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Time thickens and drips so nauseatingly slowly
that I'm afraid to stand up
and feel it's weight crumple my spine
and force my nose to the earth.
So I loaf anxiously in the intrusive sun,
unmoving and unsure of myself.
The air tastes bitter and accusatory,
and the people that crawl by stare at me expectantly.
But when they open their mouths,
all I can hear is clicking and buzzing.
Squirming insects between their teeth.
My head feels heavy
and it vibrates when the insects scream.
I am afraid to move or yell out.
What if I fail?
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Turnt (feat. Clem Lo)
05:58
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odd jord:
Am I bumboarding down Oakleigh, or am I lying on a mattress caked in the sweat of my last stoner subletter at the crossroads of Queensberry and Jersey?
As the morning gets late, the blaring horns begin to build up.
No one swerves around me. no one even gets out of their cars or rolls down their windows to shout.
All I can think about is the horns, shrieking, honking, tearing apart my ears minute-by-minute.
I'm wrapped in a lusciously warm blanket, by I can't enjoy the comfort for a second.
All it does is prevent me from getting up, knocking on the windows, and figuring out if there are even people in those cars.
Are they as stuck as I am?
I take another hit, and return to that glorious day.
Clem Lo:
Some days I feel invisible.
Critical, labeled as an animal.
Let me down, let me down,
Let me down, let me down.
Let me down by the usual dramatical context, complex is my text
But always casual cause lyrical, it ain't no context, I flex, but always leave you with a taste.
Some days I feel invincible and whimsical.
When days are cold, I stay inside theatrical, play my role and let them go, I'm on a roll, when I flow.
It ain't about clout, it's about the mental, elevation to the clouds flying in the vessel.
I'ma take over the world, that's my only mission.
I warned you this: spiritual shit, miracle bliss, I'ma bless you with my endless hits. Lyrical taste, swingin with grace, I embrace my faith and make a melody, a load a, broda, bro, hold up.
In my fantasies, got melodies, melodies around me, make my head spin. I let my guard down, that's the usual shit.
Some days though...
Some days I feel invisible
Some days I feel invincible
Critical, labeled as an animal
Some days I feel invisible
Some days I feel invincible
Some days, some days, some days, SOME DAYS
SOME DAYS I FEEL INVISIBLE
SOME DAYS I FEEL INVINCIBLE
CRITICAL, LABELED AS AN ANIMAL
SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS
odd jord:
Get fucked up,
Everything else is too hard.
Fly high / Dig down
To the centre / Into the sky
Of the Earth / And beyond
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Many debaucherous evenings planted little seedlings of ill feelings and poor health, just when am I gonna take care of myself?
Many debaucherous evenings planted little seedlings of ill feelings and poor health, just when am I gonna take care of myself?
Making some haste to wretched taste, a familiar burden but commonplace
Cheap-ass beers, glance past tears, see if I eviscerate the years
The wretched taste of low faith and a sweet girl's heart to break and a street-hurl mess to make and I couldn't care less to take
A stab in the dark at another cheap thrill, add it all up and we'll make it a meal
Wrangle up some boys, now you know when to feel, get too close, that's incentive to kill
Many debaucherous evenings planted little seedlings of ill feelings and poor health, just when am I gonna take care of myself?
GET OUTTA MY HEAD, GET OUTTA MY HEAD, HAVEN'T I BLED ENOUGH? HAVEN'T I SAID ENOUGH? CHRIST, I'VE HEARD ENOUGH
EVERYONE'S A THREAT, EVERYONE I'VE MET, NOTHING LEFT TO GET
NOBODY KILL ME YET NOBODY KILL ME YET NOBODY KILL ME YET, PRAY FOR DEATH PRAY FOR DEATH PRAY FOR DEATH
No release for the truly malevolent, just the beast at the peak of his element
Many debaucherous evenings planted little seedlings of ill feelings and poor health, just when am I gonna take care of myself?
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Huh?
05:26
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HUH?
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odd jord Brooklyn, New York
Composer, producer, multi-instrumentalist from Tasmania, Australia, currently based in Brooklyn, NY. Founding member of Why Another and Garrobo Marsupial. I live to dip my toes in every musical stream and alter its waters.
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