Remarkable Unremarkable
ExP’s first self-produced solo album was crowdfunded into existence in 2017 having reached its target in a week.
“This album came about during probably the darkest part of my life so far, following my Dad’s admittance into full-time care having been afflicted with dementia. This is my creative attempt to spin the extreme negative I’d been feeling into a positive, feel good, up-beat album. Something to pull me out of the quagmire, so to speak.”– ExP
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I stay hidden cos my hidey hole holds my whole hope/ … Everything under one roof, I don’t go/ Out, poking my nose in a globe I can’t control/ I’m never satisfied when I’m too far from home/ But, if you don’t challenge your boundaries then you’re bound to be/ Floundering round ‘till you drown in the ground you seem/ So attached to defend/ No good asking if Ben/ Will make a lasting attempt/ To write a rap without friends/ Cos I need the support, if I’m conceiving a thought/ Need people to agree with it before I even record/ I got noooooo self esteem anymore/ And as I withdraw from society, it’s weakening more/ Cos basically I’m an ego maniac who thrives on feedback/ Forget that, but remember every time someone called me crap/ A tree sap of a 6ft3 chap/ Who needs enemies with inner monologues like we have?// CHORUS x2 Nobody, that’s who, I’m unremarkable/ My generation, that’s Who, I’m unremarkable/ Got a few tattoos, I’m unremarkable/ Did ok at school, I’m unremarkable// (Gotta do a second verse)… I forgot how to write ‘em/ So used to doing one verse and hoping to God it’s inspiring/ And nine times out of ten it’s probably not/ Even this might end up deleted from my desktop/ I hate being in the same place when people play my music/ Make sense of that, I know I was born to do this/ But you play my new ish with me in the room/ And I’ll either cringe, turn it off, or leave ‘till you do/ Happy for people to play it though, fill your boots/ I’m proud enough of the sound of it, I mainly cringe at you/ Cos I’m expecting you to take it in but know that you can’t/ For example I wrote this track at 1 AM in the dark/ And changed this word and that word and made sure it fitted/ And the first time you play it, all that work’s done in minutes/ And you can judge it like a piece of art/ Up to you if it leaves a mark/ And that’s why I love it when people start/ With that whole “rap is too fast for me” malarkey/ “I don’t mind the music but only partly/ The guy saying words kinda ruined the party”/ And we turn up to headline they say, “who are we?”// CHORUS x2 … Well, kinda did and didn’t/ In middle school my folks thought not enough shits were given/ So I’d do work set for me to up my level/ It gave the impression I was more intelligent than the rebels/ But a little home schooling only takes you so far/ And I paid attention less cos I thought I was smart/ …And people caught up while I slowed right down/ Thought I’d regret it but I don’t right now/ A degree gets you nothing but debt/ Debt gets you nothing but vexed/ Being vexed gets you nothing but stressed/ Being stressed gets you nothing but death/ And I love living: it’s the best, there’s not enough of it left/ But I’ve bin wallowing a few years with family issues/ Coulda done an album tryna make you grab your tissues/ But I’d rather stay upbeat, with my usual grin/ And make people say, “ExP!… I don’t know who that is”//
CHORUS So don’t worry if you think you’re not remarkable/ Most humans think they haven’t come far at all/ And that’s the truth but don’t just take it from me… You were made in a star and every particle/ Came together to make you the finished article/ The chance of you defies all probability (believe, so leave, it be, you’ll see)// You are the infinitesimal un-likeliness/ The result of everything since the big bang provided us/ With all the elements that make life from dust/ And enough time to go from simple life to… “huh?”/ Somehow we perceive and have a consciousness/ But there’s a consequence, what we want is just/ Confused between our instincts from prehistoric times/ Food, shelter and passing our genetics down the line/ And modern times, how we feel, how they feel about you/ What you think, what you want, what you needed to do/ We’re the intellectual equivalent of supermarket shopping/ Too much choice, too much freedom, too much option/ Some take what they see: get straight off the aisle/ Some stand making decisions, it may take them a while/ Some of them are straight in denial and often miss out/ But I tell you I hate shopping, I’m forever in doubt/ I’m not one of the celebrities – done nothing with my life/ My accomplishments are minimal, got lucky with my wife/ I got lucky with my current job and lucky with my family/ Got lucky being born at all, but luck is not a plan B/ It’s not a fall back – it’s funny how we exist/ Just keep on plodding up a mountain of mist/ Knowing at some point: we’ll fall down off a cliff/ And your brain gets the better of you, drowns you in lists/ …You can’t relax before you tick ‘em off/ For every little job you do another sixty’s not/ I’ve discovered you’re either a pessimist with too much to do/ Or a hedonist who snoozed and he losed… lost// CHORUS I knew I wanted to make music for the rest of my days/ …And that’s all I’ve done and now the time is ebbing away/ And I’ve killed many projects cos they weren’t the best ones I made/ And then I wrote this stuff and still thought that the message was vague/ And recently I’ve been waking every day in a rage/ Angry at each and every thing I feel that gets in my way/ Until I realised everything I have is not here to stay/ And I should even be thankful for things that feel like a pain/ Cos feeling feelings is the very definition of life/ And needing reasons for existing’s inefficient on time/ And each and every person feels they need a piece of the pie/ They’re either greedy or they seem to lose their seat in the line/ I’ve been in pieces recently, the Grim Reaper will hide/ And wait until you breathe easy then unreasonably strike/ And leave your family devastated who plea for rewind/ …But this is all part of a human being’s design/ And we’re so quick to forget that we’re a miracle/ The statistics on people’s happiness these days is pitiful/ They’ll say you should become something to be an individual/ But you’re the original and greatest there’s ever been of you// CHORUS
(60% of the time) rappers talk about women every time/ And we enjoyed Biggie’s “A Friend of Mine”/ But never mind that, in the 90s it was effective/ And it’s still awkward as hell listening to the sex skits/ I mean, what possesses anyone to record, fake or not/ A load of moaning and groaning in between your famous songs/ To prove, what? You get ladies? Or ladies get you?/ Does the idea that we think you’ve never done it vex you?/ Is this school again? Are we back in 6th form?/ Laughing at virgins, chatting about FHM and porn/ Can we accept that people have sex and move on with our lives?/ Or is it cos sex sells? I would not be surprised/ Now evolution makes us obsess over it/ Releases all sorts of endorphins to reward so it is/ Unsurprising that it’s a focus of our everyday lives/ But we’ve evolved to be civilized, men can take wives/ Men can override this instinct to spread their chuffin’ seed/ That was instilled in us way before we hung from trees/ Or can we? Is that the point, I can already sense laughter/ Cos you believe deep down every man is a (sex panther)/ That’s why women who sleep around are “sluts” and men who do are “pimps”/ Kings are given many women, it’s been like that ever since/ And the worst thing is you see the way fame attracts some lasses/ Giving themselves away with barely chance to bat their lashes/ I pray If I have a daughter she’s not prey for the (sex panther)s/ My nieces get older every day, kids TV gets blander/ And the next step is to get blathered, I should have had a godson/ Cos then I wouldn’t have had to purchase a bloomin’ shotgun//
CHORUS x4 Work is so shit/ Get me out of this office/ This place is so full of dicks/ I don’t know why I don’t quit/ (I said that) Work is so shit… So I gibbed it off/ They laughed a bit, “he’s off to do his hippy hop”/ …Flippin nobs, this is exactly what I mean/ You’ve got some proper work done, I’ve got some proper dreams/ Don’t really want to scheme from behind a computer screen/ Could be out there in the real world successfully being me/ But money is the problem there with all of that/ So if you’re still stuck in there learn alt and tab/ Quick trick to help you avoid your soulless acts/ Carve your dreams from their tablets then call a cab/ Only thing some jobs are good for is financing your idea/ So let me tell you quite clear, don’t waste your cash on Ikea/ Or an extra five beers on a Friday night, dear/ Get your mind in gear, why you in here?/ First answer is you love it and you’d never leave your job/ I can’t argue with that, and you don’t need this song/ Second is you don’t know what you wanna do/ You don’t hate the job, it’s ok, but not for you/ Third is you hate your job and it’s not what you need/ And by now you should know my thoughts on that: you gotta leave// CHORUS x2 Work is so shit…/ It’s quite alarming/ Companies are too big when they need an HR department/ And you’re no longer a person you’re an allocated resource/ They might depend on you but you’re expendable, of course/ More people hate their jobs in big offices but gotta live for the promises that one day they might be bosseses/ “Congrats you’re now a bosseses, your first act as leader?/ Take instructions from above and pass it on beneath ya”/ That sounds familiar, but they’ll be willing ya to carry on ‘till they’re killing ya/ Take your work home and let it fill in the/ Gaps…between sleeping and eating/ And you can manage eating and working, I seen you this evening/ Microwaving summat and returning to your spreadsheet/ But only cos you’re scared of ending up a deadbeat/ Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m not…/ Stress-related illnesses are not to be mocked/ But yet, people are still wanting the job/ Knowing full well it might kill them off/ What the hell is wrong with you dumb guys?/ Be done with that bullshite/ Didn’t anybody say you’ve got one life?!// CHORUS x2 Work is so shit…/ And I feel for you/ The worst stress is in public servitude/ Teachers and doctors dreaming to offer/ Human beings an option but our government is squeezing them often/ I guess these are the problems: if you’re unhappy you quit/ Then a public service is declared bad and unfit/ And it gets dissected, sold off and privatised/ And you might get a job – there – with a nicer rise/ Cos you just want to help people, and I’d advise/ You do the best for you, cos life’s a prize/ But to the…pieces of crap who didn’t see what we had/ And only did it all for some indecent reason like cash/ You are the worst type of scum, cos you see the vulnerable/ And expect them to sort themselves out, you’re full of bull/ One job where you should make the world better is politician/ If you don’t like what you do, why don’t you quit then?// CHORUS x2 (Work is so shit)
Hey! It’s a marvellous day/ And I wish I could always wake up and start it this way/ Harder to make the best of life when you hardly create/ And sit in a rut, doing stuff, that partly you hate/ You might starve if you take time away from that grind/ Every penny I make, it ain’t even mine/ Put patience sometimes leads to the best/ Sometimes it dunt/ Maybe wait and see what’s ahead/ Maybe just get to the front/ My advice is irrelevant and fairly unhelpful/ But an album with me just talking to myself is well dull/ So I have to lie like I’m talking to you/ It’s awkward and true, rap is just a guy performing this to/ A flippin’ mirror/ Is this filler? Or real conscious rap?/ They won’t listen they just nod and that/ But you do, so thanks for listening it means a lot/ This is where I reel most my secrets off… And what?// CHORUS Looked for my bad mood (I don’t know where it is)/ The frown I had tattooed (I don’t know where it is)/ I haven’t got a damn clue (I don’t know where it is)/ I have to ask you (I don’t know where it is)/ Heaven’s a place on earth (I don’t know where it is)/ It sits within a universe (I don’t know where it is)/ Which sits within a multiverse (I don’t know where it is)/ Scientists are conducting research (They don’t know where it is)// We don’t know anything/ Still there’s people who say they’re summat big and we’re crediting ‘em/ People who say they’re geniuses, but they’ve never bin/ Still they benefit, the editors of newspapers are editing and getting us unsettled making us hate each other and everything/ The clever thing is how they operate/ Make us concentrate on what they say we wanna hate/ If we got together and fought it, they’d definitely forfeit/ Instead they extend credit to corporates and get us to fork it/ Out, from our debt ridden lives/ Uplifting track to this – yeah, big surprise/ It’s important to have perspective, but your head fits/ Only so much depressed bits, before it gets sick/ Change the world for the good, not cos it’s bad/ Wanna be happy cos I’m happy not cos it’s opposite sad/ Rather keep the sentiment from the top of the track/ But also don’t wanna avoid every problem and task// CHORUS I had a to do list (I don’t know where it is)/ But the honest truth is (I don’t know where it is)/ Think I had a clue, shit (I don’t know where it is)/ But I can’t compute it (I don’t know where it is)/ Where did the time go? (I don’t know where it is)/ Summat I’m trying to find though (I don’t know where it is)/ If I knew where then I’d go (I don’t know where it is)/ If the answer’s not on my phone (I don’t know where it is)// Heyy! It’s a wonderful life/ Even George Bailey’s happy end was just kind of alright/ No justice for the bad guy and the victory/ Was George successfully seeing inwardly/ The trick for me/ Was being too busy to ever notice my negativity/ But history…/ Is always repeating and I’m stalked by my demons/ The reasons, I ignore my achievements/ And focus on the evil voice/ Telling me I’m not the people’s choice/ I’m barely even their ceiling foist/ A stain on life’s roof/ But that ain’t the right truth/ My brain can fight too/ Just train and buy fruit/ Regain your mind’s youth/ When they’d say, “you might lose”/ You’d say, “yeah right dude”/ And make ‘em bite through/ That humble pie, because fuck them guys/ No-one can tell you who you are it’s your chuffin’ life…!//
…I say “meh” to it/ Cos I’m fed up of not getting the best of it/ I sit around all down cos I’m stressed and shit/ But life’s far too short so to heck with it/ Mek a tit outta myself get vexed a bit/ But lately, things seem like they’re extra big/ When really…all I need is an exorcist/ …To get rid of the spirit of the pessimist/ So forget the shit, I need to concentrate/ There’s a lot of wasted time I need to compensate/ Used to do a song a day ‘till I got long int face/ And who cares whether it’s summat that you want to rate?/ …I’ve only just discovered that I’ve got no fate/ And one day, I’ll be laying in a box and grave/ Or even burnt to ashes after songs of praise/ I’d rather be here than there that’s the concept mate/ (Meh)…it should be my life’s motto/ Life’s proper good in the hood when I’m blotto/ But I wake up the next day with a head like “uh ohhh”/ Probably shouldn’ta said what I said and kept my gob closed/ I’ve got loads of regrets that are similar still/ There’s no point killing yourself over spilling the milk/ I never wanted to be King of the Hill/ Just a diligent civilian that’s written it ill/ I made a beat a week decided to give it a rest/ There were nuff people commenting, for this I was blessed/ But there’s only so long the internet can big up ya chest/ Gotta get out in the real world and give it your best/ Cos at the end of the day, it’s just a pen and a page/ A guy called Ben on a stage, who remembers the days/ Forever amazed, in HMV, spending his wage/ Getting Brand New Second Hand or some Eminem, Dre/ Some venomous Cage whatever, it’s irrelevant mate/ Cos it’s twenty seventeen, I’ve bin checking the date/ Nothing worse than saying that, cos with every play/ From twenty eighteen onwards it’ll sound terribly aged/ Anyway, generally everybody’s obsessed with the fame/ Whatever happened to making art for the sake of it mate?/ If it’s getting on top of you and you aren’t tekin the strain/ Take a load off your back and remember to say… “Meh” to it mate//
Raw I’ma give it to ya/ Here’s some trivia/ “Sucre” is the capital of Bolivia …Google was originally named “Backrub”/ Benjamin Franklin imported America’s first bathtub/ Some cats are allergic to humans/ The measure of quantity of visual light is a “lumen”/ I’m assuming you know it all mate, but/ Bubble wrap was originally intended as wallpaper/ Remember when you watched a DVD/ That anti-pirate thing you couldn’t skip easily/ Saying you wouldn’t steal a car or a TV screen?/ The backing music was used illegally/ Glitter can be used as forensic evidence/ In Victorian times pineapples were a symbol of decadence/ And ever since I had the police round, mate/ I found the CIA read 5 million tweets a day/ Piece of cake, why do we say piece of cake?/ They used cake back in the day as a prize giveaway/ David Walliams isn’t gay/ Simon Cowell is, he’s spent millions to say he ain’t/ The strongest argument for God is this one:/ Who made the moon 400 times closer than the Sun?/ The Sun’s 400 times bigger than the moon so/ They fit exactly over one another, well you know/ Russia’s surface area’s greater than Pluto/ In Japan it’s good luck for your kid to cry at a sumo/ “Attempted murder” is the collective noun for two crows/ Hans Christian Andersen wrote “Emperor’s New Clothes”/ For every human there’s 1.6 million ants/ …These are my top vinegar facts/ November 1st is National Vinegar Day/ Use white vinegar on wine stains to make them go away/ That’s enough vinegar trivia/ The word for left-handed was originally “sinister”/ Sir Robert Walpole was Great Britain’s initial Prime Minister/ The Dominican Republic is different from Dominica/ Most kids can count a hundred by age 6/ Will Smith turned down being Neo in Matrix/ 1567, the man with the biggest beard alive/ Trips over it, running from a fire, and dies/ Tsutomu Yamaguchi survived two atomic bombs/ Francois Marin invented the vol au vent/ 1970 was San Diego’s first “Comic Con”/ Mulder and Scully in real life never got along/ Uranus was the first planet discovered by telescope/ The first domesticated animal was a goat/ Attack, sustain and decay of sound is its “envelope”/ Some bike races take place in a velodrome/ “Melatonin” is a hormone that anticipates the night/ Rocky Marciano never lost a fight/ The smallest kite to fly is 5 mill high/ A world war code-breaker is mother to Bill Nye/ Info.cern was the first website/ 42inch is average British male chest size/ Apparently 36D is average breast size/ A hundred quid in cash is the Crufts’ best prize//
…How does thinking work?/ I think I kinda understand that the brain consists of nerves/ And little surges of electricity fizz between in bursts/ And…some…might…help…linking words/ While others make you sit, or curse, or shit, or search, or quit, or hurt, or live, or learn, or liver work/ Or scribble verse, or kick some dirt, or listen, burp, or hit a person, or attempt to consider infinity/ Or think of a hundred things then go back to what you thought originally/ It simply is the pinnacle of what we live and breathe/ This thinking thing, the interlinking king of everything we see/ The most complex structure in the known universe/ It’s ludicrous that in the queue of supreme evolution you’d be first/ But there you are with that thing in your head/ Calculating your every move, interpreting every step/ Processing the smell, the sound, yeah I’ve been through this there’s loads/ And then translating that and telling you so you know…/ …You gotta love the brain/ Everybody’s got one and though they look the same/ Each one is individual/ It’s something of a miracle/ They’re full of everything you do/ Without it there just isn’t you…!/ …You gotta love the brain/ ‘Bout 1.5 kilo is what they weigh/ Billions of neurons, connected by synapses/ Communicating via axons which are protoplasmic//
This is for the pupils in school with no attention span/ And the teachers that know that and scrap the lesson plan/ For the people who fought bureaucracy and lost/ Trying to help their fellow man when people were yelling, “stop”/ For the red tape cutters and the rule benders/ Sometimes you’ve gotta play red light roulette with your fuel sensor/ Just to get a bit further than they tell you you can/ Get your head out the sand but don’t walk around like the elephant man/ With your head in a blan…ket you’re a human, go and tell ‘em your plan/ And if you don’t have one help someone you believe in/ Even, if the end result is not achievement/ Barely time to breathe in before the time flies/ Life is a sci-fi but we don’t have 5 lives/ Or a couple of continues so that we can come back/ And have another crack at the big boss and all his crap/ But there’ll be, wins and losses every walk of life/ And if you hide from the failure life’s short and shite/ Better facing your fears cos there’s more to fight/ If you can’t make the world better make Yorkshire right// CHORUS We just move forward we don’t move back/ …We don’t do that/ If’ya don’t help Yorkshire then don’t move back/ …We don’t do that/ We don’t cut corners to make you cash/ …We don’t do that/ We don’t take orders or take your crap…/ …We don’t do that// West Yorkshire is the place, and it’s cold and it rains/ But we know the terrain, it’s God’s own, and they’re saying/ They wanna frack it and destroy it and then keep the profit/ Chemicals will leak across it, we need to stop it/ Cos: London sees the North as a faeces deposit/ Let’s see how they do when tides rise and leave ‘em bobbin/ But for now they’ll cut our flood defence budget and wonder/ Why the very next year we’re a couple feet under/ We suffer in winter, and we suffer in summer/ And we suck up to the rich cos of a couple of numbers/ Electronically stored on databases like they can’t erase it/ And replace it and say it’s gone without a trace and they sit/ And watch the world collapse in the lap of luxury/ While the rest of us riot, loot and become a bunch of thieves/ Over a trap we put ourselves in, grafting for the selfish/ Exchanging cash for basics and the crap we put on shelving/ Crack on getting back to what actually makes us healthy/ But they’ll tell you: don’t do that, you’ll do yourself in// CHORUS How can you have cash for nuclear submarines/ But cut health services cos there’s not enough for me?/ Where’s the money coming from to pay for defence/ When there’s a housing shortage? It doesn’t make any sense/ For £350 mill we can renovate the palace/ For unknown quantities of gas we can rape the planet/ I’m a remoaner and a lefty, a socialist scum/ Fuck the Times, Express, Telegraph, Mail and the Sun/ Contributions are the problem with politics/ The side with the most golden handshakes has gotta win/ The right fight for corporations , the left for little people/ 7 in 10 MPs are millionaires, are we equal?/ “Do you want unsuccessful people to run the country?”/ Do you count inheritance as success you numpty?/ Privilege is quickly forgotten by those that have it/ Like, people on benefits are morose and savvy/ But what’s the difference between a government propping you up/ And your parents bailing you out often enough?/ I can’t lie, I’ve wanted for nothing/ I shouldn’t have to feel guilty that I’ve not really suffered/ But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be responsible/ When hospitals and hostels are shut down to cut the costs where possible it’s horrible/ I need to get in gear, we could all do some more good/ For those that are fighting – keep moving forward// CHORUS
When I die I want everybody to go for a drink/ And leave cos it’s pricey and the music is shit/ King Antisocial not born for the nightlife/ I’m slippers and pipe after dinner and wine with my wife/ And nobody else…/ Here’s some advice, I hope that it helps/ People are arseholes, I know I can tell/ Out on a Friday night, or at home by yourself/ But for me, I’d rather watch the British women swimming team/ Than sit in a pinkish limousine on my way to a flippin’ “Cream”/ For a dance and a rave/ “Where’d you meet your missus?” I was dancing away/ But that was different, that was back in the day/ Now I’m older and I’m grumpy and I’m stuck in my ways/ “Dunt your missus like to danc…” …Stop interrupting me mate/ I’m trying to make a point about how it’s rubbish to rave/ How it’s rubbish to pay, a couple hundred for a/ Glass of summat you coulda made from your cupboard today/ Then you can shout at your mates over loud shit songs/ And have a dance with your dignity…oh it’s gone/ Shame for you, it’s not a shame for me/ Not saving up to kill my liver for a daily fee/ But with each chosen night that I don’t go to I/ Can’t complain if I’ve got no social life// CHORUS x2 Stick in the Mud, it is so good/ To never go out for a drink to a club/ Stick in the Mud, it is so good/ To never go out on the piss to a pub// So I feel I’ve got no mates left/ I may as well up sticks and head stage left/ Jump on the M62 head straight west/ Get a bigger house, make a great nest/ But the reason I’m feeling there’s nobody left/ I’m the antisocial one who’s stubborn as heck/ And hasn’t been out for a pint for a while/ Without a frown, or pout but a smile/ Ready to spout all types of denial/ About how I’m sound and my life int a pile/ Of steaming dog turd without seeming awkward/ Don’t generally speak how you feel in Yorkshire/ Stiff upper lip with a zip/ But getting pissed quickly unzips/ Soon you’re telling your mates missus she’s shit/ And isn’t good enough for him, like you think she’s a bitch/ Wake up the next day, brain in a messed state/ Wait, did I just say I hated my good mates lass?/ Didn’t mean that/ Can I take it back?/ Damage kinda done/ Feelin like a twat/ Cheers alcohol you’re the best/ Now I’m in a whole other mess/ This is why I don’t go for a Becks/ And just stay inside with smoke in my chest/ Feeling old and depressed// CHORUS x2 When you leave without saying “bye” it’s called a “French Exit”/ When you put idiots in charge you get Brexit/ When you give lads booze you get sexists/ Is there a girl over 18 that hasn’t been molested?/ By a guy, getting touchy and feely/ Trying to justify he was drunk, was he really?/ Or does every man just love to reveal he/ Is a mammal that requires rape just to feel he/ Passed, his sperm down the line/ The world is designed to further his climb/ To the top – adverts are so posed/ Hip-hop with endless reference to “those hoes”/ The idea a woman can look so-so/ And isn’t worth your time and effort with those clothes/ Get the new “this” and please pay for “that”/ Face up facts, it’s the makeup mask that’ll make those lads undertake that age old task/ Find your inner Kate Moss that’s/ Just what we all want/ …Add personality…it’s just as important/ …But said that – just cos we all nod/ But deep down we lust for a jaw drop/ Or a heart throb, or a super model/ But you won’t find love in your two McDonalds/ I’m not out doing battle on Tinder and stuff/ Perhaps if I hadn’t bumped into my love/ And that’s why our social life int up to much/ We’re in, just a couple of sticks in the mud//…. CHORUS x2
Before I get started, this is what I need to get out/ I have well over 12 different email accounts/ 4 or 5 websites, yeah they’re WordPress who gives a damn?/ I’ve got 7 Twitter accounts and 5 on Instagram/ I’ve got 4 Facebook accounts and that’s that/ Fuck off with your Snapchat/ And truly the internet’s a wondrous place/ Where the information you’re after is just on page/ …So when you sit around with a blunt with your mates/ And say, “do you remember that film with um…whatshisface/ You know the guy who was in the other film, with Ryan McGee?”/ Now you can just sit in silence and go on IMDB/ So why do I need, some wifi, every time that I pee/ So I can whatsapp back to some guys I’ve not seen/ For five weeks cos I’ve been glueing my eyes to a screen/ Sending orders and using Excel to finance my dreams?/ My dream to become…I dunno, self sufficient?!/ The internet’s been the reason I never held positions/ In offices or jobs for more than one or two years/ Cos it allowed me the opportunity to run from my fears:/ I fear getting up early every day I’m alive/ I fear doing things I don’t wanna do, and I’ve tried/ I’m not saying I won’t fight if it’s be snuffed or survive/ But if it doesn’t fit in my plans it can fuck off and die/ I’m lucky my life didn’t collapse, but because of the net/ I found beats and beat making, rap forums and met/ Some like-minded dudes who helped me on the right road/ Sites like Soundclick where I would download/ A load of people’s beats whether they knew or perhaps they didn’t erm…/ It didn’t matter I was never gonna cash in on them/ Important to build and destroy when you’re starting your craft/ Can’t get hung up on the same track when it is crap/ And the net gave me a chance to see what worked and didn’t/ Instead of thinking I was good and was worth a listen/ But look at it now, I’ve gotta say I’m tired of it/ As this album came together I was frightened of it/ Why should I sit, for hours and hours typing some script/ And post it on Facebook and no-one like or commit?/ I can admit I’ve mainly relied on the net for a buzz/ And that means listeners are disconnected from us/ And yes I can push a track fresh and mastered today/ But there’s a million other artists doing exactly the same/ So that personal touch is gone and it’s why I have to hate it/ How do you get music out there when the market’s saturated?/ I’ve done gigs, I’ve done Twitter, I’ve done Instagram/ I’ve done chatting to people after, I’ve done battle of the bands/ I’ve done emailing, releasing each month, releasing weekly/ I’ve done pay up front, pay as you go, even freebies/ But at the end it’s who you know, definitely/ Every success seems to be garnered from celebrities/ Who with an effortless tweet can make you fresh for a week/ Suddenly sell a load of albums cos they mention you. Sweet!/ Or alternatively you got someone on the inside/ So don’t think for a second that with hard work and pride/ That people will take notice you’ve gotta know someone good/ Even if they know someone who knows someone who knows someone, but/ I can guarantee every top artist is big for a reason/ It’s nowt to do with their music, but the company they’re keeping/ Or summat else, they mighta gone viral/ But then UniLad or similar controls my fight for survival/ So to be honest with you, the net has both fed and starved me/ It has everything from kittens and Kevin Hart memes/ To answers to every question I could possibly ask/ The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in my pocket or grasp/ To be fair to it what more could it possibly have?/ But the more I spend time on it the more I want it to crash/ Couldn’t be more thankful for it, saving my time and effort/ Couldn’t hate it more, wasting my life forever/ So, mostly I’d admit: what we know is down to it/ But I’m hoping after this, we can tone it down a bit//
When life gives me rain, hail, snow/ I see a double rainbow and say, “hell no”/ There’s so many reasons for me to let go/ I try and find the silver lining or rainbow/ So…when life gives you rain, hail, snow: give it to ‘em/ I’ve been getting used to living through the big illusion/ That death’ll never happen, if it does it’s never gruesome/ But then dementia comes along and changes my conclusion/ Can’t live for the day, I got stuff to do tomorrow/ The future to plan for and moments I’d like to borrow/ And though my life’s a doddle, others fighting through their sorrow/ I bin getting angry every chance I’ve had, but at what though?/ (It’s a double rainbow all the way) Awesome mate/ I should have told myself I’ve got more to gain/ All this rage is surely pain being re-routed in my brain/ At the same time I’d forgotten creating again/ …and…I can’t recommend it enough/ It’s so splendid sitting mending yourself doing what you love/ And life is such a rush, hard to fit it in with what’s/ Expected of you, but remember what you doing on this crust?/ …cos…I ant got a clue/ And it’s honestly true, I said it was enjoying the view/ Appreciating the sounds, smells, or senses you can/ But the anger just takes over and the crap hits the fan/ …deep breath, focus on the double rainbow/ Force myself from bed even if I wear the same clothes/ Try and crack a smile too, even if it weighs loads/ Can’t let the love get defeated by the hate so/ When life gives me rain, hail, snow/ I see a double rainbow and say “hell no”/ There’s so many reasons for me to let go/ I try and find the silver lining or (rainbow)/ Yo, when life gives you rain, hail, snow/ See a double rainbow and say “hell no”/ There’s so many reasons for you to let go/ Try to find the silver lining or rainbow/ Just know life is the fight you postpone/ Putting off death ‘till the final choke hold/ When the Grim Reaper comes I won’t go/ But he runs fast, I can only jog slow/ So when I’m thinking life is worse than so-so/ Gotta act like the after life’s a no go/ Instead of feeling anger and agro/ Face the downpour check the (double rainbow)/ Yo//
I was an active child/ I didn’t run the fastest mile/ But went to basketball practice while/ I grew up: when school finishes I walked home with fish and chips/ Then had my tea, was still thin as shit/ All the chocolates at Christmases: nothing/ My Dad said it wouldn’t last and he wasn’t bluffing/ By the time I was 20 I was putting on stuffing/ Over 30 now and I’m battling the muffins/ Two on the side of me, one by the side of me/ Look at the sight of me, looks like I might have been/ Forced…at gun point…to eat loads/ I look at stuff I used to eat and put on kilos/ So I aim to exercise, cardio, breathing/ If I’ve sat through the day then I’ll start in the evening/ Sometimes, just getting off my arse is achievement/ No matter what I’m doing, I’d rather be eating// CHORUS I try to ignore it – think of summat to do/ But at the end of the day I just want some food/ Try to suppress it, have a drink of my juice/ Dehrydrated or do I… just want some food?/ Beef done to blue, beans, buns and soup/ Greased onion loops, cheese, mutton stew/ These crumbs’ll do…I just want some food// I’m not a weight watcher I enjoy the sins/ And I’m too skint to ever join a gym/ Cos once they got your cash you can avoid ‘em then/ Lose pounds while gaining them, annoying innit?/ Flippin’ metabolism…/ When I was a kid, all the fat went missing/ Now I can collect it in a standard sitting/ And have to work it off with some exercise/ Apparently running is the best for time/ Half hour, 500 calories, you make up after/ That’s the equivalent of four bacon rashers/ Bread takes you past that as you make a sandwich/ And that’s just a snack before the main attraction/ Considered trying to suppress my appetite/ …and not eat anything after nine/ But so far…I never last the night/ Wake up dreaming of eating my bastard wife!…// CHORUS I try to ignore it – think of summat to do/ But at the end of the day I just want some food/ Try to suppress it, have a drink of my juice/ Dehrydrated or do I… just want some food?/ Pizzas for two, each one for you/ Peas someone grew, I need something soon/ These crumbs’ll do…I just want some food// I guess the moral of the story is you’re not alone if you’re the kid/ Who stuffs their face in boredom then rings up and places orders/ For a couple plates of korma and some butter based tandoori/ With a bunch of mates who sort of, don’t quite, finish all their plate/ So you look at them all awkward cos you’re not too full to force some/ Extra curry down your jaws and rub your tummy say it’s awesome/ Call a guy and maybe score some, roll a blunt and share a portion/ Then get up and take a short run to the Co-Op for some cake/ Cos cake, is the best thing on the planet/ And I make a mean lemon drizzle goddamnit/ This is a piece of white chocolate that I didn’t deserve/ That pain during exercise drives me flippin’ berserk/ I’ve been playing 5-a-side and I’ve bin on a bike/ Go for a run twice, even indoor climb/ Give it a go though I’m shite cos despite my height/ I have trouble lifting one body plus all the pies// CHORUS I try to ignore it – think of summat to do/ But at the end of the day I just want some food/ Try to suppress it, have a drink of my juice/ Dehydrated or do I… just want some food?/ I need some to chew, sheep: lambs or ewes/ In leaves of bamboo, cheap Asda choux/ These crumbs’ll do…I just want some food//
Trying to write a feel good song in bad times/ Trying to look straight ahead but paths wind/ Keep my head up and follow the cat eyes/ Every time I steady the ship, I capsize/ Pastimes pass time and that’s fine/ But zips by and it’s gone and that’s life/ I act like I’m invincible and have time/ Is dementia genetic am I stuck on my Dad’s side?/ Who knows, kudos to you though/ It’s enough waking up without wanting to judo/ Chop…every person who gets in your way/ When you didn’t even wanna bother getting up today// CHORUS But the blues ain’t forever/ x2 Just the usual weather/ x2 This int a foolish endeavour/ x2 We can do it together// x2 Keep having dreams/ Even if no-one believes in them/ Breathe in and be free/ Things aren’t as bleak as they seem/ Keep having dreams/ Even if no-one believes in them/ Breathe out any doubt/ Things aren’t as bleak as they seem// Trying to write a feel good song but feel crap/ Mental health grabs the top of your noggin and peels back/ Or kicks the heck out of your energy with steel caps/ …Everyone’s self esteem reveals gaps/ But the person in charge is you/ Many simple tasks we can hardly do/ …Waking up in the morning is carnage too/ Wanna kill yourself before you’ve had a brew/ Stop…put the kettle on/ Put some good hip-hop or some metal on/ Don’t put the news or the telly on/ And don’t take any crap from anyone// CHORUS Tried to write a feel good song but hate lots/ Posed selfie taking, likes and faceswaps/ Celebrity worship, sycophants, name drops/ That factory they have in hell that makes pop/ If there’s a bad smell people don’t wanna sniff it/ But bad sounds in your ears – people live with it/ You are the product – of what you put in your body/ That’s why everyone seems to cut or they copy/ Couldn’t we probably start again and agree that love for a hobby’s/ A greater purpose than needing people to look at you properly?/ Cos you emulate them and you look like twins/ We get the blues sometimes cos we don’t fit in// CHORUS Tried to write a feel good album, guess what?/ It still came out a little jaded and pissed off/ But I did all the production and there’s no guest spots/ And it makes me smile so I gave it my best shot/ I needed this the reason is my recent thing is being miserable/ I’m stuck between this feeling that I’m pitiful/ For not being a stronger individual/ Versus falling apart cos my Dad’s in an assisted living home/ …Cos people have got it worse/ And everybody dies, at least he was there from birth/ At least he was spared the curse/ Of being aware that we are despairing at the unfairness as people prepare him to leave the earth/…/
Skyscrapers don’t collapse when plane’s hit ‘em/ Twin Towers and Building 7 were controlled demolitions/ Don’t get me started on the Pentagon/ The FBI removed all frames of footage except for one/ What was to gain from a government attacking itself?/ A reason to attack Iraq, Afghanistan and as well/ Keep people afraid, plus there’s money in war/ Plus all the world trade buildings had recently been insured/ Plus Building 7 was full of documents on corporate fraud/ FBI, CIA, NSA records/ Rumsfeld said 2 trillion was un-accounted for/ The day after the offices involved were no more/ And so on, the moon landing wasn’t faked/ But Dodi Fayed and Princess Diana’s death wasn’t a mistake/ 14 cameras in the tunnel and none of them had tape/ “Oh it must have been the driver, he was drunk and in a state”/ Not the royal family scared of a Muslim heir/ Got MI6 on the line so they could bump the pair/ Just like Jill Dando ‘bout to expose the pedophiles/ That Operation Yew Tree have only now got on trial/ And what’s goin on with the Rothschilds?/ While the globe haemorrhages money they stockpile/ They invested in war, then leant ‘em some more/ Collected debts, and now are we in debt to them all?/ Refugees, people say we don’t want them now/ They’re only here cos we paid our government to bomb their towns/ What came first, the terrorist who decided to attack/ Or the antagonists that killed his family and that?/ We get fed that Islam preaches hate/ And look at the States were Christian based apes up the murder rate/ And it’s easiest for us to click on a pic of a cat/ To cheer ourselves up instead of dealing with that//