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Cave Music Studios Sessions Volume 1

by Gimson

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1.
As a white man I understand that I’ll never understand however I stand See to me racism is a word with a meaning But to my people of colour that word is a feeling And yeah yeah all lives should really matter But right now they don’t and they won’t not until the black ones do See I have a mrs, 2 kids who are all mixed heritage And through the midst of this shit I visualise this They get pulled over one day in the car by some pigs And get put through some awfully traumatic shit And in a worse case scenario Shan doesn’t come home And I’m left to raise my 2 kids all alone All because the colour of her skin tone And now I’m dancing all alone with a broken left speaker In a Christian country searching for zen Or three wise men, Preparing for when Chris DeBurgs spaceman comes travelling again Happy New Year Global warming melted Santa Claus' home away As lost children of Aleppo reach foreign shores with a hope to stay They say there's no room at the inn and these vagrants are illegal With this lack of empathy you take the human out of people I’m on planet where different humans are not treated equal Where black lives don't matter and there's only temporary peace talks But the right never hear this with our broken left speaker Monotone they take the centre where the hatred is preaching So this is Christmas What have you done The old year is over And a new one’s begun
2.
Son of Mary, son of Mary  Son of your mum no longer contrary  Still she is judged by the fingers of mortals Clutching short straws like DIY snorkels It's hard to breathe Oxygen thieves and magicians sleeves  Eyes won't listen, ears won't see Sensing senses unconscious heart beats Tears run red grasping an omen  The bastard of no one the door was open The red light was on and the punters were smoking Ash on the sofa disrespecting your home  Man of the house getting dragged through the system  What's the mission? Cryptic clues now your studying algebra  No lessons from daddy 'cause he wasn't around for ya In a kitchen freebasing Building the now with the tools of a mason  Doctored scriptures once penned by ancients Modern witch trials for the mental derangement  Fuck your enslavement  And your roads to nowhere with unmaintained pavements  Misguided by churches and egos to find  I was never your child I will always be mine Using acid for zen  Like the colours weren't pretty before dabbing them 4 AM rollys hacking shottys of pill crumbs  Self searching illegitimate children Happy Father's Day  Should discipline myself but I'd rather play All this talk of what we haven't done  Adult tantrums not seldom but random  Still we seek your praises Try to make you proud This foresight that you gave us Deprived us of now Incubated babies lay in numeric tables Organised digits of what the suits gave us Snatched from the cradle Kane without Able Surrounded by con men and wishy washy fables My father made me in his image so I tattooed my skin and defaced myself  For if I am him then I hate myself  Hand on the bible, pray for the sky fall The angelic rapists survival is vital An evil creator a terrorist neighbour  An everlasting war enshrined deep in our nature
3.
Is anybody out there  Were on a dying planet without any healthcare  No church in the wild disregards for our welfare  The concrete jungles without one house spare  Emotive thinkers think with their knuckles  Childs play mentality raised out of rubble No pot to piss in, bum fluff and stubble Too much tough love can put a price on a cuddle Inflation has doubled Whoring out hugs for the tormented and troubled Systems and funnels a perilous muddle Burning the foil, the toil, the struggle  I saw you leaving  The kiss of a needle looked more appealing  The stealing, feeling subdued from reality The age of anxiety poverty family  Day to day livers corroding our inners  Where corned beef and rice are a staple at dinner Swimming in a symbol breast stroking a facade In a bowl of pretty glass those decorative sharp shards It's yours Narcosis from the poison perspiring from pores  A glass of assurance a shot full of blame  A numbness to the pain until it wears off again Anaesthetic answers painted on the walls  In the eye of a storm lost within a cause  Skeuomorphs etched into the cold concrete Those tantalising memories that became obsolete The reminiscence of fiction  De ja vu nostalgia lies with conviction  A piss poor attempt to translate a description  Of how it feels flushing shit out of your system  When the drugs wore off I saw utopia leaving The sight of stained phlegm from a lost soul screaming Scratching the fabric of a time that's so seething  With claws of poverty stolen from Eden  Trying to automate feelings  You look lovely this evening  A compliment played down by toxic feelings  Masked by a foresight of anxious grieving  Material assets They said don't put all your eggs in one basket Instead share them out amongst unfulfilled caskets Until one day you can lie in one an unfulfilled halfwit  Or put the whole lot on red  There's no point in life if you think you are dead In these kryptonic cracks that we chiselled with debt Necks suspended by strings of an eerie quartet  Dystopia beckons Sat in a glass of granular seconds Wasting each granule with handfuls of questions Finger nails scratch at the skin with obsession  Piercing the flesh and previous scabs Devious cats and Keynesian traps  Leading us back to inebriated states  Pure bliss in our blood but no food on our plates Every single class is in need of catharsis  But these drugs aren't the tool to heal up them scars with Lethargic dancing with a pavement of harshness  Regardless of carnage hope we can't part with Budget airlines doing 2 for 1 Mars trips Start up the driverless car quick A last minute flight on a plague ridden starship In one last attempt to relieve us from hardship
4.
Half asleep in a lay by I stare at the grey sky  Window cracked a smidgeon to absorb fumes that take life  Red lights and yellow roads the lemmings move hella slow To a cliff edge of yellow snow with a poor sighted ledge below Cave dweller hellos the response is an echo  As I buy my own nonsense over an overpriced espresso  We made the globe a ghetto painted trees in a concrete meadow And later cried about it in an out of tune falsetto  Critiquing a crescendo  With like minded losers man handling a tempo  Skewiff on the benzo's to un-scrutinise the tense flow  Of inappropriate thoughts forming from intense quotes  Just a bunch of dense blokes  Resorting to violence when outwitted with complex jokes We are complex by nature But the complexity is blinded by the vibes of a hater Kitchen party fight talk who's talking the hardest  Chats of clearing out some crops one guy knows where a yard is  Forget an equal share though these guys are not Marxists  Raised on GMO's like what the fuck is a partridge  Let me pause between my sentences  So I can articulate my pretences  Sitting on this fence  'Cause they are talking without sense  And I can sense their hasty instincts  And there is nothing left to chat about  Their one upmanship like, what the fuck is that about? A toxic pissing contest a shitty game of cat and mouse  Silence is golden but it seems we all have to shout  Pantomime, miming in my pants Sign language rants  Bants falls on deaf ears  Blistering barnacles free lies and a farcical Linger poo particles from a shit talking Arsenal The cavalry is dead from a lack of oxytocin  Social bonds severed by the hands of a Trojan  That electronic love letter should've never been opened Only hand woven notions will show your true devotion 4D printers futuristic summeristic winters  Electronic intervals somewhere on screen near you this fall 

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I was invited down to Cave Music Studios to do their first ever Cave Music Studios Sessions

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released January 15, 2021

Vocals by Gimson
Bass by Uvonji W. Uzele
Drums by David JL Farrell
Engineer Emiliano Larcher

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Offering uncompromising poetry, profoundly articulate metaphors with dark, grim visions of the real world, Gimson’s music and visuals deliver a refreshing alternative to the watered down mainstream hits of our time. His unnerving social commentaries succeed in lifting the veil – laying bare the harsh and seemingly surreal realities of modern life. ... more

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