Ginsberg | MOSSY

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Artist:MOSSY
Album:Self Titled Debut EP
Title:Ginsberg
Year:2016
Genres:Unclassifiable / Soul / Alternative & Punk
Liner notes

Written By Jamie Timony (AKA MOSSY)
Produced by Dean Tuza (The Rubens / Den)
Additional Production by David Kahne (Paul McCartney / The Strokes)
Mixed by Stuart White (Beyonce / Alicia Keys / FKA Twigs)
Master By Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound NYC
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About the artist

Today I OH YOU is thrilled to present you with ‘Ginsberg’, the second single from MOSSY, the nom de guerre of Sydney multi instrumentalist Jamie Timony. Ginsberg was premiered by Zane Lowe via Beats 1 and I-D Magazine to rave reviews, it follows the release of Electric Chair that has since spread to blogs all over the world (including Stereogum, ID, Bullet, Earmilk). Inspired by his two favorite Allen Ginsberg poems ‘An Eastern Ballad’ & ‘Cosmopolitan Greetings’, ‘Ginsberg’ see’s MOSSY move into a wistful down tempo psychedelic groove, provoking images of a New York winter.

Extending on the influence of Ginsberg’s poetry, Timony states, “At the end of Cosmopolitan Greetings there is a line that says “Candour ends paranoia”. That line/idea changed my life almost instantly. I wrote it on a piece of paper and stuck it on my bedroom wall where I could see it everyday. I was quite paranoid and anxious at the time and there was shit in my life I wasn’t looking at. That coupled with the idea of a profound awakening (“so long my sleep”) that An Eastern Ballad toys with were dynamite for me.”

With Ginsberg now released into the world, MOSSY steadies himself for the release of his stellar self-titled debut EP which will be released through I OH YOU on May 13.

Lyrics

The moon hangs low tonight
She casts a guiding light
The river holds her careful beams

Our paddles row in time
To form a perfect rhyme
And draw from you your wildest dreams

Yeah we got it
Right in the pocket
No-one is around to hear you if you wanna

Scream
Something obscene
Something so real
Come on you can't keep it baby

I'm shooting stars tonight
And carving with my knife
A map of where I'd rather be

The camera in my mind's eye
Battery charged lens primed
To capture all our silent scene

Yeah we got it
Right in the pocket
No-one is around to hear you if you wanna

Scream
Something obscene
Something so real
Come on you can't keep it baby

Your candour is heaven sent
A gift from Ginsberg's treasure chest
The moon with open arms accepts
Forever forward in baby steps