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Mos Def. He promised us a new album this fall, and 08 is almost gone. As the months and days wound down, so did my hope of seeing a new record from Mr. Bize. But just as the year took it’s last gasps, a new song has finally surfaced. “Life In Marvelous Times” is the first peek we have of The Ecstatic, Mos’s fourth solo album, and it’s just what I needed to ease my worried mind. The new release date for the album is Feb 09, and the anticipation is again gaining momentum.

The song itself is phenomenal. The orchestration of the track, the break downs, the different parts of the song keep the ear active in it’s listening. And Mos’s penchant for poetics keeps the mind swirling with the imagery and grace his words convey. It’s top quality, high grade material, all the way. Those privileged few who belong to the mailing list have been enjoying this song since last week, and we are now ready to share with the rest of the world. Enjoy.

Bright moments always come back vivid, the Fifth greatness epics, city wide test pressure, the pre-crack era, mr showman, what a prick, attitude match his wardrobe uglier than sin, this is Bed-Stuy ‘82, 9th Floor, 3 tiny rooms, 1 view, Bucktown, Roosevelt House, your green grass was green, our green grass was brown, shots rang my phone wasn’t touch tone, heavy beef in the street, ET had to flee, great heavens, good grief, hungry bellies bright gold on their teeth, the windows on the ave look like sad eyes, they fix a sharp gaze on ya when ya pass by, and if ya dare to stand, you can see em cry, you can watch em scowl, can feel em prowl, while they steady sizing every inch about you, fast math measure up what you amount to, the laughter, the screams, the number roll, the song of psalms, the book of dreams, ends don’t meet where the arms can’t reach, mean streets, even when it’s free it ain’t cheap, on going saga, terminal diagnosis, basic survival requires super heroics, no space in the budget for a cape, soon you gotta fly by night to save the day, crash landings routinely happen, some survive, others never rise from the ashes, watch and ask for and observe when the savage creates an Ecstatic and there ya have it, from teenage love, praying in tongues, strange fruit, riot boots, and native drums, from hence I come, to here we go, signs and wonders all along the road, some lines open some lines closed, some stretch this road with no lines at all, some riders don’t know what they riding for, hands on the wheel and they mind is gone, what ever you ride, whatever ya lane, this road called life is a beautiful thing, and we are alive in amazing times, delicate hearts, diabolical minds, revelations, hatred, love and war, and more and more and more and more, and more of less than ever before, it’s just too much more for your mind to absorb, it’s scary like hell, but there’s no doubt, we can’t be alive in no time, but, NOW!!!

It’s just another shot to the heart, it’s just a sure shot in the dark, it’s just another place in the stars. Wonders all over inside, life in marvelous times. Life in Marvelous Times.