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Miserable Music - EP

by Gimson

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1.
Now which one of you believes that you can really get it Passion in your stride like a psychopathic zealot Visions of a new world like I’m munching psychedelics Numb to your bullshit repellent anaesthetic For cash I got a fetish in my head it is embedded I demand a jet ski watch me fuck it straight through Venice Tear through every crevice so I can spread this message That money makes a man not know where his fucking head is Now which one of you believes that money is the answer Your auntie’s struck cancer looking for an answer Insurance won’t finance her, her cover was bog standard With top level care they would’ve dealt with her faster Money shouldn’t have been the issue If the technology is there then they should go and fix you But no your not a rich dude so it’s likely you’ll get sick too And just like your auntie when you’re down they’re gonna kick you Now which one of you feels to bow to a mortal A high ranking member of this world we think is normal Where formals fake and forceful it’s cringey and it’s awful Fuck a monarchy and this outdated borstal 84 law school utopian statesman Social housing members bigoted a waste man Judged by another for the state of your fake tan The label on your clothing like it’s part of your game plan Now which of you thinks that you can make a difference Keyboard warriors expressing their opinions Trolled by their minions in a network of religions Like google is our god we paste on Twitter his decisions Cyber warfare now the game is changing Intelligence is artificial empathy is a strange thing Get stocks from your company just for exchanging Irresponsible gambling gave society a staining credits
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ADHD's an easy get out feed that fucker full of ritalin Get the body that you dreamed of and buy these useless supplements and vitamins Statistics show... statistics show... Statistics show we are simplistic folk Sensitive weak we cling to hope We work all week but still we're broke You wake up most mornings to an alarm and do a job that you cant stand But you just get on with it cuz all through your life that's the way you've been programmed Why the fuck you think there's so many people who are now cultivating weed See in 8 to 12 weeks they can have that bagged up and out on the streets I digress the point I'm trying to make is why the fuck do we accept oppression If you have mask who you are do you know that it will eventually lead to depression They grant us freedom of speech and then accuse us of preaching hatred As they ride corporate waves in yachts which they paid for with their slave ships Too political too trivial they try look down on you like you're miniscule Remain shameless no ridicule optimistic yet cynical Rage against the machine fuck you I won't do what you tell me That attitude there is labeled problem child so the doctors would suggest ritalin could help me
3.
Verse 1: They said live for the moment but that was stolen by my iPhone And now I got the watch, a go pro and I can fly drones My mother nags at me that I'll never be happy As I criticise these failures and brand things as tacky My grandmother told me that I'd gone and lost my sparkle Like a miserable old cunt who spends his days on a bar stool Think of the environment you should use a car pool Like the mass produced meat you eat isn't just as harmful God complex everyone else is decrepit deviants With these flying fucking books because I'm lacking in obedience Guys who wear suits and ties they tend to be sleazy cunts Never trust the clean shaven be wise with your allegiances ...Lazy cunts are not dunces Well... I guess some are just dumb thick I can spot the fake in your crap lousy shit face Deluded fantasies of earning riches from a mixtape Hook: With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell Verse 2: I was supposed to finish my album but I bought fallout 4 And now I spend my days in Boston shooting mutants in a war I turn it off but still see these feral ghouls Scatty fucking skanks and deluded little fools Road, gym, club, fallacies With a library of songs in which the lyrics need casualty The type to be in Tate modern critiquing artist brush strokes Or cussing a barbers shape ups whilst he's yielding on a cut throat You shouldn't have been born human you should've been a tree So you can get pissed on by creatures the same ones you help breathe TV has tapped my head again these pixels are a drug I write depressing shit I don't write music for the clubs ...And I don't make music for the kids If I did they'd be sociopathic emo little pricks I do this for no reason what so fucking ever A creative process is just a process don't think its something clever Hook: With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell Verse 3: They'll criticise you anyway, may as well do what you feel like So pick your poison stick your finger up and show them what is real life Ang tight all the judgers The happy talking huggers who discuss the lives of others Hanging out in forums faceless little Normans Feel they're so important as they're frazzling endorphins Revenge porn, captives getting heads sawn Kiddies are at war like they're stars of red dawn Fortunes from a bed investing in the markets No ethics in addiction arms factories shares in dark shit Trimming leaves from hedge funds tax havens for these ventures An egotistical pissing contest of which one of you gets hencher The chaser is the mixer In the silence there's a whisper the calm before the twister Relying on a fixer to get me an elixir Then vanish from this town like a vagrant or a drifter
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Verse 1: Only love my girlfriend when I'm on a fucking come down But when I'm on these uppers I give these other girls the run around Mother keeps on calling, I've been screening her weeks Hanging out in kitchens but forgetting to eat She calls me a crack head, I try argue cokes different But the fact is you smoke one, the other ones for sniffing I've never been a crack head, I wish my cousin would fix up But every time he says he's clean he's picking another fix up And white ain't what his problem is, it's not the rocky road Na he swims in the deep where the brown river flows Days on a binge no wash or clean clothes I'm off to the bathroom to powder my nose I come back out and chat the ears off dumbo Convinced I'm in love with this air headed dumb hoe We share some smarties, we share our desires No looking down now we just wanna go higher Hook: See I've always been a drifter Cuz I don't know which way to go See I've always been a loner Spend my days on my own Verse 2: Me and my girl split up, it's a recipe for disaster Cus now when I leave there is no going home faster It's on to the next rave, on to the next high And all I am to her is some cunt who was her ex guy She's linking some next guy and I can't lie it does hurt But a cocktail of drugs, sex with sluts and the pains dispersed But the come downs are worse They always did say that these drugs don't work Sobriety is hard, my anxiety is terrible I pop a few diazepams so outside is bearable I'm on a slippery slope this lifestyle made me a monster Surrounded with bad company, no friends and imposters I push everyone away, I once had a connection Miserable, depressed, no signs of affection Now I'm angry at the world So I eat MDMA to feel love once more Hook: Verse 3: They say you can't buy love, I just bought mine in a blim bag Euphoric state - if I share the bag am I an empath? So we can say we love each other, next day were fucking strangers Though wandering with strangers is extremely dangerous I was told drugs are bad, drinking and smoking Permanent damage to the count of my serotonin Early grave, never shaved, No friends, no legacy, no trace I existed Mind alternating substances had my brain twisted Some guy who was gifted, turned his back and he missed it Lost love for himself the drugs made him restricted The man you once knew got lost now he's empty The death of a loner stays in nobodies memory I said the death of a loner stays in nobodies memory
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The Brothel 03:41
VERSE 1: They say I'm paying for my favours to these sexual little slavers I'm not an indecent human being, my life is not outrageous I turned my back on you and the shit I felt he had to prove Them social little circles where they disapprove and laugh at you A nomad in the city I'm so lonely yet I'm set free I don't expect for you to get me That's why they try upset me Cuz I'm not in that clique and their lies will never tempt me I work alone and I can stay alone for days Socially estranged from the people that are plain And they say that I'm plain weird and I'm deranged Cuz I won’t revolve my life around some sporting kind of game As they debate over football and other entertainment I stare up the night sky in awe it's just amazing I feel alone in a universe so busy I don't connect with these humans cuz these humans are all shitty HOOK: Cuz I feel safe at the brothel Sipping on bottle with the touch of a model The oldest known profession Her body is her weapon The body of a whore is my only known affection VERSE 2: I grew up in a village where the kids would call me freak Nerd loser outcaste geek So I left for the city to blend into thick of it Cause I can't stand the slander of the locals I am sick of it They called me a sociopath Cuz I won't mingle with them dopey twats Have you seen them they're ghostless rats Like what are they gloating at? They cling to money they cling to religion Either way it isn't any different Both are addictions theyre minds are in a prison They're still clinging to believe something else will make them fit in They seek acceptance from others they don't love themselves Addicted to things desire to be something else And I can judge all I like but I pay to feel loved Cuz no matter how distant I still long to be touched HOOK: Cuz I feel safe at the brothel Sipping on bottle with the touch of a model The oldest known profession Her body is her weapon The body of a whore is my only known affection
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Don't let these looks deceive you I get anxious in public I don't like random people Vacant stare at the passers resemblers of lemmings Opinionated assholes whose opinions aren't selling Want me to dumb myself down and rap about money Sipping E&J and how my whole team is gully Perceptions that music must be boxed into a genre People with their phones out all filming at a concert Tweeting how it's great but they ain't liking one second Celebrity culture like a bunch of fucking Beckhams Cameras accessible at any given moment Heads in smart phones attentions been stolen Scroll through news feeds no art of conversation Narcissistic views of fake news and entertainment These fucking snap chatters wanna film you on the sly Upload a bunch of bull shit don't be that fucking guy You dress like you’re selfish These lead cheerers don’t well wish I quench my thirst with mad theories Punctuated sarcasm is not interpreted clearlyyyyyyy man fuck you and your money Your opinions don’t mean shit to me Your perception of me is not what it’s meant to be So fuck you I’ll pitch my voice down for the fuck of it And put some Drake shit in front of it Maybe now they’ll pay attention Who am I fucking kidding I don’t need your approval Your views are not useful Fuck the rest of this hook Fill it with a sample Videos and photos of an era so vain A money hungry culture obsessed with cocaine A society that is stained as they go against the grain But if they're all against the grain then they're all the fucking same So edgy Crazy diet fads a bunch of part time veggies Viral challenges like fuck a nomination Short attention spans they're minds are concaving Kim K's ass we landing probes out on comets Have you seen the South Park episode all about the Hobbit Blame culture the globes got its finger out Outcast of society like fuck em now fling em out Witness hatred to religion can't sleep so faithless Bigots with their brushes out declaring they ain't racist Eve on her mac designing clothes for the naked Photoshop the present create the past backdate it You dress like you’re selfish These lead cheerers don’t well wish I quench my thirst with mad theories Punctuated sarcasm is not interpreted clearlyyyyyyy man fuck you and your money Your opinions don’t mean shit to me Your perception of me is not what it’s meant to be So fuck you I’ll pitch my voice down for the fuck of it And put some Drake shit in front of it Maybe now they’ll pay attention Who am I fucking kidding You dress like you’re selfish These lead cheerers don’t well wish I quench my thirst with mad theories Punctuated sarcasm is not interpreted clearlyyyyyyy man fuck you and your money Your opinions don’t mean shit to me Your perception of me is not what it’s meant to be So fuck you

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I am offering you some thought provoking ramblings with my grainy British West Country rap vocals over a 6 track EP that I decided to call Miserable Music. Anger, depression, social awkwardness, narcotics abuse and me generally moaning in the only way I know how is all crammed into this miserable yet beautifully crafted noise.

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released May 20, 2016

Artist: Gimson
Producers: Ded Tebiase, Airfee, Gimson and Twisted RootZ
Mixing engineer: Gimson
Mastering engineer: Pete Maher
Title: Miserable Music
Label: Crudely Cut Records
Cat #: GIM0006
Format: EP

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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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