MY NEW FAV. BAND

MY NEW FAV. BAND

Super hooked on Culture For Pigeon.

So I created a MOG account, just because Spotify banned me from using theirs. I like this site a lot better. My emotions will be fed until they’re not hungry anymore. If that’s the case, is barf artistic expression?

Also, as a sort of significant side note, “Tracy” Wynne Greenwood, is a lesbian feminist video artist. Life = Saved.

Silence Yourself!

Silence Yourself!

I got to check out Savages at the El Rey last Tuesday. They performed their new (and only) album, Silence Yourself and attracted a huge/older crowd. Hot damn, these women were too sexy for the stage. I would seriously love to meet (or marry) Jehnny Beth and Gemma Thompson. ❤

"The world used to be silent
Now it has too many voices
And the noises are constant distraction
They multiply, intensify
They will divert your attention from what's convenient
And forget to tell you about yourself
We live in an age of many stimulations
If you are focused, you are harder to reach
If you are distracted, you are available
You are distracted, you are available
You want to take part in everything
And everything to be a part of you
Your head is spinning faster at the end of your spine
Until you have no face at all
And yet if the world would shut up, even for a while
Perhaps we will start hearing the distant rhythm of an angry young tune
And recompose ourselves
Perhaps having deconstructed everything
We should be thinking about putting everything back together

Silence yourself!"

Trigger

Behind my painted smile where all the revolutionary noise is nothing but a lost little boy
Confused and insecure, arrogant and oversure
Egotistical prick’s so come on please praise me more
It’s great that my music bettered you but I contemplate murder every day
so don’t put me on a pedestal
Blast truly it’s the vehicle the music just run’s through me
In my better moments I could let the universe use me.

Behind my smile there’s generations of pain, self-hatred, ingrained miseducating my brain
Decimated the place where my dead relations where slain
Not just physically but mentally penetrated our veins
What you got inside hasn’t gotta die once it can die a lot of time’s, that I promise my son
Analyze every song that I’ve done – tryna fight colonialism with a colonized tongue

Here I stand again

Living in sin

Caught up,In the dream

Behind the painted smile

Behind my painted smile is the most painful grimace
The mental prison I live in cause I am so conditioned
By my privilege, what a strange contradiction
To grow up brown in britain and know that your living was paid for by a carcass that resembles yours
Born in the heart of the empire
You’re worth more than I was just like you
But less then the native one’s, raised by my mum but in this world I am a father’s son

Behind my painted smile, a very flawed human being
Done many things that I regret and never knew the reason
What do you believe in, truth or freedom or are you deceiving?
I don’t wanna die in frustration to European’s
They say the answer is within you and nowhere else
Understand the vision man on a mission to know himself
This is for my co-defendant’s no retreat and no surrender
You probably think that we don’t remember,Ota Benga

The smile is painted on my face is tainted by a frown
Picture in the pocket’s of blood that decorate the town
Trigger jum bullets sung and gun’s hum
Then everyone that’s dead was somebody’s someone

Behind my painted smile I feel like a naked child
Maybe rapping ain’t for now? Cos my passion’s bathing out
Up early though I search and roam along this dirty road
Just another traveler taking a long journey home
All this talk of intervention to protect on what is the intention
Same as it ever was the colonial past and present
And more respect for most of the right winger’s
Than the paternalistic patronizing little bigot
Our way of life is so divine, we should intervene
Select war and export the British dream
Behind cinema screen’s there’s much that isn’t seen
George Clooney war movies never bring my children peace

Yo fam,you ever wake up and just feel like fucking off,and never comming back to this place and just shutting off

Can’t keep us captive

See the tactic’s

To keep us passive

We beat the fascists

Release the classic’s

And reach the masses!

Akala & Lowkey