1. |
a brand new day
03:44
|
|||
2. |
||||
3. |
don't hold your breath
03:03
|
|||
4. |
||||
5. |
||||
6. |
||||
7. |
||||
8. |
||||
|
Thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air.
Must I care for nothing more than myself?
Do I dare admit the fraught thoughts cavorting, resorting in inner-directed mourning, for the part of me that was selfless but left without a warning.
Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest, this obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head.
Oh shit, I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend, revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend, anything bigger than myself, but in the end I still pretend.
Condescending anyone polite enough to choose to misspend their time watching me as I achieve, my secret social mission;
To drain people with my boring stories and opinions.
To see the bigger picture; takes intelligence and wisdom,
But I won’t see nothing but just myself in my vision.
I go outside, a blitz of faces unwilling to confess to any empathy, endlessly, incessantly declining any pleasantries.
Heavily breathing, socially teething, I’m open like a vivisection,
Intense tendency to dwell, seething over missed connections.
Infected by my perceptions that I’m a non-entity,
Project my insecurity until intensity is weaponry.
Grieving a heavenly fiction I perceived while I was dreaming. Awake!
Freezing, wheezing, fundamentally I’m still believing that
This is an elegy for concepts I conceived in deep sleep,
And I helplessly watch them fade while I awake--I try and keep them alive.
Incomparable with life but eventually they die,
And the brain I used to cultivate reveals my lovers were a lie.
When inside my mind I find a way to replicate reality.
Through lucid dreaming, I decimate the limitations of actuality.
Capacity practically eternal, mortality external.
No God, but I investigate the blasphemous worship of the nocturnal
Internally existing without morality creates profanities without the travesty, and compared to the apathy of realness, I reveal my own insanity.
The majesty of fantasy protects me from tragedy.
Normalities effect traject agony of rationality, which thankfully penetrates with no avail to my unreality,
An elaborately designed, privately owned spiral galaxy.
Financially I’m failing, naturally decaying.
Soon I’ll have no place safe to sleep If these bills still need paying.
Displaying cravings with open eyes for something mind-expanding
For when I drift away I see the totality of understanding.
|
||||
9. |
a pointless song
04:11
|
|||
10. |
||||
|
if i were a wizard i’d want you to be
my incredibly powerful wizard lady.
we could go around town getting all the baddies,
go back to my place and smoke a fatty,
because how much fun do you think it’d be
being high wizards just you and me?
makin fireballs inventing new spells,
accidentally make a swamp monster that smells,
and if i were a warrior i’d want you to be
my incredibly beautiful warrior lady.
we could save all the towns folk from evil dragons,
and ride around town in our real cool wagons,
because how much fun do you think it’d be
being tough warriors just you and me?
beating big monsters day to day,
always having enough free time to play.
if i were just a boy i’d want you to be
my incredibly nerdy cute little lady.
we could sit in my room and play ff7,
hanging out with you would just be heaven,
because how much fun do you think it’d be
staring up at my ceiling just you and me?
we could make blanket forts play hide and seek.
can i kiss your lips or maybe just your cheek.
|
||||
11. |
||||
12. |
||||
13. |
||||
|
"Would it be alright if I maybe taunted you to sleep,
or ridiculed you for the way your life turned out?
Attack your insecurities so deep,
Remember a time you didn't hate your life or pout?
You'll whine, complain life's lame,
moan, cry, and sulk. You kids are all the same.
I'll sit perched upon your shoulder,
that fairy fuck opposite me is not coming.
I know you think your problems weigh more than I will ever give you credit for,
But as your conscience I still say that you're a nothing, worthless brat.
Would it be okay if I just solidified your self-hatred
and your doubts of the devine?
You know deep down that search for meaning in this life is asinine. You're just what father said,
you've got no hopes no reason you can find
to hold credence to hopes that you endlessly try to justify.
I know you think your problems weight more than I will ever give you credit for, but as your conscience I still say that you'e a nothing, worthless--"
I hate how I will try to instigate debate with my own voice.
I'll try to convince, although quite late,
that my fate is shapeable and malleable,
manipulated only by the rational.
A concept oft unfathomable,
yet forever makes attempts at the intangible.
Amid a myriad of deprecation speech,
propagated by a household nurturing defeat.
I'll never stop 'til I can navigate this fleet and I'm the only one controlling thoughts along this street of mine.
|
||||
14. |
||||
15. |
||||
still real Georgia
just a miserable kid
If you like still real, you may also like:
The Edge of the Land
by Katie Spencer
Spencer's indie folk sophomore album was recorded live in the studio over the course of two days.
go to album
Isasa makes contemplative and emotionally rich fingerstyle guitar in the mode of John Fahey and Jack Rose.
go to album
Sorry I'm So Sensitive
by Bea Stewart
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed.
go to album
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times.
go to album
Veneer (20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)
by José González
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 29, 2023
go to album
Once Upon A Time In Montréal
by Murray A. Lightburn
The folk artist explores grief through these smooth and soulful tracks.
go to album
Our Blood Is Red
by Luke James Williams
Emotive acoustic balladry from this UK musician with heart on sleeve and hushed arrangements.
go to album
