Urgh invasive thoughts. TBH they're better when they come from the voices in your head, as opposed to like, real influential powerful people and that.
See if you can spot the Red Dwarf quasi-reference in this one.
lyrics
Some strange script keeps telling me
That a freed up mind is a felony
That with one I'll fail
My enemies
Say a brain wrapped in chains is an amenity
An attractive alluring quality
Drawing in both the poor and the royalty
Drawing in both the poor, and
I’m trading curses for purpose
While nurses turn worthless, but happy
The last mile
From the turnstile
Was lit with hearses,
Empty, corpseless, redundant
An abundance of lack
Each utterance and buggerance
Bringing armaments to bear.
Unfair sharing, dread of snaring
Too little or too much -
Balancing, as such -
But the tightrope is fraying
Progression is lost, so keen are we on staying
Some strange script keeps telling me...
And I’m feigning laughter and after
When I'd rather
Take a bath to get cleanly
The past tense of past offence
Has me reach towards rafters
Stretching higher for escape now,
Rattling the cage now
Need freedom and release, now
‘Cause I've realised lately that
Days gone have changed me
Rarely do things phase me
Where before they'd bemuse
My mind's grown tank-like through years of bad news
Some strange script keeps telling me...
And I'm racing Evel Knievel
Up the steeple
As the people look onwards
The darkness at the heart of this
Means I get no sleep –
Who'll be my paranoia in my downtime?
No straight lines from here
We're in fear
When hearing that those dear,
Near and precious to us have changed
No longer needing to be like us
They'll fight us where before they'd cower...
How relationships change when we ain't in power
Some strange script keeps telling me
That a freed up mind is a felony
That with one I'll fail
My enemies
Say a brain wrapped in chains is an amenity
An attractive alluring quality
Drawing in both the poor and the royalty
Drawing in both the poor, and
Some strange script keeps telling me
A freed up mind is a felony
That with one I'll fail
My enemies
Say a brain wrapped in chains is an amenity
An attractive alluring quality
Drawing in both the poor and the royalty
Drawing in both the poor, and the royalty
Drawing in both the poor, and the royalty
And some strange script keeps telling me and telling me
And some strange script keeps telling me and telling me
They're hemming me with everything they're telling me
Regret and errors are their heavy weaponry
And some strange script keeps
Telling me and
Telling me and
Telling me and
Telling me.
credits
from I Can't Fly,
released January 12, 2019
Paul West - drums, bass, backing vocals
Sam D Grover - synths, lead vocals
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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