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Wake Me When It's Over

by Gimson

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1.
LYRICS: Cold hearts Look Cold hearts we stand apart and recap Perhaps we’ll make it through the season with some meaningful acts Like the promise when you promised that you wouldn’t relapse And with that stacked against you Perhaps Traversing down the icy paths Singing I’ll be home for Christmas whilst they shrug it off and laugh Over the years we froze less tears each winter The actions make the man what acts did you deliver? We will not flourish without dinner Malnourished looking thinner The survivor and the sinner But those amends can never be repaid externally The juries out they heard the beef The words we speak internally Deliver damage to the 3rd degree without the urgency Years compounded cuts until they really started hurting me Now we’re broken with some certainty Asking if loves alive like Cold hearts it’s so dark Just look around you Cold hearts it’s so dark Don’t you remember Loved ones something Someone Cold hearts it’s so dark I just want to feel Cold hearts it’s so dark I just want to feel some love We put aside our differences when stripped of any privileges In the midst of this chaos it’s not something we envisioned On our roadmap to normality, more like a roadmap to insanity Trying to repeat what wasn’t working for majority of humanity Self entitled type behaviour You better learn to love your neighbour he could one-day be your saviour ‘Cause when it’s cold outside you won’t be fearful of a favour Be gracious The rising of the tides Remember you will never be served by their political divides The colour of your skin, your religion or your pride day There is no way we’ll survive this season without love It’s a must The cure for all our gluttony Is a season of scarcity shared between us lovingly But if there’s only one wish I could ever wish for you It would be for you to know deep down who you really are Cold hearts it’s so dark Just look around you Cold hearts it’s so dark Don’t you remember Loved ones something Someone Cold hearts it’s so dark I just want to feel Cold hearts it’s so dark I just want to feel your love We share the sun We roam the earth We fear the cold
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LYRICS: Listen, one day these facts may save your life They look like they're trying to get people to be uniform Then you can control them You're a citizen of nowhere If you love the world Never pledge allegiance to any one country They're all corrupt But if you believe you're a citizen of the world You're a citizen of nowhere You're a citizen of nowhere You're a citizen of nowhere The rise of the hard right, greed has signed a death wish A lopsided monologue, we've forgotten what left is Trapped in this never ending clockwise rotation We smeared blood on times hands through political arrangements Shepherds distract herds with new forms of entertainment And sell off their wool in a bidding war with Satan Now it's freeze or evolve whilst they feast on your soul Like the tweet of a troll echo defeat has its toll Selling pounds of disbelief through the sounds of gritted teeth The procrastination of a coward if he was only loud enough to speak Propaganda in a preacher, it's littered in the streets Each concrete pair of eyes take the freedom from your feet Closed borders, closed minds, life in metaphoric tunnels Theres real homeless in tunnels from these economic funnels Have a break have a Kit Kat there's no tax when you're this fat Marking up a map with the scent of your piss flaps A musician who can't dance I'm not a musician I just rant I don't rant I just mutter If society had a gutter Strangled in pink noise a plain Jane in the spectrum A musician who can't dance I'm not a musician I just rant I don't rant I just mutter If society had a gutter Strangled in pink noise a plain Jane in the spectrum They look like they're trying to get people to be uniform You're a citizen of nowhere I watched the fall of the false idols on earths scorching surface temperatures Content with the thought one day no one will remember ya I'll be gone until November In a city where times fabric has become so tender I pitter patter through the concrete in common branded sneakers Sucking in the imagery of logo ridden t shirts No etiquette of who should speak first Dog eat dog world, the more we change something seems worse Shysters in a transit using back slang as their transcript Spores in the air as if smoking isn't banned yet Burning rocks and gingivitis patients Back handed arrangements, aristocrats and masons Inhaling powdered forms of rocks those patients were blazing It's frustrating Seeking guidance from brave faces but are saddened when their mask fits 'Cause one day a mask slips A musician who can't dance I'm not a musician I just rant I don't rant I just mutter If society had a gutter Strangled in pink noise a plain Jane in the spectrum A musician who can't dance I'm not a musician I just rant I don't rant I just mutter If society had a gutter Strangled in pink noise a plain Jane in the spectrum Reputations and urban myths got exaggerated over time Discussing your former prime over sprits and wines Name dropping has beens marvel over rich men who have things Idolising false gods, misery is what that brings Welcome to the skyline, psychopaths excel here Colognes worn by narcissists that attract luck and repel fear Dwell in this foul air polluted with corruption A plain Jane in the spectrum
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LYRICS: Show me your eyes So I can see what you see I don’t wanna fall apart I don’t wanna fall apart I can feel your heart beat It bleeds while you breathe I’m trying to stay strong I’m trying to hold on It ain’t enough for me You are slightly different already from the person who started listening to this song Can you hear me? Am I wrong? I slip some pride into my pocket with a locket of my offspring And take them with me to change the world with no idea of what I am offering Harbouring the truths was a lot harder than they seemed at the dock of the bay Scribbling in a journal full of dreams no longer locked away But who’s dreams are they? Whose questions am I asking? Unmasking the illusions and intrusions that had crashed in All drive and no relaxing I forgot to factor in important things And what’s important seems to forge these things Striving for unattainable goals, goals such as permanence It’s all flux in a rut constructing dreams out of turbulence Who are you? I’m serious I mean really who are you? See the answers in the why Are you romancing with a lie It's not long until we die It's not long until we die All alone in the darkness But I know where my heart is Where my heart is Ugly cries, pretty lies But you’ll never find the truth there So I must walk alone I’ll walk alone The roads less travelled Become my own What do you see where your head should be? You see the world right? Well what if I was to say that's yours for the taking with less procrastinating You see you are your surroundings you must be careful what you take in Like what will you immerse in? Tell me what is your vision? What is your version? What is your why? What are you purging? Where are your wounds? Why are you hurting? You must feel it to heal it Not suppress it and keep it By only treating your symptoms you will always be sick You must grab that disease I mean like really get hold of it Like the roots and the shoots I mean like the whole, whole of it First love your shadow and you’ll reveal that your soul is rich And pitch yourself to the world for a role that you moulded with Your own self belief but step one is to greave Now breathe Because death comes to us all I don’t wanna fall apart I don’t wanna fall apart I don’t wanna fall apart I don’t wanna fall apart I don’t wanna fall apart I don’t wanna fall apart
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LYRICS: Look Dumbfounded we stay grounded through connection Introspection past patterns and cultural archetypes Who art the type to write their wrongs when power is receded We needed empathy so borrowed shoes so we can feel it Power poisons people and people poison planets And when progress plateaus we owe a debt we cannot manage A damaged pound of flesh from the breasts of Eves daughters The collective suicide provided a sacrificial slaughter For the one percent And their protected demented authors Who rewrote history for a new world order That the Common man once fought for and lost Then most of us forgot Villains and fashionable victims a story that got washed And repainted in the name of conformity Normally we frame it and hang it as the main bit In the centre of the wall for all eyes to see Married to the cause it became obligatory Mandated propaganda a child’s nativity On TV 24/7 programs program you To be benevolent and obey it is not okay to ask questions On token gestures they’re suggesting to stop our transgressions And clawing back control of our own lives Dumbfounded we stay dumb and grounded through a lack of connection And no introspection entertained and ignorantly blissful Everything is over I don’t wanna know Wake me when it’s over I just wanna go To a place in my mind to define The direction that I need to find Pay no mind To their lies Addicted to living lives that are busy and conflicted Restricted unconsciously reactive bitch fits I live with a delusion in a society that gets rich with A cascade of Ponzi schemes California dreaming But who am I in a state of being without doing I radicalised my ego the more they pushed me into pursuing What my truest self just didn’t want to do And hey presto Welcome to the shit show we are now in Consisting of cultural norms and mass psychosis’s And at times I’m conscious and I notice it But my egoic shell isn’t fully broken yet So I reach the same door and each and every time I open it Deluded by illusions and blinded by the lights Conditioned by the mirrors that tell me what to like And what to be like by doing exactly what I’m told to do But who am I in a state of being without doing Am I seen, do I matter, am I worthy Sounding just like them no wonder no one ever heard me They’ll never see my worth if I remain to be controlled By the old paradigms and a crooked cultures hold on me Do I dare to be bold and see the world what it really is Or sleepwalk for eternity Best is the enemy of good The proof is in the pudding or have I misunderstood Let’s face it I’m probably wrong but yet we all are Everything is over I don’t wanna know Wake me when it’s over I just wanna go To a place in my mind to define The direction that I need to find Pay no mind To their lies Oh I’ve been here before This place I can’t ignore Empires burning while they reign on down Too much for us to take It’s time for us to break These lies that hold us down Has the past made me bitter or better I penned in a letter to my future self Whilst on a path of conscious awakening Whilst remaining dependent On the same system that exploits me In a manipulative relationship What do I make of it? I took a solipsistic take on it Which is great If you’re the empath in the relationship The trouble is I’m the narcissist this time
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LYRICS: Look One two one two Look Mr Phillips told me to write a stream of thoughts What’s a thought crime? He committed adultery in his adult mind Whilst on a no FAP challenge Trying to rebalance chakras Getting lured in by bots on the Internet Her name was Sarah and he was her only fan On only fans he paid for porn with his mental well-being Watched by the all seeing eye of the God we call Google In frugal attempts to cement some meaningful connections Amidst the trolls and erections, segregated sections Weaponised protections For the good of big tech and the little brother governments Division is only cumbersome for those they have divided Lockdowns provided you with live streams and FaceTimes We erased time within IT departments And compartmentalised the cattle Throw your rattle out of the pram to become a late abortion A euthanised assortment of ideas that don’t adhere to narratives Culture wars kill, cancelled by platforms for keeping shit real Distilling water to remove impurities and plastics In an ocean of bags once used for processed foods and cleaning products Talking codswallop the extinction of scallops Phishing scams wallets and the swinging around of bollocks Honest to God they are more righteous than you are It’s just been one big Hoo hah blown out of proportion said the extortionist They elected their next leader after hearing what their views on abortions is But the importance is they couldn’t give a fuck as long as you are poor and sick And remain to be for the foreseeable future Anti-human pro computer and lucrative methodologies Body shame the oddities until everyone feels ugly Your esteem has now been battered And if it hasn’t been yet don’t be so flattered Because all of our shits stink and right now we are knee deep In everybody’s faeces like a Victorian sewage system Cruising down Shits Creek on a yacht With lots of posted pictures of fancy dinners Shark fin soups, designer suits and fragile egos They picked women and children first when they sacrificed their people And fed on the flesh of Eve and ate their evil words once delivered with intent Hellbent on crushing you with hands of stone that once gouged Medusa’s eyes out In a UFC style tournament, Greek god looking ornaments Muscle and fitness magazines switch to online only articles And the farcical remained when they wouldn’t tell you exactly what cocktail of steroids to inject Instead you can expect to get yourself in debt By purchasing protein supplements on credit Just 10% of your mental well-being as a down payment Quick fixes and attainment Until your abs look summery and your subscription renews Debts accrued on a pathway to a superficial body You crafted with your bare hands on a trackpad using photo shop Photo opportunities are absolutely everywhere Like photos of your dinner and gaslighting memes You seen the unseen and bleached your eyes clean Subsequently went blind and now you no longer dream Of the American dream you just long for the in between bits The bits that really mean shit The bits that really mean shit
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Mad World 32 03:08
LYRICS: One two Look Look This place was dark and eerie I found a quiet spot to try and silence all these theories In the distance there were structures that were rusty and rickety Just enough distance that I couldn’t see them vividly Utopian chasers and shortsighted cynicism A society of inmates who physically ain’t been in prison It’s like we’re living in a fallout I feel like John Dee when Kelly gets the crystal ball out Delving in these dark arts like a thief in the car park With a rewy and some gloves but no clue how a car starts The tarmac tells a story like all wears and tears do Broken people and there’s no money to repair you So broken roads we adhere to Shouting power to the people but the people they can’t hear you Is this social dilemma a suicidal letter Or is this the horizon for a new world that’s better? And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people go in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world I found love in your hatred I found a plug in the matrix Downloaded thoughts is life really what we make it? Big Pharma, big data, big spinning slave spaceships Who’s authoring these thoughts? Is there a leader of this hive mind on this planet that we bought With constructed currencies and human farming methods Secretive agendas they drip feed all they tell us Whose narrative is this? What role were you casted? Better luck next life it wasn’t fun whilst it lasted Shafted with the role of a villain playing victim Scars run deep to the depths of our thick skin In this mad, mad world I say that I won’t miss you But I absolutely do and see that is the issue And I find it kind of funny and I can’t find it kind of sad That on my deathbed regrets were all I had And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people go in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world
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Pardon Me 03:42
Parents stare their kids in the eyes and swear that they promise shit If not your own blood who the fuck are you honest with? I fucking hate liars You will get exposed the truth must transpire Mum said she was clean she wasn't taking them things But once your a fiend then your always a fiend That's the views of her daughter Who struggles with trust in the life a pauper Foster homes is all that she knows Not one promise received that hasn't been broke I fucking hate fibbers Big talk big plans but it's never delivered Anyone who has to constantly that they're real Is probably fake, deluded and ill Lie so much they believe it themselves The boy who cried wolf and he's screaming for help Have you noticed the loudest tend to be weak Fabricate stories so proud when they speak The most opinionated seem to know fuck all Body language is stressed from the lies that they juggle St-st-st-stutter their words start to muffle Get so aggressive their nest has been ruffled Who you trying to kid me or you? With this fronted false image you're trying to prove I fucking hate liars I guess god loves a tryer They're selling cheap lies Will you be a buyer So they sold you a lie what's worse is you bought it Fuck, don't feel foolish I see through your bullshit Stay true to myself and not I'm not what I'm schooled with

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released September 29, 2023

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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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