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daSilla Interlude
02:05
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Maybe we’re just looking for something under the weather
Because a part of me gets hungry
All my demons are on the welfare
And all my friends are lonely
we’re still dying with no healthcare
I was in the kitchen when you told me
I was in Vancouver when you found me
I write songs like old obituaries
but that might be the old me
And maybe this is a symbol of the way things are,
I’m scraping pennies just to pay the road tax on my car
The housing markets are gone through the roof
And my one-bedroom apartment on the edge of town is proof
That the way things are going is fucked up
The rich are getting richer and it doesn’t look good
You’d want to take a look at the suicide rates in my hood
the answers you can’t find in a bottle bookies or bible
But I was on the late night dial up
Asking Jeeves for answers to the keys to survival,
I might just have to call you when I find them,
They’re buried in the couch or in my mind love,
I was on a seek and you shall find buzz
But I was in the kitchen when you told me
I was in Vancouver when you phoned me
I write songs like old obituaries
but that might be the old me
Yeah, I think that that’s the old me.
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Maybe this is the only home I’ve ever known
I fell asleep while dreaming of the times gone
The rain is tapping on me like a metronome
I fell asleep and woke up with the heavens open
I love the winter, I’m co dependent,
Of all the seasons, I’m the descendent,
I’ve found a reason
The rain been tapping on me so long
I should have come and gone
So I took out a loan so long
It fucked my credit score
And Ive been on the phone so long
My fuckin credits gone
So I told both my folks so long
And then I hit the door
My lifes full of broken humans
I was on the roof in NYC
Mind full of broken musings
I was late night running from the truth
Maybe I’m still running from the truth.
Lighting candles in my room man I was awkward in my youth
And all my fantasies are burning I was young and here’s the proof
And all the drowning adolescence
All my dreams were dipped in truth
All our dreams are dipped in gasoline
I’m falling from the roof
And man I’ve got my reasons
My minds set on leaving
Can’t bare the sinking feeling
It’s just one fall to freedom
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4. |
Xanax ft. Adam Garrett
02:37
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Everybody’s got problems
All my friends are mad fucked up
I’ve got mates that sell kilos
Even I made a drop once
Every human’s got issues
I’ve got friends that do coke tonnes
There’s no such thing as a hero
Best of luck on the job front
I went and picked up a J1
I headed straight for San Francisco
I was with a couple of day 1’s
There’s no doubt that we were on a mission
It’s kind of hard to find a day job
When getting drunks your intuition
Mission district strip club
We didn’t have a pot to piss in
I haven’t popped a Xanax since my son was born
I think that I was only taking them cus’ my heart was sore
I used to fall apart on my apartment floor
You watched me fall apart
Are we ex best friends or are we meant to be beefing?
Cus’ I passed you in the street and you looked mentally beaten
I’ve got a pile of your old books that I’m meant to be reading
Everybody’s got a book that they’re meant to be reading
You don’t look the way I dreamed
I fantasize of all the towns we’ll never leave
We might never leave here.
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5. |
Angel On My Shoulder
03:44
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Some days I want to put this city on the map
And some days I want to put it in my rear view
There’s mornings I feel fear when the rents due
But I always feel such pride for what my friends do
And I’ve got so much love to spread to others
That sometimes there’s not much left to give my woman
I sell my family short but I’m strong in public
And I’d die for you if you’re from Dublin
My opinion doesn’t have to be gospel
But every young person’s only three poor
decisions away from a hostel
They’ll sell your family short and they’ll starve you in public
Would you die for me if you’re from Dublin?
I’ve got an angel on my shoulder
the devil sent a postcard
I was searching for meaning in the middle of a snow storm
I was listening to ‘Seasons in the Abyss’ before the concert
Maybe looking for reasons to exist among the monsters
I’ve got an angel on my shoulder
the devil sent a postcard
I was searching for meaning in the middle of a snow storm
I was listening to ‘Seasons in the Abyss’ before the concert
Maybe looking for reasons to exist among the monsters
I’m on the bus on the way home
I’ve been out singing the same song
I’ve been out looking for day’s gone
Chasing the bottle my day’s gone
But my demons are friendly I stay strong
I had a girl that I worshipped
I gave her a ring on a Thursday
Gave her my love she deserved it
She gave me her love cus’ I earned it
But I cannot wait for the birth
For my boy I’ma give him the earth
Me I was born on the first
And my ma she gave me the world
This country was no place for girls
The kitchen was all that they served
And now we must give them the world
We learn and we grow and observe
I used to pray for better things
At a session on amphetamines
Til’ I went and bought a wedding ring
Saved up to order it and everything
We’re not important, we are everything
You’re not a port, you are my everything
I’m out in Portland loving everything
We might be poor, but love is everything
I’ve got an angel on my shoulder
the devil sent a postcard
I was searching for meaning in the middle of a snow storm
I was listening to ‘Seasons in the Abyss’ before the concert
Maybe looking for reasons to exist among the monsters
You might think I medicate
I just want to be here for my better days
Ma she called me up she hopes the weather stays
I hope that I can meet my son and see his face
I walk up through Kilmainham,
Our forefathers went to jail here
There was no such thing as bail here
They were thrown in concrete cells
With echoes screaming of rebellion
And how the Brits could go to hell
They were fenians executed
for standing up for themselves
And now we’ve got twitter. And now we’ve got Facebook
And now we got an army of trolls
Leading an internet race war
I just can’t stand the hatred
You lack the courage to show your face
You lack the basic common sense to know that ignorance is basic
But you might think I medicate
I just want to be here for my better days
Ma she called me up she hopes the weather stays
I hope that she can meet my son and tie his laces.
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6. |
ATLAF Interlude
01:52
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I just got back all the leaves are falling on my home.
I’m on my own.
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I was at your funeral
I was in the cubicle
I was there when you were young
Laid out looking beautiful
You were born no silver spoon
You were born so beautiful
All the leaves are falling
As summer leads into autumn
The call of the wild is on us
Pick our brains up from the bottom
Dublin city rains in my soul
Its a fuckin savage reason to come home
Savagery that they all had to leave their homes
But its a fuckin savage feeling to come home
Maybe we just don’t belong
I was at your funeral
I was in the cubicle
I was there when you were young
You were there when I was 1
I was at your funeral
Your ma was on the pew with me
I saw you at the funeral
Maybe its not news to you, but I’ll be leaving soon
All the leaves are falling as summer turns into autumn
Call of the wild is on us
Pick our brains up from the bottom.
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And I don’t want to fight with you
I’d take a plane right through the sky
If it meant I’d spend the night with you
If that’d be alright with you
When I look into your eyes, I see universes lighting up
And that’s enough to lighten my load
I followed all the darkest roads that steer home
But maybe it’s the only home I’ve ever known
I was back in Berkeley in the bay when Mac Dre died,
And I know some days I’m hurting but some days I see blue skies
I paint my soul and my heart in this art,
I’m starting to act like these things don’t matter
I’m burning through dreams like shatter
The root of pain is attachment
And I’m latched to your catchment area
Like phony politicians
Who build up promises without caring
It’s scary how much we’re sharing
Like limewire torrent pairing
I gave this city my all
Now my all has all but lost its bearings
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9. |
Red Tree Interlude
03:30
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I met you in the winter you were wasting time
I saw you in the summer you had eyes like mine
Cus’ they were looking bloodshot
From dealing with the subplots
And smiling in the mug shots
From all the beer and club shots
While I was at the bus stop
You were dealing in the drug spot
You were always singing drunk songs
Seemed like you were in a good spot
Ones to watch you had that one spot
We shared the same roof what a fun spot
Spot a 20 that’s a good spot
Just pay me back when you’ve got a good plot
I cannot wait to get back to the gaff and just lay there,
I cannot wait to get back to the sack and just stay there
I cannot wait till to watch all our troubles fade away
I’m dreaming deep of sunny trees
And burning embers in a cooling breeze W
while I fall asleep and wake up in a different dream
Wake up in a different scene
All the shit that we believe
All the lies are on TV
All our lives are on the screen
All i want is something real
All I want to do is feel
All I want to be is me
Love is all I really need
I’ve been out looking for everything / anything
I cannot wait for the day to bring anything
I had to let go of everything, just to find meaning in anything,
I’ve been a keeper of faith since a baby
I’ve been a seeker of truth since the 80’s,
I’ve got a vision of all of us living in paradise and my ma driving a Mercedes
My ma she drives a Mercedes
But her baby was born in the 80’s
When Barry McGuigan was famous
When Reagan and Nancy set cages
Michael J Fox and the Swayze’s
The internet hadn’t yet catered
To all of us insecure babies
All of us out here were looking for love
We’re chasing the bottle, we’re looking for drugs
And maybe you see me just give me a hug
Or maybe just see me and give me the nugs
But all of my life I was looking for something
Looking for anything looking for love
I stay fettered to the letters in my conscious
I stay weathered like a wolf without a conscience
I hold trouble like a bridge without a crossing
I place flowers like a Da that’s lost his daughter
I was shopping for a rope
Strong enough to burden all this hope
Long enough to tie up all these dreams
Home is not just only what it seems
Home is not just only what it seems
But once you leave once and then it changes
Friends they might not look at you the same way
I left home to travel, I was 18
You, you never stared at me the same way
You were only looking for the way home
You got lost and landed in the echoes
I don’t know
I’m sick of waiting for it all to go wrong.
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NEALO Dublin, Ireland
Nealo is a rapper & singer from Dublin, Ireland. He writes from the heart over soulful jazz instrumentals made by his friends. The new single ‘You Can’t Go Home Again’ is the first single from his debut album which will be released late Autumn in 2020.
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