Comparison.
They’re neon, I’m fluorescent
They got the fools to tell ‘em where to get famous at
They got the rules
To make everyone approve
Of their superiority
And me? I go to sleep
I stand still
There’s no thrill
It’s all real
The dream is over
Forget about closure
Forget about ever having somebody else to take care of your shit
But them? They’re lit
They’re lit. They’re a hit
They’re the holy mother of god’s clit
And me? We’ll, I’m addicted
To everything I hate
I’m not related to the real me
I don’t know if it even exists
What am I missing?
I’m an outsider
Outside of everything
Right next to your screen
I’m unseen
I’m unmanageable
That’s why I don’t find a manager
To manage me right back into the light
Heck, it’s not my right
But despite that I must endure
I think
I’m sure
I’m good enough
Even though from this end it looks pretty rough
Even though every second step I take feels like sinking in tar
It’s way too far
Way too hard
Way too dark
It’s way too much
I need a crutch
I try to revitalize my own self
But I need to be touched
I don’t know
Maybe I just don’t make the cut
Maybe I’m a loser, maybe I’m a slut
Sure think is that I’m stuck in a rut
(...connected to a soul
To a pair of hands
To self control
To a wider lens
I need a friend
Friend!)
Seattle band Polyrhythmics perfect a mad-scientist approach to afrobeat on their latest record, switching up styles and textures as they go. Bandcamp New & Notable May 20, 2020