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Waste of Air EP

by Gimson

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1.
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...
2.
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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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 
4.
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...
5.
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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The EP version of Gimson's Waste of Air LP.

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released August 7, 2020

All tracks produced and mixed by Gimson.
Mastered by Pete Maher

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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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