triumphs
Of lesser men

Choking on the ashes
Of this beautiful evening
I fall to pieces

Again and again and again and again and

I line em all up and I make that mistake again
I set the damn thing on fire like a good little specimen
Can’t figure it out, my immortal regimen
I just set recurring
I just set recurring and it all falls down again

And it all falls down again
Again and again and again and again and again and again and a-gain
Track Name: Jonah
Sunken eyes
That criticize
I believe
All the lies

Paranoid
Frequency
Sirens sound
Secretly

Tune on in
To the silence
And cosmic
Violence

Recognize
The pain
And my maker,
Make it rain

Breathe
Confess
To nothing

Proclaim
Profess
Becoming

It was destiny
To be this mess

It's broken
It's damaged
And I love it

Misery
You represent
Identities
You invent

Siphon off
Intelligence
Discordant
Resonance

Slimy little
Virus
Vile
Spineless

Crawling up
The veins
Black rivers
That scream my name

Breathe
Confess
To nothing

Proclaim
Profess
Becoming

It was destiny
To be this mess

It's broken
It's damaged
And I love it

You don't have
To like me
Would you go away
If I asked politely?

Or take off your coat
And stay awhile
My beautiful, filthy
Crocodile
Track Name: Cosmic Criminal (Sidecar)
Living on lines of fluids
Pulling back fluids, inhaling
Black fluids, into me

Veins change colors
Insignificant others, and it's
All available for a fee

Daily dose chemical
Cocktail with a foxtail and
Everything else that comes for free

Pour it all on and gimme a
Sidecar song
And lend a hand to my catastrophe

Unconscious consciousness
What have you done with this?
Shredding to pieces and
Burning it all

Unconscious present tense
Everything making sense
Embrace the violence
And unleash your arsenal

Get rich quick and petty crimes
Cigarette ash and coffee grinds
Cheap tattoos that bleed infection

Mantras not so subtle
Tired hooks and dusty books, old
Puzzles that ache for completion

Countrytime in city lands, your
Information’s secondhand, and I can
Tell this is a point of contention

Pour it on right, let’s make it a
Sidecar night, and leave the
Rest to your imagination

Unconscious consciousness
What have you done with this?
Shredding to pieces and
Burning it all

Unconscious present tense
Everything making sense
Chasing, defacing, embracing
This Cosmic Criminal

Unconscious consciousness
What have you done with this?
Shredding and shredding and shredding,
Burning it all

Unconscious present tense
Everything making sense
Chasing, defacing, embracing
This Cosmic Criminal
Track Name: Black Triangles
We are the only gods that exist
And we’re terrible
Born out of ashes, yesterday’s throwaways
We’re incredible

Only a messy world full of chaos
And ill temperaments
And what we represent
Is a cause that’s completely inedible

Our problems are all made up
Woven of straw men’s extremities
Common necessities, imperative
And meaningless

Punching holes out of paradox
We like the way it tastes
But we’re not sure where it comes from

Not sure where it comes from
Some ethereal blend
Of discord and Diamox
Draining away our fertility, and ability
To give a fuck

We are the only gods that exist
And we’re fallible
Pondering extralogical denizens
Behind it all

Only a simple world
Where the doorman is far too lenient
And the truth’s too convenient
Are we so efficiently wrong

Our problems are all made up
Woven of straw men’s extremities
And those starlit enemies
Don’t exist

Punching holes out of paradox
We like the way it tastes
But we’re not sure where it comes from
Not sure where it comes from

Some ethereal blend
Of discord and Diamox
Draining away our fertility, and ability
To give a fuck

Who blew it up, who’s pulling the strings?
Can we figure out, by reviewing the tapes?
Black Triangles hover in the sky
Maybe they can tell us the reasons why we like

Punching holes out of paradox
And we like the way it tastes
But we’re not sure where it comes from
Not sure where it comes from

Some ethereal blend
Of discord and Diamox
Draining away our fertility, and ability
To give a fuck

We are the only gods that exist
And we’re terrible
We’re terrible

We are the only gods that exist
And we’re terrible

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