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Soul II Skull
03:04
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I’m not in this line of work.
I couldn’t hold it.
I unheard a warning.
I was sleeping in school.
My body is trying to work,
I can’t control it.
Sent a certain signal from the soul to the skull.
It signals,
I couldn’t hold it back.
It’s simple.
I’m not in this line of work.
For all the effort,
I may as well forget it,
When the body says “no”.
Just willing this mind to work.
There’s a rebellion.
Straight from the cranium,
A physical movement which shows.
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2. |
Stubborn Step
04:09
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You draw a line under the title
“This is what this is called”
I have a limit, I have opinions,
I’m unprepared to withdraw.
A single Jenga brick removed could wreck the whole foundation.
You have a space, you have to maintain,
Total, utter control.
You put a foot down and then keep it down,
Until you can’t pick it up.
Until the roots have grown around your foot, your foot is stuck down.
You can draw any line that you like.
You can draw any line that you like.
You get drawn into lies all the time.
You can draw, you get drawn, you get drawn.
You can draw any line that you like.
You can draw, you can draw, you get drawn.
You get drawn into lies all the time.
You get drawn, you get drawn, you get drawn.
A stubborn step into a locked room,
“I’m correct, I have checked.”
You give a reason, like there’s no reason,
For me to argue with you.
“Look, this is my position, you can’t undermine my mission.”
With some respect, I just expect your,
Undying alliance.
I did a re-count and you are still wrong,
You’re very welcome to check.
Although I seriously doubt that you can read my writing.
A sudden reversal of mind,
To know I don’t.
To see your construction unwind,
And your throne explodes.
To lay your assumptions aside,
for one whole moment.
A fool looking up to a climb.
The ascent goes slow.
A sudden reversal of mind,
To know I don’t.
To see your construction unwind.
And your throne explodes.
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3. |
Forceps
03:30
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Don’t be alarmed, this is just for pretend.
Realistically, I’m a platonic and harmless friend.
And any harm that I didn’t intend,
Didn’t come from me, it’s a confusion at your end.
And I could strike, anytime, like a light-bulb doesn’t strike but dies.
Breathing into your home when you presume you’re alone.
Trust me on this one you’re not in control of your faculties.
Plus I insist you’re just playing a role, badly.
You mustn’t resist, you can’t see it but you’re still into me.
Trust me on this one. Trust me on this one, I can change.
I’m not ashamed and it’s clear to see,
You were only joking when you said you’re disowning me.
Don’t be afraid of attention from me.
Phoning you at midnight just to check that you’re lonely.
And I was right, all the time.
Why would I fight when I could just impregnate your mind?
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4. |
Who Isn't?
05:02
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Who isn’t trying to get off?
Everyone else and me,
Behaving unhealthily.
And when I zoomed into one of your eyes using Photoshop,
It was the last opportunity to get off.
We are a disaster.
The price hike for a nice night, I paid in full.
Who isn’t trying to get off?
Everyone forms a queue.
Watch them perform for you.
And when you turn into one of your lies,
And the movement doesn’t stop,
You’ll take the last opportunity to get off.
It was the last opportunity to get off.
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5. |
Why Angry?
04:53
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When it’s clearly your own bullshit that you’re angry at.
You are troubling again,
A big huff-wagon dragged you off the ledge.
I contributed to you and your mood.
It’s puzzling, but then I did stuff on purpose just to piss you off.
I’m enjoying annoying you.
Why are you angry at me?
You are baffling, my friend, I daren’t look,
As you read me like a shit book.
I am obscuring your view.
We’re battling, it’s tense, I mistook,
A flippant comment for a left hook.
I am absorbent when you just ooze.
I promise not to do it again.
I want to do it again.
Again.
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(Dose Rap)
Dose –
You ask me how I do it.
I don’t, it undoes me.
Charlotte –
One mile from here.
A strange pull.
Half an hour.
Cold sheets
Dose –
Since the sick of me and blood hits skin,
The whip kick.
The whip kicked in.
Sam –
Unfolding the gift which you brought,
The porn of your natural form.
It’s tempting.
The drool of an organ undrawn.
Beholding it’s horrible form.
You’re haunting my regular haunt.
The call of the human.
The physical form of the thought.
The call of the human.
The pool of the stink,
The fool and his think
The call of the human.
To swallow the drink,
And sink in the sink,
The call of the human.
Charlotte –
The alibi.
Dose –
Debt begets debt.
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7. |
Make Space
04:20
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I was born an only twin,
But someone else came crashing in.
Managed to collect the shards,
But never reconnect the parts.
Yes. It’s logical.
Fun times fighting fear with beer,
But you should know there’s apce in here.
I presumed I’d lost it all,
But now is less impossible.
I can make space.
A miniscule room is a much bigger place.
I can make space.
I didn’t assume it but now I have faith.
Truth is looming through the words,
Presuming you can prove it first.
I might know as you might know what’s logical.
I was nearly too far gone to make room for anyone.
Time was long and I was wrong.
It’s logical.
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8. |
Perspective Parade
02:41
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I can’t be held responsible,
For what I might have said twenty minutes ago at all.
That was then, I’m a different person now,
Even though there’s a passing resemblance.
A parade of perspectives, here they come.
I can’t tell which perspective’s the correct one.
In this place every face is a shape-shifter.
Holding on with the grip of a stapler.
I’m holding on by my teeth when your rhythm’s irregular.
Burrowing up from beneath just to meet a non-sequitur.
A mirror of me and I struggle to see the resemblance.
You’re molecular.
I am held in your pull,
And I move between all your molecules.
Can you tell where is up?
We have merged but I’m personally splitting up.
Looking out into hell,
Looking back, I can’t recognise myself.
The molecular structure melts.
Fusing, dispersing, improving, worsening.
A serenade of perspectives from all sides.
The individual angles all collide.
I resent that I can’t take the temperature.
Had a clue but it’s hard to remember.
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9. |
Remotely
06:17
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A wave is collapsing,
Takes a form we don’t know.
You’re waving remotely.
It’s coming on slow.
From A distance.
The wave was engulfing.
It flooded our home.
The space was left over.
A small glimmer shows.
Come over.
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10. |
What Is It Now?
03:23
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Watch a habit,
turn to an alarming trait,
When it turns it’s too late.
Got to have it,
It’s part of the ordinary state,
When it’s near, I can’t wait.
It’s embedded,
It sneaks into reason.
What is it now?
The angle has changed.
The object remains.
From mundane to deranged.
The line’s a circle and I don’t know how it ends..
(And I just reach for my intoxicant friends.
Then I can’t speak but yeah, you know how it ends.)
An illusion,
is fusing with the ordinary view.
What you know isn’t true.
An intrusion,
becomes the cause of everything I do.
It was small and it grew.
The solution is based on a lazy lie.
What is it now?
It’s altered again.
The object remains.
From mundane to deranged.
(repeat chorus)
According to lies,
everything’s fine,
but time has shrunk.
Been spending my,
expendable time,
high and drunk.
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11. |
No Journey
05:56
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No journey is complete without the departure.
Those urgent, itchy feet,
Adjourn but can’t retreat,
Without a disaster.
I hope it’s going to get too loud.
The stomach finds a whole new function.
The shrinking station.
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SJ Esau UK
Sam ‘SJ Esau’ Wisternoff fuses experimental techniques and an individualistic song-writing sensibility to create manic psych-pop compositions.
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