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DELE SOSIMI :
We encourage all those lovely people
that love to not be normal
Wake up
seven in the morning
Go to work with your tie, coat
Come back 5 o clock in the evening
Have dinner
Watch TV
Go to bed
do the same thing again
NO!
I wanna get up at around 11 O Clock
Hit Passing Clouds around midnight
Start performing 1.30 in the morning
and finish about 5 o clock in the morning
Because we are creatiive minds
When the moon comes out
Your creative juices start to flow
And if they deny us this
What is the point of existing?
Dizraeli:
Being relegated to your margins
We soar over your scene
We’ve got Ellington for company
And the wide woodland green
We’re coming for your mind
hello hello
We’re coming for your mind
hello hello
Coming for your mind
Seen as you
Saw it fit to relegate us to the sidelines
We’re sweeping up the board
And none of you can recline
We will not be ignored
Coming thru the walls
Ahuh!
Hello hello
Coming thru the carpet
Hello hello
We’re coming thru the walls
Hello hello
Coming for your mind
Hello hello
I can feel it running through the back of your earphones
It’s electric, it’s electric
I can feel it through the top of your skull
It’s electric, it’s electric
Ooohhhhhh
You are in a captive state honey
And I am in the soil and soul
The soil and soul
But I can make you sleep
I can make you tall
I can make you here now
I can make you sleep
I can make you tall
I can make you here now
Cos we’re coming thru the walls
hello hello
Coming thru the carpet
We are coming thru the walls baby
We are coming
Coming for your mind
We are coming for your mind…
We are coming for your mind…
We are coming for your mind…
We are coming for your mind…
We are coming for your mind…
It’s electric it’s electric it’s electric….
It’s electric it’s electric it’s electric….
It’s electric it’s electric it’s electric….
It’s electric it’s electric it’s electric….
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The Kid
03:28
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THE KID
still an animal
still an animal… shake…
still an animal
Conjuring Santa
Conjuring flying saucers
Eye of a sorceror
wide portal for fire waters
Magic rain
Reindeer for the sleigh
Imagination
He gave em mysterious names
Poo Bum and Popa Pola
Masher and Boa
Powered by hocus pocus
Kicking the chimneys over
Santa milks em every morning, he fills up a vase
Bangs his elbow
And trickles the milk on his face
Get with the programme yo
It's exceptionally simple
the Kid is a wizard,
the game is conceptual pinball
Anything's thin kable
When yr a kiddywinkle
Before God tells us we're sinful
Pre-sex and a pimple
We blaze from the faintest of inklings
Flame takes to the kindling and the fire's lit
He sprays 5D phrases in wing-dings
Angels with chromium wings blink at the sight of it
The kid
And here's a honeybomb for anyone who'll listen
the renaissance is under four foot tall
And he's never heard of money or of fiction
The kid is gonna blow your mind
Firing honeybombs and wild contradiction
The renaissance is popping off the wall
He couldn't give a frig for your career moves
The kid is gonna blow your mind
My son is an alien
Twin suns in the spaces in his skull
Swims air like a space station
Warps time like a crazy crazy black hole
My boy is a strange one
He’s teaching me to become a man
By flinging his banana juice at my shoes
By singing like a red hot vandalous
cantankerous broken amp
Flocks of electric orca
swim through him when he touches water
And as he dries off
His eyes are following the flightpaths of crocodile gods
From where he was before
My son wasn’t born in any hospital
He sprang from a fireplace in Tours
In a too-hot winter
Look he’s got maps for the end of the world in him
They’re coded in the smears in his nappies
Wild deer stampede down the tear tracks on his cheeks
Bruce Lee in a loin cloth
My boy’s got two teeth in his gums
Two teeth… And with them he snags beauties by the eyeload
I know no-one like my son
Strange one / alien
The kid
And here's a honeybomb for anyone who'll listen
the renaissance is under four foot tall
And he's never heard of money or of fiction
The kid is gonna blow your mind
Firing honeybombs and wild contradiction
The renaissance is popping off the wall
He couldn't give a frig for your career moves
The kid is gonna blow your mind
Blow your mind…. he’s gna blow your mind…. blow your mind
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Holy Holy
04:53
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HOLY HOLY
Are you serious? / I have a mind full of mischief from the science periods
When mr malone went bright vermillion trying to teach idiots
Many moons before I hung my shame on my sex and my privilege
Before we became mice minded men with kiddywinks
Before Nick went / Before time dimmed your brilliance
Back When we huddled round cigarettes like moons
And cassettes passed hands full of punk and wu tang clan tunes
The refrain we’d say was Oi mate
Oi mate!
This is Eden / the funfair's in for a day / in for a day
then the council comes to whisk it away
leaving a litter strewn park and half a stick of candy
floss the kids are randy / Lost they're splitting tabs
and jostling for a lick of mandy
They're off their tits and amped up
somebody stick a ramp up
they're boshing Lynx from out the lid
and Bob's too pissed to stand up
Stacy hold him back / he's starting on older lads
Doing his Hulk impression up and down the cul de sac
Callum's teaching me to roll a fag it's skills for life
lesson five
Lesson six - trying to get inside those polyester tights
I'm in love with Bex tonight / She's wearing a Rug Rats T shirt
the soundtrack is vomit, with poppers for the reverb
What a crock of creatures we were
Seeds of gods and goddesses
Posh kids mixed in with the sons of cleaners
Newly conscious of our penises but not our limits
All of us rocked the Wu Tang / Nobody got the lyrics
Very accomplished mimics though / still in the gleam of after
Birth we learn the shape of words / Fill in the meaning after
And it is holy holy
these are the stones that know me
Leave em alone and never move them
I have built a shrine
and it is holy holy
These are the roads that growed me
I'll take em with me to the finish line
Finish line
All of it holy holy
these are the stones that know me
Leave em alone and never move them
I have built a shrine
and it is holy holy
These are the roads that growed me
I'll take em with me to the finish line
Finish line
Portrait of the artist as a young eejit
Ornate as a vase sits full of dumb secrets
Always getting arsey with my mum she is
Saintly. Patient. Believing
Giving me love, applauding all my shaky-brained achievements
Making sure that there's a kitchen full of baked potato steam
For me to ride my Raleigh back to every sacred evening
Gravy stained my T shirt. We called dinner supper
My mama lived through struggle so she aimed for middle upper
We repaid her nicking stuff from Clifton that we could've bought
And Toby taught the ways of mischief to his little brother
Playing knockout ginger. Blims of hash up in the sock draw
Dominic had cable so we watched porn
learning rude German there at number fourteen,
However small it seems, nothing's deeper than your story
Cos it is holy holy
these are the stones that know me
Leave em alone and never move them
I have built a shrine
and it is holy holy
These are the roads that growed me
I'll take em with me to the finish line
Finish line
And it is holy holy
these are the stones that know me
Leave em alone and never move them
I have built a shrine
and it is holy holy
These are the roads that growed me
I'll take em with me to the finish line
Finish line
And if you see him up there tell him mickey finn’s closed
Tell him I’m still looking in at windows
trying to write raps & metaphors
Tell him griptape doesn’t scuff my daps anymore
And Stokes Croft is covered in coffee shops like coldsores
Tell him Eddie still never calls up, but it is all love
Tell him kids smashed the storefront singing my chorus
How d’you like them onions? Tell him I may never break through / but we’ll go for a fuckoff massive skate if I do
It’s all holy.
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4. |
Oh My Baby Boy
02:44
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OH MY BABY BOY
Oh my baby boy
Oh my baby boy
We’ve waited for ya
We’ve waited for you
Oh my baby boy
Oh my baby boy
We’ve waited for ya
We’ve waited for you
And now you’re here the rose ain’t rotten
and now you’re here there’s deeper shades
and now you’re here the rose ain’t rotten
and everything has found its final place
Oh my baby boy
Oh my baby boy
We’ve waited for ya
We’ve waited for you
And now you’re here the rose ain’t rotten
and now you’re here there’s deeper shades
and now you’re here the rose ain’t rotten
and everything has found its final place
and everything has found its final place
Oh my baby boy
Oh my baby boy
We’ve waited for ya
We’ve waited for you
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Dizraeli Bristol, UK
Multi-instrumentalist MC, singer, producer from Bristol, UK,
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