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A Lazy Way To Happiness
02:34
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Whilst those fuckers were getting sniffed up and gambling in Vegas I dabbed 5 tabs and got lost in the lights
I'm a tourist in this realm and this here is to the postcard I'll never write
Here's to the pictures I've never taken because I was having too much fun in the moment to think about it
Frozen moments got frozen over time
As I try to memorise the taste of a divine fine wine
But my memory can not recall tastes,
It craves a chase of a sense that these taste buds can make
Satisfying addictions I am not yet addicted to
I seek pleasure and don't stop to see the pain it inflicts on you
They say drugs are a lazy way to happiness
Having children made me realise nothing can recreate the emotions that family does
No emoji, no hashtag, no digital flashback
No future, no promise, just this and we can have that
Just one single moment it's priceless not golden
I'm offended by all criticism even if it's constructive
Recreating art due to nit picking until you've lost your way and fucked it
I don't take these compliments well either, I feel I'm being patronised
So I make songs and don't release them in fear that they'll be chastised
And ruined by opinions, praises and bastard lies
My only promise received within this human form is that one day I will have to die
A smack head mum OD'ing with her baby on her titty
Not even the love of her child can save her from that nitty trap
The power of addiction, temptation and mental tax
Emotions aren't logic and hurt can't pretend its happy
A plethora of scattiness on a pursuit of chasing happiness
In the image of others trying to captivate a facade
Bravado, too far though, simplicity's hard
Imagine if I wrote music to be a rich superstar
And then I woke up...
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The Shrinks Wet Dream
03:12
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It's just social commentary mate. That's all it is. Social commentary. It doesn't need to make sense if it doesn't make sense. How can you make sense out of something so senseless anyway. Look, fuck it.
Modern day poetry, emotions in lyrics
A painter with a voice fuck if they hear it
Don't need to be loved but will be respected
Defy socialites and political correctness
I flirt with the liars
Wouldn't piss on you if you was on fire
Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn bitch
Arsoned the things I felt so concerned with
With a pat on the back like yeah well you earned it
What did you learn kid what did you learn kid
Icke vs Wogan Taker v Hogan
I didn't mean to kill Goliath just slightly provoke him
I know we all have some issues
Tear down the trees for some boxes of tissues
Asked for a scratch but those fuckers just itched you
They closed up the wound but neglected to stitch you
2.4 children the families dysfunctional
Sit round a table and lie it's uncomfortable
About their great days smiles on their face
With heads full of anger and hearts full of hate
How was your day it was fucking shit
I hate my job how about you kids
School was shit I'm falling behind
But you're so ignorant you can't see the signs
That distant love
Moan to your pals when you're pissed in a pub
Moan and moan like you never had choices
If you had an opinion why didn't you voice it?
Why give a voice to the voiceless.
Feeding parasites is completely pointless
Empathy you say
You need to let them cunts go they'll learn some day
Analyse... the shrink had a wet dream
Patterns of people digging holes with some Ket fiends
ID crisis Bruce Wayne and Bruce Jenner
Icing a fruit cake with some melted Fruitella
So tasteless obscene
Woke up to sale smack as he chases his dream
Whilst they chase a dragon in the garden with Adam
Since Eve put on clothes she's become a burlesque Madame
Raving in Eden green apples she's feeding
To these euphoric ravers who ain't into sleeping
All pupils no iris flickering eyelids
The gateway to more till they get where the pipe is
Them 5am convos where you question what life is
I question my sanity in rhymes and I type it
That guy in the suit boshing back them milk thistles
If he fails that piss test then it's instant dismissal
I don’t fucking get these humans. I feel disconnected from the human race as I watch them carry out their rituals, funerals, weddings, certain days of the year such as Christmas. I mean, they’re lives revolve around such unimportant control mechanisms. Maybe I’m just too cynical? People mourn Hollywood actors but disregard news of families being slaughtered in poorer parts of the world. I guess being bubble wrapped and controlled by the TV is what it’s got to do with. But unless tragedy happens on their own doorstep it’s merely an occurrence - a fictional occurrence. It’s fucked up!
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Sloww
03:16
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Drifting and slipping
Wonder if I’m gonna slow
Drifting and slipping
Wonder if I’m gonna slow
Look
The explosion of Silk Road fake MD from China
Smut smears my pages and un-dignifies vaginas
Let's talk in old money branded with our highness
Sceptical of digits that could spread a nasty virus
You know that bitch under the mattress shit
But papers useless when we're deforesting too blasted quick
We reproduce like rabbits and give birth to these bastard kids
Monkey see, monkey do, we repeat just what the masters did
And now it's just one constant summer
The baron desert streets all controlled by crazy gunners
The glare scorches your iris as you scavenge for new stunners
And rob a blind man of his Ray Bans because inflation is a fucker
Each day's morally tasking, these narcissists are basking
In an oasis spring feasting whilst the rest of us are fasting
The states open for suggestions but those who go and ask them
Get paraded through the streets before receiving vicious lashings
Drifting and slipping
Wonder where I’m gonna go
Drifting and slipping
Wonder where I’m gonna go
Go
It's ironic that the same people who try to teach you to be thoughtful
Are the ones who criticise your dress sense and say that you look awful
That's some tough love fuckery, priests committing buggery
The definition of extortion lies right next to thuggery
Paint the town red with the blood of these slaughtered lambs
To celebrate a rich man has taken your daughters hand
You celebrate that form of pimping
But never celebrate the middle men who do all your convincing
You watch the world burn like you fire proofed your thick skin
But didn't factor in the smoke nor the dioxide in your system
Our father them man are not Christians
They break bread with corporations and sneer at helpless victims
I once met an angel who had been baptised in a trap house
She was raised around the torturous sounds of OD's and cat shouts
One day a silver spooned teenager raped her on his dad's couch
But the lawyers crushed her law suit when she tried to call that brat out
Drifting and slipping
Wonder where I’m gonna go
Drifting and slipping
Wonder where I’m gonna go
Go
My mind wanders, rolling around in a clapped out Honda
Costa coffee cost a fortune owing arms and legs to Wonga
Man said he was a dealer - mate you're fucking bonkers
You're the sediment of the food chain an Oompa Loompa to Willy Wonka
In the kitchen with that gas talk like someone left the cooker on
There was a rolled up note here 2 secs later I look it's gone
Thieving little scaly wags, back chatting pally slags
Walking talking virus' get squirted up with anti-bac
Barry Scott with that Cillit Bang
Rounding up your make shift troops like you was a minute man
Those background yes man who only comment shit like "Innit fam"
I've seen the coolest of kid grow into such a timid man
Agreement is some peoples only contribution
Get sold anything to a hustlers amusement
Knocked down pegs as you argue with confusion
They don't think about the words they say before they literally abuse them
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Scabby septum got you talking out your rectum
About these family issues like your Garry Glitters step son
Dandruff on this debit card haemoglobin on the queens face
A non descriptive vocab explaining how a dream tastes
I couldn't give a fuck what the scene rates
Or more to the point give a fuck what the scene hates
Writing slow flows to burial
All over the place like a drone blown mural
Your veneer smile is ugly my gold ones no better
False smiles real feelings dialogues of sad letters
So no, we shouldn't take a selfie
We should probably put the bag away and get our heads healthy
Red sky at night sunrise Wetherspoons delight
For inebriated souls consuming breakfast and pints
One for sorrow two for joy the rest are for the fuck of it
There's levels to these issues we brought depression to the mother ship
I lost my mind at war with life
Another day in paradise
I'm burning down this web of lies
But it's hard to watch them burn
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard...
Her arms looked like a wall out of Auschwitz
No cosmetic aesthetics just long sleeved outfits
She makes that Cat Stevens song look like a fucking mockery
They blew up her husband around the same time as her property
Corporate boardrooms discussing sanctions on her borders
Medieval health care will not put legs back on her daughter
Can a blind man be a visionary?
Patient zeros at the revolution dishing out that dysentery
The freedom of fuck all mass gatherings get hosed down
Roaming around Nazareth in search of a rose crown
But what did you find there?
Addiction, whores, the most appalling of nightmares
And you can go ahead and try
But you're deluded if you think the world will listen to a grown man cry
They won't celebrate your birthday but they'll turn up when you die
With a eulogy of lies whilst you get crucified
I lost my mind at war with life
Another day in paradise
I'm burning down this web of lies
But it's hard to watch them burn
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard...
And when I turned my back on me I lost this fight
I watched this ego tear apart itself with pride
Innocence got lost and trapped in time
And it hurts to fall apart
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard...
I lost my mind at war with life
Another day in paradise
I'm burning down this web of lies
But it's hard to watch them burn
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard...
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We're Just Children
03:57
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You can be a shit human great leader
2 sides 2 a badge get shanked by blue Peter
Smack on a spoon and ket by the litre
Veteran soldiers and veterinary feeders
Import export extorting a dealer
Collect coupons to go camping with FEMA
Holographic deaths Elvis left the arena
Broken promises Ike & Tina
Can of strong drink in a stained wife beater
Eyes on a screen with a frazzled receiver
Dinosaur stories crawling with creatures
Countdowns conundrums some sums we eat words
A sceptical foetus that chose to go feet first
A paranoid mother that believes that she's cursed
DMT smokes all you need to leave earth
You need a closed mind to feel you need church
But we’re still so hopeless
Confirmation bias attempt to keep focused
Cancerous creatures plaguing like locusts
Exaggerate issues just like the soaps does
‘Cause I’ll never get you
These rituals these pep talks
Your lies are consensual
Animal instincts I sense the fear in us
Toxic organs that is the beer in us
She posts up memes all deep and mysterious
But I know that chick she is cheep and delirious
We can barely walk yet we comfortably run
Like the best way in life that we can have fun
Is give, let go, be unconsciously dumb
After all our race is still so young
HOOK:
I don’t wanna just keep on living no
I just wanna be free never give in
But we’re not good for each other
No, no, we’re just children
World stage economies
1 percent and poverty
Destroy until were obsolete
Machinery and concrete
We’re angry we’re violent
So loud yet so silent
Our jealousy is vibrant
Oppressed by these tyrants
I don't read I watch vids on uni lad
Brains in the cab from a uni slag
And I'm in my 30's
Tracksuit wearing lifestyles dirty
Gold teeth grin looks grim like scurvy
Commitment goals are not that sturdy
Deprived of sleep so I'm not that quirky
I'm slightly nervy
Too much raw so these shades sit firmly
No eye contact when they observe me
Life could be worse see
I could be flat broke with no more persy
It's like all I wanna do is destroy my septum
With a rolled up Queen and flake that's venom
In a distant world we’re taught acceptance
In a 9-5 you feel oppression
Why do we do this?
Life’s like Lord Of Flies so ruthless
A planet full kids running around so clueless
And they told me a question can never be stupid
Ego driven material living
As our fragile hearts get snapped when smitten
Fingers point we look for villains
Goody’s and baddy’s they’ll always be victims
I don’t wanna just keep on living no
I just wanna be free never give in
But we’re not good for each other
No, no, we’re just children
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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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