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lyrics
Would you still be leaving if I wore glasses
Or gave up rapping to teach science classes?
If I was less passive aggressive and more angry aggressive?
Less obsessive about tennis?
You know I met Rod Laver once
At the urinal both nodding and smiling
Never asked about his 200 titles, just where the beer was
Never meet your idols
Jim Courier pushed me and called me a drunken limey
You remind me I regaled you with this once or twice before
But he was the king of the court, yeah he was the king of the court
Would you stay if I was less cowardly with the neighbours
And hadn’t interrogated poor Kate about being an accountant?
Was more well-groomed, plucked ear hair, used razors
Fought for you with no hesitation, excelled in gallant encounters
Not my borrowed stories of escapes from bouncers
Or the answers I gave to dodge fines at libraries
From now on I’ll be pulling pensioners from fires and going back for their budgies
Drinking in rough pubs on weekends to catch fists and barstools
I’d backflip to catch a thief and act like it’s all average in my day
If it’d make you stay
You learnt dance moves on your dad’s feet
I’m a minus on your balance sheet
I slept in parties that I crashed
Sprawled on the carpet
Borrowed beers in my jacket
Now, I rarely agree with anything cos my spine clicks when I nod my head
And I’m deafened by my breathing when I’ve ear plugs in to block the sound of the wind
So I’m wrestling with all the chores I haven’t done
The unglossed doors, the numbers not dialled, the burnt on béchamel sauce left to soak
I’m a collapsed pile
Unread email subject lines generate through my pineal gland
‘til it all fades to sepia
Hastened on by my anaemia
You learnt dance moves on your dad’s feet
I’m a minus on your balance sheet
I slept in parties that I crashed
Sprawled on the carpet
Borrowed beers in my jacket
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023
supported by 4 fans who also own “Gallant Encounters”
Upon first listen, the voice reminds me of Julia Holter (who I love!), but the arrangements are more organic. When the final track bowed out with a whisper, I was sad it was over. Lovely work. Soloman Tump