1. |
Halfway
04:19
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Half way to heaven, half way to hell below /
And it's death we're dreadin' but at least you're here for now till then I spose /
Live in the present; that's how you overcome that low /
Though it in't forever; you should know I'm grateful for my soul /
(1)
I like to take pictures of different stuff /
And see it as a glimpse of time that I tricked to stop /
For a split second like I cheated it /
A construct devised to keep us checkin' while the meter ticks /
Tick, tick, can hear it ticking now /
It's not something that I wanna waste sittin' round /
So selective of the time I'm spending /
And whom I spend it with is likely to define the ending /
Little moments got me looking back though/
Smiling at it, like the time I walked with mum and dad /
Around the harbour on a windy evening /
Guess who was looking back at every star that came to greet them? /
And thats the second time I gazed in awe /
The other was in New Zealand when I went on tour /
And hired a van for a couple weeks /
Me and dan mooching on the South Island through the peaks /
Down to the beach in Hokitika /
A visit to the Jade shops, plus we ordered pizza /
And it's things like these that help to form a piece of /
Who we are and what's important while we're walking here coz /
It doesn't last forever, and you can plan for't future /
But don't plan too much without enjoying t'now's the truth I..
..guess I'm gettin' preachy while I offer my advice /
I'm just tryna live in't present, coz that's where I'm happy, right? /
(Chorus)
Half way to heaven, half way to hell below /
And it's death we're dreadin' but at least you're here for now till then I spose /
Live in the present; that's how you overcome that, low /
Though it in't forever; you should know I'm grateful for my soul /
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2. |
Bag of Flesh
04:28
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Bags of flesh on a skeleton /
Floating on a rock, time ticking with the pendulum /
Held in place with the gravity suspending 'em /
The main star central to the solar system sendin' us /
Flying in the orbit, positioned so perfectly /
Self-aware enough to understand how it works at least a little bit /
But some are blinkered to it's majesty /
So oblivious to t'dances seen, in't that a tragedy /
The universes masterpiece and we're a part of it /
The grand theatre of the stars and all that other gnarly shit /
I'm feeling grateful coz I've had chance to notice that /
Lucky me, deep space details on a photograph /
From Cassini to the Mars Rover rolling past /
Former seas or lakes carved pieces of those foreign lands /
I spose I gotta laugh coz if I din't I'd probly cry /
How we consider other humans different races, why? /
From the same planet, told you just a bag of flesh /
Skin tone evolved from different circumstances put to test /
All originate from Africa, a while ago /
Every continent with imaginary lines evolved /
To keep us all divided, split us up it's how they manage /
Behold the wealth - 1 percent, the rich controlling families /
And every country is indebted to em, yes we're losing /
It's in the trillions and yes, you guessed, it's still moving /
So many zero's even t'binary could get confusing /
And I just talk about it, yet to dream up the solution /
I spose we could begin by showing some respect for others /
Too many selfish souls in power, that's the effin trouble /
(Chorus)
We're just a bag of flesh /
And the bones attached to it /
Floating a mote of dust /
Suspended in a sunbeam /
That's what Carl Sagan said /
Well, the second part at least /
I tried to add to it /
And discuss some other things too /
(2)
I'd like to say that nothing matters much /
Only here for just a fraction of time alive and then it's back to dust /
Init funny, no, and that's the crux /
We're losing sleep over little issues taxing us /
Getting paid to check the e-post, mainly while you draft 'em up /
The never-ending stack that comes, best forget your plans for lunch /
Guess you're staying late again /
What's for tea, your favourite thing, microwave that beige, dig in /
And its' probly full of poison /
Clock the e-numbers, horse meat? you can't avoid 'em /
What d'you mean you paid for this? sometimes you wanna change the script /
It's hard when you're tired and can't be arsed to use your brain to think /
When life's an endless to-do list /
With not enough time to complete it while you live /
So what's the point to this, the mystery that I'm picking at /
Well, it's a gift you're given, just keep living, take a flipping chance /
Coz one can only hope that the good times outweigh the bad /
And while mistakes are made, the world keeps spinnin' day to day, perhaps /
The meaning's hid in how we shouldn't stay attached to things /
And have a laugh, to that I'll raise my glass and gladly drink /
(Chorus)
We're just a bag of flesh /
And the bones attached to it /
Floating a mote of dust /
Suspended in a sunbeam /
That's what Carl Sagan said /
Well, the second part at least /
I tried to add to it /
And discuss some other things too /
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3. |
Stay Afloat
04:07
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(1)
I don't understand it, obsessed with minor things /
Contemplating life whilst observing, it's delightful, glimpse /
The rolling waves at the coast where it laps the shore /
I take a deep breath, looking, I couldn't ask for more /
S'not quite meditation, separate from madding crowds /
My little gang gathered round, time flies with the passing clouds /
Took a picture, lasts longer than my mind allows /
Maybe here I've figured out what life's about /
It's hard enjoying moments, push those thoughts aside /
We're all suffering together, struggles measured by /
What's effecting you, and when it tries to drag you down /
Remember that you're not alone, I'll be there if you want me round /
Don't have all the answers, don't think I ever will /
Still learning lessons, current level; thirty something, chill /
Worked out my weaknesses, understand my strengths to build /
Know how to listen, these days that's the rarest skill /
(chorus)
And we're all in the same boat, pray we can stay afloat /
All make mistakes sometimes /
Can't use life as a scapegoat, or a reason (to) remain broken /
(It's a) bittersweet place we find /
Try hard to be a good soul, do the right thing for once though /
It's difficult when things aren't right /
And those lessons can take hold, for sure, they'll invade so /
Give yourself space and time /
(2)
And I'm tryna be the best version, of me and no-one else /
You're the best at being you, I hope that helps /
Clear up all confusion, though I don't think there's any /
And I aren't drinking lately, so it can't twist my pennies /
And it's over little things that my heart get heavy /
Half a life and what've I got to show for every /
Hour that's passed me by, and when I think, I'm aching here /
I'm pointing at my chest, again, so your understandings clear /
That doesn't mean I'm ungrateful for the life I have /
It just means I find it difficult when trying to grasp /
The moment here, instead, I look behind, rewind the past /
Or to the future where the folks I love are no longer by my side, perhaps /
You can or can't relate to that /
The march of time and it's inevitable way impacts /
And through it all, I can only hope to stay intact /
Cause breaking point's beyond the here and now and what I'm looking at /
(chorus)
And we're all in the same boat, pray we can stay afloat /
All make mistakes sometimes /
Can't use life as a scapegoat, or a reason (to) remain broken /
(It's a) bittersweet place we find /
Try hard to be a good soul, do the right thing for once though /
It's difficult when things aren't right /
And those lessons can take hold, for sure, they'll invade so /
Give yourself space and time /
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4. |
Nap
04:00
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And so, it seems within my dreams I float away with you /
Too soon, I wake and I'm back here, my view's /
The same, confused, but does this mean it's true? /
I'm sure, but what's to say you'd even want this too? /
(1)
Absolutely nothin' /
Perhaps my view is stuck in looking at the past, I'm wondering /
Will I ever change the way I feel about the somethings /
Concealed, I keep 'em tucked, daren't reveal or feed my trust in /
Any ear who'd listen to me, secrets that I'm clutching /
Hear advice but rarely heed it, throw that healing in the dustbin /
Then take it out, unreel it, pick, I'm peeling at the subject /
Release that piece of unrest that's been eating me, I'm done lets /
Have a conversation an' explore the inner workings of it /
What's beyond the flippin' surface got it morphing into what is /
Often on my mind, the spiral, thoughts attacking twist again /
Breaking down my systems, seek assistance tryna live with them /
And at the start and end o t'day it's what I'm thinking when /
I'm sober or I'm drinking ten, mull it over, link the stem /
To either, sippin' tea contemplative of the 'is' and 'then' /
The world inside our head's created fantasies to live instead /
(Chorus)
And so, it seems within my dreams I float away with you /
Too soon, I wake and I'm back here, my view's /
The same, confused, but does this mean it's true? /
I'm sure, but what's to say you'd even want this too? /
(2)
But I don't think you would do, no /
Burnt once, too many times, took control /
And I try keep patient; the waiting game /
But I don't wanna wait in vain /
Done a whole lotta that, nearly went insane /
Then I dropped that bomb on a stress free day /
...bet you never saw that coming /
Looking over your shoulder the past, running up will you catch suttin'? /
Talk about off guard, whoa /
How's that for a plot twist, hold that thought /
Every word that I said was meant, yet I'm sure what I sent wasn't known /
I'm glad that I said them though /
Still could have timed it better /
Oops, did you hear that clang? /
Seemed like now or never, though /
And I wonder if your heart felt pangs? /
If it din't then I'm way off /
Just tell me to take off and I'll leave you be /
I just added to the chaos /
I never meant to, believe you me /
(Chorus)
And so, it seems within my dreams I float away with you /
Too soon, I wake and I'm back here, my view's /
The same, confused, but does this mean it's true? /
I'm sure, but what's to say you'd even want this too? /
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5. |
Angel Coast
04:19
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(1)
Stuff here got me wondering /
Is this a test before we move onto other things /
Mood enhanced with a couple drinks /
Dull the pain for a while, stop us thinking 'bout the troubles which /
Often haunt us on the day to day /
It's the dream that keeps you going, looking forward to the great escape /
All these choices helped you pave the way /
But no one makes it out alive, in't that the strangest fate? /
And what a cloud to have hanging over /
And time passes by faster as you're getting older /
It's hard to focus on the finer things /
More so today, that feeling stuck inside forever twists /
Tearing at your guts again /
But you can't quite put your finger on it when /
You're looking for the answers on how to help the trouble mend /
Even though you're doing fine, it's hard to feel accomplishments /
The old adage of a pessimist /
Always searching for the negatives, he's the guy who never wins /
Project on others, that's his specialism /
He's the one who seeks advice but never listens /
To what they said in wisdom, always goes against the grain /
Looking back on every day he very nearly went insane /
Tryna pick apart the bit's to change 'em /
But what's done is done, y'need to let it go today, friend /
(Chorus)
I'm dreaming of the day /
I get to where I want to be /
Though I can't see the way /
And today that stuffs on top of me /
And even though I pray /
I don't think it changes things /
Coz it all stays the same /
And as time goes by I just can't seem to break away /
(2)
And some days you feel more blue than others /
Won't move the covers when that knot's all through your stomach /
Can't figure what's caused your mood to plummet /
Still you fought through it for summat /
Survived all your worst days so far /
Even if your hopes aren't tangible quite yet /
Progress requires growth for the most part /
Despite any set backs we might get, I guess /
It's imperative to stay with it /
Though determinations hard to come by with a drained spirit /
Need to recharge your batteries /
Seek out a battle scheme, reach out and ask your team /
It's not as hard when someone's there to help /
And it's unfair to dwell on anything that might effect your health /
Mentally, can't change what's been said to me /
So I try to let it go and vent it out to centre chi /
And practice peace over bitterness /
No cheat codes to win at this, and life's gritty, what is given to us /
Is a gift but when it hits the fan there's difficulties /
All the silver linings hidden from us /
And those cinematic visions here /
Don't match the script that we're living, yeah /
Slow clap for anyone who's winning here /
Even if you're clinging on, it's pretty clear, a lot can change in a year /
(Chorus)
I'm dreaming of the day /
I get to where I want to be /
Though I can't see the way /
And today that stuffs on top of me /
And even though I pray /
I don't think it changes things /
Coz it all stays the same /
And as time goes by I just can't seem to break away /
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6. |
Meditation
01:51
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...you know why because the way it's going /
Seems as if we're seconds from a wrong decision, world exploding /
As fingers hover over flashing buttons, leaders try to pass the book on /
From civil war to threats of mass destruction /
And those machines that will outlast our function, soon becoming self-aware /
Have got me feeling pretty scared; another somethin' /
But if you don't discuss it, how you s'posed to find an answer? /
Evolution climb the ladder or become confined to gander /
Doomsday despite the mantra /
Live and let live, you can choose to fight the cancer /
This human kind has lost it's way in spite of new advancement /
Abused the science, medicine; we're in the final chapters /
Looking up to space for more than some finite answers /
The question is who built the moon and designed the planets / It can't be chances, surely not /
To un-Earth the plot for centuries we've watched the stars /
When the magic's here to see in plain sight, we've got to start observing it /
In the way surface rots, preserving this /
New life to take root and then the crops emerge to bring /
Food for the masses here, insects to the birds that sing /
The dance of solar rays entangled with the axis, spin /
Just as vital to the changing seasons /
A miracle so understated and far beyond a great achievement /
The perfect balance that we get to witness /
But not for long if we don't change the way we treat existence /
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7. |
Voyager
02:52
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(1)
I'm strapped in my seat with my back to the world /
I can feel my heart pound in my ears coz I'm nervous /
Been working my whole life to sit there /
All I can see's green sky, breathe thin air /
Years of building it finally paid off /
Time to escape what's know as the place of /
The homo-sapien race; an oasis that came forth /
From the big bang to its main form /
Earth in it's current state: terminal /
The cancer was the humans walking it's surface till /
Every resource drained, now the world is still /
Coz most have left, now it's my turn to fill /
The atmosphere with the biggest of footprints /
Carbon of course; rocket fuel is the substance /
I'm abusing this once after losing my loved ones /
Way back in Twenty One Hundred /
The largest Tsunami in history /
Was started and parted Earth literally /
Carving the carcass to bits and we / couldn't do anything to chill the beast /
Mother Nature's wrath fully filled the scenes /
The vessel on which I'm sitting leaves the planet /
And if its a vivid dream / I can't seem to hack it /
What before was exhilaration hitting me's attacking /
Strictly fear filling me with madness /
I wanna get off, but I'm strapped down /
The intercoms distorting, I'm blacking out /
And now there's silence, though I feel the rockets pierce /
Through the turbulence as it breaches through the stratosphere /
I slowly pry my eyes apart /
To reveal the kind of dark / that doesn't glow despite the stars lighting our /
Path towards tiny Mars and way beyond our solar system's where the voyage starts /
(2)
All the space ports are derelict /
Won't be docking there I only hope my vessel makes the trip /
Coz light speed travel proper takes a toll /
Check the status and you guessed it, every gauge is broke /
A relic from the old days of star fleets /
Salvaged what I could from the scrap heaps /
Pray it holds together, will it last me? /
At least until I reach my destination, sending out a mayday, I can't breathe /
Summat's wrong with the pressure here /
And I'm running low on oxygen, better get my gear /
Step inside the suit, tearing at the gaffer tape /
Tryna seal the rips I've found; hope it holds together, pray /
So unique, was the blue planet /
So in-sync before humans could do t'damage /
Made in God's image? It's too tragic /
Destructive, the first world over-consumed, savage /
While the third don't see the food planted /
Super-powers aimed all their nukes at it /
And now they're probly aiming at a new planets /
But not the one I hope to be soon landing /
It's only fourteen hundred light years /
Kepler four five two, habitable, quite near /
Or so I tell myself, like I'm gonna make it /
Set the auto-pilot then hit the cryostasis /
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8. |
Naaaja
03:48
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(1)
Some days I'm scared of the future, aware of the blue bits there /
Dare I compute the 'where' and the 'when', 'if' and 'who's' of /
The certainty blurred but in view, it's just that it hurts to think through them /
My whole world swirled with confusion /
I just need leave it alone /
And the Buddhists say peace is found: live in the moment /
But I guess that it's easy for some /
It's harder to put into practice /
A quiet mind's often distracted, too busy thinking of absence /
Possible outcomes; the tragic, and synapses fire to grasp this /
Stop time and you've cracked it /
You could live forever with your family perhaps this is all you could ask for /
But we can't stop time;
Though photographs and memories you have form /
A proof of the passage you spent here /
The miracle event, still unclear why we're sent here /
Those big questions that men fear /
The ones that matter when you're sensing the ends near /
There's no way to prevent tears /
I can see it in your eyes, the pain that presents clear /
I've got your back when you need me /
Though it's hard to understand things completely /
(Chorus)
So don't grow up too fast /
This world is a cold, cold place /
Responsibilities come too soon /
Don't wish your life away /
You'll face that pain someday /
But for now let's focus here /
Coz that's where we're alive /
And that's where I want to stay /
(2)
It's always the same stuff dragging you through it /
And I try to fight back using ignorance, stupid /
Only you can choose how you react /
It's often anger straight on the attack, though I want to relax /
And when you can feel your blood boil, spoiling the calm /
That's the crux point embroiling your heart /
What happens after? (Is it) destroy or restart /
The two choices where t'fork road opens apart /
And which side you walk depends on your logic /
Are you clouded by rage and the prospect?
Too hard to engage with the problem, rather stay sane than get lost when /
It's time turn instead of facing the nonsense /
Not today Satan / I aren't playing that game-station /
And everybody's suffering'll plague 'em /
When you're feeling stuck you try to pray then /
I guess I'm hypocritical, Amen /
As a youngster wishing I was older so /
I didn't have to go to school and listen to some older folks /
Talking 'bout a world I really wasn't ready for /
And when you reach the age you wished, you realise that you're ill informed /
Like anybody has a clue /
Tryna wing it, but make a difference in the things you do /
For folks you know and love, I never hoped I'd get owt back /
But if I needed help, some'd be there, some I daren't ask /
(Chorus)
So don't grow up too fast /
This world is a cold, cold place /
Responsibilities come too soon /
Don't wish your life away /
You'll face that pain someday /
But for now let's focus here /
Coz that's where we're alive /
And that's where I want to stay /
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9. |
Last Orders
03:36
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(1)
Last orders, hear the bell ringing /
As if you haven't had enough yet /
But there's still topics that you wanna cover /
You just haven't brought em up yet /
I guess it didn't feel the time to /
All the lights on, bright clientele move /
'roaches on the dance floor, eyeing fresh food /
Couldn't pluck the courage up to try and tell't truth /
A heart to heart after sinking bevs /
Always seems to pique my interest, but I'm probly going on a bit /
I can never tell if you wanna listen, or it's another topic that you wanna skip /
Definitely sick of hearing that one /
I'm not surprised it's one you wanna pass on /
The crumbs I often latch on /
Making summat outta nothin', well /
S'pretty much my superpower, in case you couldn't tell /
(Chorus)
One more at the last chance saloon /
I'm on my last drink, only ice left in it /
Don't know how I ended up here /
Being kicked out too soon, I'm being kicked out again /
(2)
Coz I never seem to finish up, no conclusion /
The same thoughts whiz round, don't pursue them /
But that way I won't diffuse 'em, trapped in a hopeless view from which there's no solution /
Set about talking through them, selfish, I hoped I'd move on /
But what a can of worms I threw from way outta leftfield periphery /
Pitching that curve-ball, special delivery /
And the lead balloon's an understatement /
Probly should have kept my gob shut, instead I couldn't wait to /
Throw my spanner in the works /
Then came the revelation, strangling my words /
Untangling their worth, maybe if I'd waited /
My patience would have been rewarded, maybe even sated /
Now I'm out the frying pan landing fireside /
But when you know it's what you want, its difficult to hide /
(Chorus)
One more at the last chance saloon /
I'm on my last drink, only ice left in it /
Don't know how I ended up here /
Being kicked out too soon, I'm being kicked out again /
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10. |
Major
03:30
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Some stuff just makes you blue though /
Don't let 'em get you down /
I know things could be better /
But it isn't worth the frown / you can always turn 'em round /
(1)
First world problems all up in your grill /
3 percent charge left, leave the message, chill /
The 12-month contract with the extra bills /
You don't need the latest tech with intent to fill /
Your time downloading those applications /
And no one gets to feel what boredom is /
Though love is just a click away, the expectations /
Hardly ever living up to what you think /
And every one is better on the internet /
Protected by a user name or that persona /
But I prefer my interactions tangible /
A face to face conversation over reading reams you wrote to /
Quantify expression of your sentiment /
Get to read it ten times again before you send 'em it /
And if a picture really paints a thousand words /
What's an in the flesh real life interaction worth? /
(Chorus)
Some stuff just makes you blue though /
Don't let 'em get you down /
I know things could be better /
But it isn't worth the frown / you can always turn 'em round /
(2)
Why don't we meet for a brew and chew the fat? /
Too scared someone sees me with you, who is that? /
The book judge and jurors out to pass a sentence /
I lack the fashion senses, probly dropping points in their estimations /
And it's clear we've got different aspirations /
But that's cool. I know I'll never be a rich man in the terms of how you define it /
But that's something that I'm fine with /
And our time here is finite /
Probly should have checked the fine print in hindsight /
Coz it's wonderful thing, or so the saying goes /
I put my faith in peace and love, you put your faith in those /
Possessions that you say you own /
If time is money then I guess I'm loaded /
They say attachment causes suffering more so I'm letting go /
I'm just grateful for the folks I've got to and get to know /
(Chorus)
Some stuff just makes you blue though /
Don't let 'em get you down /
And I know things could be better /
But it isn't worth the frown / you can always turn 'em round /
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11. |
Cassanova
04:46
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(1)
I don't think that I'm asking for much /
And just to be loved, one day would be more than enough /
On the hunt for a spark that could touch /
And ignite my cold heart into firing up /
But the embers need stoking as some air gets blown in /
The rush and it's glowing again /
Though maybe I won't win, I'll chance on the moment /
Good luck and here's hoping, my friend /
Conversations don't flow in the way that you're used to though /
Stay with it's clear perseverance is crucial so /
Soon you'll be talking right through to those /
Small hours suit it more tired than usual /
But today that isn't the case /
She said she's got an early start tomorrow /
Just for a second there I thought there was hope /
I guess there wasn't, now for the silent wall that follows /
I'll tell her that I quite enjoyed myself /
And that I hope she did too /
Ask her if she wants to do summat else /
And if I get no response then it's cool /
Coz she isn't that into you, dates like an interview /
Likes and dislikes, what's your type, all that typical /
After that nothing, next swipe for a switcheroo /
Clutch at signs that she is, clearly, she isn't dude /
I can't say it doesn't fuck with you /
All that air you catch is stressful after jumping hoops /
Every message and its sentiment I sent was truth /
And when you've tried, it's hard to let it go again and move on /
(Chorus)
Not tryna re-invent the wheel here /
Just let you know how I feel, dear /
Been there before on the reel, (yeah) /
All those fish in the sea but I can't bag one for me /
(2)
If I did summat wrong, I don't know what it was /
(I'd like to) think I'm a gentleman, (did) that come across? /
Probably, maybe, but maybe, guess not? /
Should have gone for the kiss but the timing felt off /
I wouldn't want to impose, though /
I'd rather let you take the lead here /
I don't wanna get my wires crossed /
If you're not feeling it, then that is fine with me, dear /
Keep me guessing, rather know the score, though /
Sporadic texting when you hoped for more, so /
Better chance of telegrams that were wrote in Morse code /
Glued to phones but don't reply unless they're forced to do so /
I can't say I haven't done it either /
Maybe karma's come to bite me, undeservedly but /
Silly cupid fired shots and my heart can't keep up /
I guess I'm anxious or is that just some acid reflux /
Ask my friends for advice again /
Sketchy on the details, tryna hide the pain /
I guess it's pride, clutchin' at some kind of thing /
I haven't felt for a while, now it's gone despite attempts /
I made in vain, but then again you've gotta try /
If nothing comes of it, at least you've had a chance, surprise /
Stop me glancing back at what I had or passed me by /
And if it doesn't happen now, maybe next time I'll catch a bite /
(Chorus)
Not tryna re-invent the wheel here /
Just let you know how I feel, dear /
Been there before on the reel, (yeah) /
All those fish in the sea but I can't bag one for me /
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12. |
Rookie
02:40
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(1)
What you watching him for, why you watchin her /
Everybody's incomparable walking on the Earth /
They've got something that you're longing for /
And the difference is you want it more /
But opportunity in't knocking for the have nots /
They tell you all it takes is hard work /
And that's cause /
You're born in different circumstances /
To that lot /
Where doors are opened if you've got the key to't padlock /
And know the code word for the bouncer playin' back stop /
There to keep our kind of people out o't'clan what /
Seem to be in charge of everything and I've lost /
Hope again, 'cause we weren't born to the right folks /
with the right blood in our veins /
And that's bullshit, I'm calling it out /
Graft your way out of poverty, turn it around /
So quick to condemn black market entrepreneurs /
To some the only opportunity presented, I s'pose /
(chorus)
One rule for them /
And one rule for us /
And you can try and play it their way /
But you'll never run at their pace /
It's not a game they made for us /
Can't trust a thing /
From t'news room to Kings /
Tryna figure what t'agenda is /
The politics behind the messages /
What's the chances that they think we're thick? /
(2)
Now I'm not saying that I've had it rough /
Because I haven't, look /
But I can see it in my city where they've had to cut /
Or so they say and cover bases 'til they've passed the book /
Stretched the services who do their best to handle us /
People beggin' more, holding up a card and cup /
Sat in heavy traffic islands, breathin' all the carbon up /
We're nearing winter now; here's the moral obligation /
It's dark at 4, close your curtains on the situation /
Slowly brainwash and integrate with telly shows /
Another plasticised yet highly polished episode /
And here's what you coulda won /
I'd rather have a brick wall and bang my head against it, just for fun /
And draw a piece with my brain splatter, symbolism /
How it feels to see it, too preoccupied with living /
While their asset strippin', you can watch the problems grow /
Then you wonder why I've lost my hope /
(chorus)
One rule for them /
And one rule for us /
And you can try and play it their way /
But you'll never run at their pace /
It's not a game they made for us /
Can't trust a thing /
From t'news room to Kings /
Tryna figure what t'agenda is /
The politics behind the messages /
What's the chances that they think we're thick? /
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13. |
No Comment
02:24
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On the hunt for quick money, play the dangerous game /
Got that black market sales pitch paying his wage /
One where prison, police and his rivals in competition /
Are common place on the risk assessment page he fills in, mentally /
Can't afford to write it down /
And when the raids happen, he won't hear a siren sound /
Practice business in the kinda town all the fiction writers hype about /
On the grapevine's where he finds it out /
From the stash house to where their team's hiding out /
Quite engrossed, eyeing grows, keep the bat behind the couch /
For when the doors knocking, not a wolf in sight /
Handy with the hatchet, Blaskowicz in Wolfenstien /
He's still waiting on the documentary /
Ross Kemp gets the scoop but NCA's force their entry /
Gloves and Ballied in the interview /
spying undercovers while he blends it round, stick and move /
Cookin' deals up, shiftin' the weight /
Stuff the car with that premium product that pays more than regular jobs could /
And street knowledge isn't assessed the same way schools or colleges test us /
Clock his mood coz often it's stress plus /
A lot of his friends aren't friends, they just wanna ingest bud /
No thoughts behind the transaction /
How's it going? Sound. Sound. That's a tens mush. /
Safe. Take it easy. Now he's on his way /
Coz money grows on trees and he knows just how to tend the strain /
Gettin' too greedy, dabbling with naughty stuff /
Different clientele are calling up, even though they know it's poisonous /
Paranoia hits and he can feel the heat embroiling plus /
..... Absolutely, coin corrupts /
Doesn't know which, if any, of his boys to trust /
And it's a risky mission, hoping to avoid the fuzz /
And some are turning green with envy /
Even though it seems, together, that they're eating plenty /
The power struggle here is one that's got him scheming when these /
Sharks are circling, out for hurting him; the feeding frenzy /
Where he's bitten with a double cross /
And now he owes the wrong kinda people more than running costs /
When a trip was organised across the border to the North of us /
A damn informant tipped the rozzers off /
Little did he know who was lying in wait /
It was a set up from the get go, they were spying for days /
Arrested at the rendezvous, sittin' in cuffs /
Keeps it shtum, won't be spillin' his guts, no comment /
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Blue lights flash through the rain on the glass /
One detained, the radio blasts /
Hands cuffed, rests his head on the pane while they ask all the obvious /
Remain silent, contemplating the consequence /
Caught red handed, left stranded /
So-called friends on the graft, guess that's it /
Know who your team is or isn't when the fan's hit /
Cogs turn to figure who's the bandit /
Doesn't listen when they ask him
What's in the back of the Transit, found several bags of the bad shit /
Someone pulled a stroke and they planned it, he wondered why /
Loyal to the cause, bottom rung to the ladders height /
A million and one things pass his mind /
'til he clocks a face, out the window, that he recognised /
Eyes narrow tryna work it out /
Introduced to him through an associate, he heard him vouch /
He's a friend of mine, shook hands and nodded heads /
And there began the plot unfolding as they planned the venture /
Dishonest trades attract a certain type /
And honour 'mongst thieves is the only rule that gets 'em by /
It's clear he's disrespected that /
Tricked by the undercover posing is a simple fact /
But what cooks his brain more than being gripped with gear /
Is the grass who set him up; and what he stands to gain this year /
He ponders all the factors, fuming is an understatement /
But the rage consuming isn't showing; keeps his face so vacant /
They book him in, he waves the phone call /
Looking at least 10 years and that's through no fault /
Of his own; always careful with associates /
Should have noticed it, something fishy, losing focus with /
What was going on; too much partying and being reckless /
What's he left with; a gym subscription and some nickel bracelets /
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15. |
Grand Scheme
04:00
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But in the grand scheme of things it's nothing /
It doesn't really matter, though it's hard to not react again /
Minor things can eat you up to cause eruption /
And you can feel the anger but staying calm's the path to win /
(1)
*deep breath* so what? they cut you up /
Not everyone can drive as good as you do, with your double clutch /
Is it worth the trouble? Look, feel the anger bubble but /
The key's in your reaction; simmer down, delay exploding once /
I know keeping calm is tricky when they're pushing you /
And now you're probly seeing red, the matador in front pursues /
I aren't reacting to it, count to ten, back down to one /
Need the patience of a Shaolin monk plus a thousand 'oms' /
Coz what is going on won't last forever, no /
Good times and bad times, always equal measures both /
Necessary, helping you to understand the lessons shown /
And heaven knows I'm miserable now until the weathers blown over /
And right now it's October /
Only got a couple months left to go, focus /
On what I need to get done, avoid the bits riling me /
While they wanna interfere, I'm trying to align my Chi /
But it's hard when summat comes along and turns my peace to havoc /
While I'm displaying don't disturb, it doesn't mean I'm napping /
Can't they read? Or have at least a thought for me relaxing? /
But in the grand scheme of things anger seems too taxing /
(Chorus)
But in the grand scheme of things it's nothing /
It doesn't really matter, though it's hard to not react again /
Minor things can eat you up to cause eruption /
And you can feel the anger but staying calm's the path to win /
(2)
Stress won't extend your life's essence /
So when you're quite threatened, feeling that fight or flight presence /
It's probly best to calm down but despite my efforts /
Sometimes it lingers to the point my body can't take it /
Better get the kettle on /
The first course of action in a crisis is that British one /
To sip a brew and seek solutions, that's when the thinking comes /
Beyond the peak confusion, talk it over in the sitting room /
Boom. Figure what you need to do /
It won't involve the rage your feeling, never act whilst being consumed with anger /
Always need to plan the way you go about it /
What that little break can help you realise is so astounding /
I'm not talking moving mountains /
Just initial steps you make to get yourself and t'journey started /
And I'm still working out if it's the right direction too /
Coz while it keeps me guessin', I'm tryna understand their view /
(Chorus)
But in the grand scheme of things it's nothing /
It doesn't really matter, though it's hard to not react again /
Minor things can eat you up to cause eruption /
And you can feel the anger, but staying calm's the path to win /
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16. |
No-one's Perfect
03:48
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(1)
As long as you're trying your hardest /
To make your little dreams come true /
Whether that be grand plans for a mars trip /
Or is it learning how to grow your own food /
Tomatoes picked fresh off of the vine /
Potatoes pulled straight outta the ground /
I tend to keep my goals simple on my terms /
And just being is something I've found /
Helps settle me down, when my shoulders are rounded /
Coz the worlds on top of me still /
Daydreams got my head in the clouds /
And for a brief moment I'm forgetting any troubles at mill /
Meditative with the task at hand /
If that's not Buddhism defined, well I'll be damned /
Fully focussed and not worrying, within the moment /
And being in't present's something I'm still tryna get a hold of /
And it's easier said than done, is what they told us /
They got us wanting more, happiness in't often sold but /
All these labels draw you in, the shiny pot of gold dust /
If I do X or Y, I'll be happy then I s'pose but /
You can't quantify in those terms /
To me, a good brew and a natter holds the most worth /
It's in these moments when we're sharing what is on our minds /
We half the problem and maybe work it out this time /
(chorus)
Coz no-ones perfect /
And I can see that /
So don't get bogged down /
'cause we all fall sometimes /
(2)
To get your head around the problem, it doesn't happen often /
And you can hold onto it for how long? /
Only God knows if its something you can solve or wanna have gone /
The only way that that's done /
Is to communicate, but I don't feel like talking, no /
And it hurts a little, rather that than be more involved /
They say once bitten, twice shy; keep my distance /
Not saying I'm right, I can only speak my instance /
Well, maybe I'm the issue here? /
Cause I'm getting wound up thinkin' 'bout it, yeah /
I can feel that knot in my stomach /
Keeping clear of confronting, knowing I'll be wrong if I push it /
I find it difficult to argue points /
Saying something in the heat I shouldn't have, but can't avoid /
Know I'd regret it till I'm kicking t'bucket /
So for now it's no-mans-land, where I daren't touch it /
I guess this chapter staying unresolved /
Better that than rushing t'ending, fluff it on some Game of Thrones /
They say times a healer, hoping so for those involved /
Coz no-ones perfect or so I'm told /
(chorus)
Coz no-ones perfect /
And I can see that /
So don't get bogged down /
'cause we all fall sometimes /
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JND (MC name), jas0nbeats (beat-making name) of Flame Griller, Tough Crowd, JNDANZ
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