mr.i ~ everyone else had exams. we studied literature and language, different schedule, you see. so we sit in an empty room that was less green than the other one, digging the internet for samples.
we weren't the only ones in the room."you can't make shit with Taiwanese aboriginal chanting"? sampling something that's not soul? who are you? go do your exam.
lyrics
[verse1]
O2 envious of the lung space occupied by other air
Lines to long to be considered bars so I guess I'm writing a poem here
Hit the balcony to see sociological experiments still being performed
Contemplating the negative imprinting performed upon myself since the day I was born
And looking for ways to evade these negative connotations which spring to mind
Innate judgments on sight that I disagree with consciously
Who's placed these thoughts up on me
I light my footsteps with my phone torch step lightly
Tracking tiptoed footprints the clouds wept left behind me
My spine hosts a marathon of chilled feet
Stared blankly til I saw green
Or nothing at all
Hope is the hole in the wall too small to squeeze through
I hope your day went grey when it was suppose to be blue
[verse2]
Let me out
I'm not dead yet
Tunnel to the surface
I'm not dead yet
Undergrounds no place for me
Earth please
Haven't seen the surface in a minute
Soil, dirt release me
Ahh no need
Inhale deep
I'm decomposing
Return to the earth
Skin crumbles
Bones broken
No spoken
Words or written verse
Can offer salvation
My Mind body and soul
Are all, beyond saving
[outro]
I'm whatever the opposite of heaven be
I'm breathing so heavily
Oh this evil being
Sing evil do-er melodies for me
This compilation from Echo World presents a dozen beatmakers delivering gently rhythmic songs that capture the spirit of the season. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2022