Hello depression, hello obsession
This decrepit friendship
Put the x's on lips
Every syllable missed
Every twist in the mix
Made me wonder who I am when I already knew
This alignment of blues made the violence confused
How the violins played out like slitting my wrists
Up the block, not across the street, to the picket fence
Where the kids sit and wish for holes patched in their ships
Friendships get missed when the fabric gets ripped
That's a tactic that sits in the attic of witch,
Smell the Liquor and vomit when she's blowing a kiss,
Cause she's cloaking her dents and not owning that shit,
That's why flowers exist and they wilt without water,
Skinny love gets thinner in a system of honor,
Antagonised the offer the fatherless daughter,
Can't see without her eyes closed inside of her monster
You know that though
Those old back roads
Don't go back home
So you sold that soul
When you rowed that boat
Yeah, stay afloat
With them lungs all water soaked
And you are too. I hope regret never finds you
I hope you’re happy, and the happiness guides you
‘Cause opposites attract to the opposite spectrum
Mirrors on mirrors, and the mirrors that reflect them
There's toxins in the oxygen lost within the options when
You opted for the obvious friend
I used to be him, I held that shit for ransom
When handsome doesn't make love feel like no anthem
And whispers get mixtures that carry tomahawks
That swing for the bleachers when they cut a level head
I want a conversation but instead I feel death
I hope you talk me off the ledge so I don't jump into bed
You know that though
Those old back roads
Don't go back home
So you sold that soul
When you rowed that boat
Yeah, stay afloat
With them lungs all water soaked
The hate all left I never thought that it would
The hurt never did but I never thought that it could
She put the misses in understood and used it like firewood,
And burnt our house down when she walked away for good,
I don't know if that's evil I just know that she's not,
Dark spots on heart knots that turned into nooses, and
When the only person you can love ran out of uses.
You wanna shut the lights out and turn off the music.
Calm and lackadaisical but never without a hint (an overdose) of melancholy. Sadistik's understated delivery sports only a shadow of the energy of earlier releases. The instrumentation, with its clean angelic vocals paired with broken piano and string chords feels like it embodies the distant observation of beauty from below that pervades the entire album. Jof
Fuck yeah man lets fucking GO!!!
absolutely smashing album I love P.O.S i love Astronautalis but this album is more than the sum of that, it made me rething like genre and how i think abt music. This album has everything i love about rap AND punk, it's rough and agressive and tender and nostalgic and sincere and cynical and makes me Feel Things Niki
An instrumental dance album inspired by and dedicated to all women of the world; one of many recent releases for The Cornel West Theory. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2018
Sage Francis is truly the real deal. THIS is how rap should be... and he's a king amongst even the 5% of those mic slayers
confessional; witty; deep; poetic. master of his craft. thank you Sage
every track kills. can't choose one granthologist