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Till my head into the ground
Make my heartbeat
Loud
No sound
Give my money to the deaf-blind
Heat-readers found in the shrunken alleyways
Beneath the old red sky
Fund me a place to rest for when I die
And I'll be at peace
For a while
Take my clean sheet and ink it
Greet my misdemeanours with applause
And discontent
Find me a bed to rest in
and a holy box
To confess in
And I'll be rent,
Two men in one
Hate blatantly inflates states of irate behaviour.
Clearly fear steers us here, merely waiting for a saviour
Arguably part of me's hardly free but restricted
Locked, blocked, stocked up with the convicted
My faded days played, staked on phased wheel-spins
Forlorn, worn, adorned and warmed by my real sins
Capitulate my emotional dependency
For men in black ties who'd seek
My impeachment
A devalued currency still has worth as a trinket
And no philosophy is hollow til you overthink it
Greed
Leave me motionless
Test my eyesight slowly
Lowly do I come, pleading
Asking you or at least someone to need me
You're distant though
Fading.
Father me.
I'd rather be raised by too many dads
than not enough
Rather be overwhelmed by inspiration
than find creating tough
Till my head into the ground
Make
Make my heartbeat
My
Loud
No sound
Heartbeat
Give my money
Loud
to the deaf-blind
Heat-readers found
No sound
in the shrunken alleyways
Beneath the old red sky
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Flowrate
03:14
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Building,
Reap and shepherd
Shifting,
Seasons turning
Zach de la rock and roll
Icono-geographical cataclysm
Mathematical theorems and serums
Diluting like Vladamir Putin polluting
Abusing and reusing the tired old response of the masters,
Faster
(Building,
Reap and shepherd
Shifting)
Faster than lightweight
Heady as liquor
Thicker than blood-lust and envy combined
(Seasons turning)
Thicker than bloodlust and envy combined,
You were only supposed to blow away their bloody minds
The mindset's forgetting
For gifting a date to the aged
And ages pass and all we've cast aside returns
Strayed beyond recommended dose,
Burned,
Close to ruin
Nation against nation
Warned by history -
Warned by his story, and hers
Building,
Reap and shepherd
Shifting,
Seasons turning
Cracked pavement
Prophets bring a redemptive message in plagiarism
Faded hey-day nostalgic heretic organisms decay,
Starved in a bid to find a cure for hedonism
And heroism's punished cos there's no space for heroes
In a world where a one is an inefficient zero
(Building,
Reap and shepherd
Shifting,
Seasons turning)
And heroism's punished cos there's no room for heroes
In a world where a one is an inefficient zero
And heroism is punished cos there's no room for heroes
In a world where a one is an inefficient zero
And heroism is punished cos there's no room for heroes
In a world where a one is an inefficient zero
And heroism is punished cos there's no room for heroes
In a world where a one is an inefficient zero
Heroism's punished... no room for heroes...
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Tirade
02:32
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What you're recommending's
Transcending my offense
Your denigration's delightful
And it stands in your defense
You sold me when you told me to get up against the fence
So you could execute me, in a fatalistic sense.
My mind's overturning
With a thirst for opportunity
I'm dashing around town
With a p'raps unwise impunity
More of a menace to myself, though, than any "threat to the community"
But my sins are ubpunishable, got a diplomat's immunity
And I'd be afraid of you
If you could maim, or even scar us
But you won't be here long,
As well as being harmless
You're soon to be reduced to a subtle stack of stardust
And I'll be free of your masochistic harness
And I can't even think about
A single word that you've said
I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head.
And I can't even think about
A single word that you've said
I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head.
No I can't even think about
A single word that you've said
I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head.
No I can't even think about
A single word that you've said
I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head.
I cannot think about
A single word you've said
I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head
I cannot think about
A single word you've said
I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head
What you're recommending's
Transcending my offense
Your denigration's delightful
And it stands in your defense
You sold me when you told me to get up against the fence
So you could execute me, in a fatalistic sense
And while you whine for sweets
Like a brat that's always eating
I'll be by the poolside
Relaxing, dipping my feet in
Your assault feels pretty potent
But the bulk of it is fleeting
You may as well give up the fight
Because you are already beaten
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B.M.O
03:26
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I'm talking smack behind my back, yo
Talking smack behind my back
I'm talking smack behind my back, yo
Talking smack behind my back
I'm talking smack behind my back, yo
Talking smack behind my back
I'm talking smack behind my back, yo!
(Now tell me, where's the sense in that?)
I'm talking about myself behind my own back
Snapped my tether to my reputation
Elation abandoned in pursuit of the dull
I mull over my own actions, I judge,
Fudge the details, slur my name
Defame myself shamelessly
Honestly, I do! It's a habit
Rabbiting self-smack endlessly
Heresy against my person
Earthing my darkside in my own self critique
But at least in this, I ain't unique
We do enjoy self deprecation,
The nation does it as a pastime -
"It's fine!" you say, "that's Britishness!"
What's this? What utter bullshit
I spit on God-damn self-hatred
Naked despising of myself
Unhealthy negative thinking
Drinking to forget how great we are
Starving our souls of worth
Hurting our chances at any kind of well-being,
No, I cannot abide the shit that I'm seeing
'Cause you - yes, YOU - are a rockstar,
Not far from achieving excellence
Elegance is within your grasp
So ask yourself: are you really THAT crap?
Attack the lie that you suck,
Duck and dive, avoid the fire
That the liar is shooting at your sanity
And vanity is not what I'm seeking here
But I fear we're all so far from that,
Black from white, that much opposed
So just try and like yourself, I suppose...
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Minor Bliss
02:46
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I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the things I miss
I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the little things, the minor bliss
I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the things I miss
I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the little things, the minor bliss
I was forcefully evicted from a life I've never known
Forcefully injected to a place that I never chose
Laughing 'cause I'm crying 'cause I'm undecided
To whether or not I can hide it,
My confusion about this situation
One I've not yet encountered
I need to learn to swim before I start to flounder
And I can't even get these next lines out my mouth
'Cause I'm like, where am I?
I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the things I miss
Taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the little things, the minor bliss
I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the things I miss
Taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the little things, the minor bliss
And what I foresaw was foreshadowed by an omen
I've forsaken all that I had that wasn't stolen
I've broken every promise that I ever received
And I feel that those closest to me have been deceived
By my misunderstanding of actions and consequences
And my subconscious need to maintain my defenses
And my heart and mind collude and are colliding
My will to assert's been overrided
By this fear that all that I love that I have will be vanishing in an instant
That my contentment will soon fade into the distance
And my vertigo kicks in as I climb this rime
And I'm... I'm panicking
These days as I ponder what could never have been
I'm relying more heavily on things yet unseen
My mind runs riot like a racecar,
Using these experiences thus far while speculating what the future will be
I'm wastefully waiting for my fate to stop shaking
I'm making a molehill of this mountain
And this fountain of youth seems rapidly dwindling
As I miss the now, and I'm just like,
Where did my life go?
I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the things I miss
Taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the little things
I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the things I miss
Taking all the time that I can to appreciate
All the little things, the minor bliss
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Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
We're lords, wards against black arts,
Hordes of black darts
Haints, apparitions manifest within black hearts
And cracked starts
Blackboards, tests, tribulations,
Information, relegation of the restless ox-carts
We cross fords - and like saints, the water parts
Been deceived by life's box-art,
Partly bitter, fittingly remiss
Blissed out on elation,
Flittering away your best on finger-painted art.
Estimated death-toll-charts,
Graphs depicting misery
Averaged across centuries for accurate predictions
The highest bidder's a sinner,
Festered from lack,
Stacks of creation cross and criss the shack which we've detested.
You're sick, a stickman hurrying to flavour
The bricks of your foundation
With the curried favour you gained
Through prostration
And fights picked with your saviour
Exhibiting behaviour reminiscent of hicks,
Actions oft thick with the slick of worry,
A slurry of frustration, fright,
Panicked antics a reflection of projections
Seen in the years that made ya insatiable
Lusting for faux-premonitions of
Wealth and beauty, delighting in speculations
Equal parts hollow, vain, and ugly
And these blights
They restrict with the inflection of your lisp,
Rejections unpick your delight tonight while we bicker,
Sticklers for our non-negotiable rights
Take a leaf out of their book, and they'll tell you where to go...
We're famous
for outrageous staged claims,
Made stranger by fostered thoughts, festering
They descend like space invaders
We bark up trees laden with what limits us
Squinting to see sinister figures in the distance
Who degrade and diminish us
Karma departs us, and faced with our hardness
We depart these armies as they're proved to be disastrous
Advanceless wastes of space
Straining at chains left us fading and
Destitute, penniless as though these fading days hate us
But now that our cells are open and barless
We simply stare through the gaps in our own fear of changing
Failing through fear to even get near to failures
Idly waiting for idols to save us...
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to...
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Carnaby Bennett Glasgow, UK
Carnaby Bennett is Sam D Grover making music with Paul West. Sam D writes most of the words then speaks&sings them too, while Paul plays most of the instruments & produces the whole lot.
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