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Demo recorded in Ben Toppi's Bedroom, Summer of 2016
Vocals by Myles Bullen, Ben Toppi, and Topher
lyrics
Move the anxious right out of me
Mastering my anatomy
Strong bones, blood flow, move your muscles
Massage the fascia, squeeze the struggle right out of me
Balancing manic artistry
Consuming all of me
Never domestic I'm collar free
Caught up in coloring
The black and white society
Racial conflict, hatred make us all sick
Calling quits, I can’t stand politics
I’ve been working on the finish you can see I polish it
I Dig it deep, you falling in
You wait to fall asleep to dream
My dream is just to live
I’ve been vividly visioning
Altering my reality
physically fishing for
A future fulfillment
It swallowed me,
Thinking economy
Than spending time with my father
Not staying hydrated, I’m not drinking enough water
Caught up in making money
Not thinking about my health
Not building any skills
That lead to feeling happy
So I’m dirty, I'm ugly, I’m angry, I'm nasty
I’m casting a shadow of selfishness
Around my salary, judging my talents
Not knowing my limits,
not giving a fuck
About anybody's opinion
If everybody is thinking, then who will be there to listen?
More about what I’m doing
Instead what others are calling me
This is just the surface
Of celebrating Psychology
Speaking you can not silence me
This world might kill me,
It's cruel indeed.
and when I die I will bleed
The color of the last sunset that I seen
I see you feeling weak
Maybe cause you over working 8 days a week,
never sober you don’t hold inner peace
You used to meditate,
now you eat junk food, And watch Netflix All day
You need a new mantra, man you need pray
Put reality back into context,
Complex, content
Confidence, conscious
Conquest, teach poetry to convicts
Honest. keep it real
Find the spot that you fit in
Then get it locked in
I live life as an artist,
I'm wood block carving
A crow pose on the carpet
Dope flows and the bass got hard hits
Listen to your inner intuition it’s inching itself
out to speak
To live with gratitude, it’s up to me
Can I sit in silence uncomfortably?
Comfort me
Keep nothing, give it all away
But, make sure you get paid
And, make sure your amazing
If ,you want to live the dream
Than, you better keep chasing
Forget about self doubt, now you erase it
Put positive encouragement there to replace it
Love how your living or change it
Run from your demon or face him
Insecurity debilitating every bodies energy,
People who always looking for an enemy
Musician on the street singing out a melody
While a teenager gets slapped with felony
So many feet on the street this city is a centipede
This is the wake up century
Questioning authority
Channeling destiny
Opening up and now we’re remembering
credits
released September 20, 2016
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