Name: Yes sir, no sir by Geeky Animals
Duration: 3 min 16 s
Description: Modern pop anthems exposing the dark underbelly of corporate culture, from backstabbing colleagues to disposable loyalty.

This is how I work, how I live, how I make anything.

I don’t skim. I go under. I stay.

It’s not obsession. It’s rhythm.

I submerge so I don’t disappear.

Submerge

Tonight Feels So Right/ Seraya Davis

Roses

not this

The morning light, a faded grey
Seeps through the cracks to start the day
A static hum where thoughts should be
It drowns the world outside for me
My body's lead, my limbs are stone
A hollow ache I've always known
They say "get up, just join the fight"
But I've surrendered to the night

And there's a darkness in my head
A garden where the flowers are dead
The future is a long, black hall
And I am waiting for the fall
There is no sun, there is no sound
Just this cold and heavy ground
My voice is just an echo in the void
A broken, sad, forgotten toy

I see the faces passing by
Reflected in my vacant eye
They laugh and talk, a different beat
A language that I can't repeat
I'm just a ghost inside my skin
A war that I can never win
I pull the blankets over me
Pretending that I cannot see

'Cause there's a darkness in my head
A garden where the flowers are dead
The future is a long, black hall
And I am waiting for the fall
There is no sun, there is no sound
Just this cold and heavy ground
My voice is just an echo in the void
A broken, sad, forgotten toy

I try to dream of something bright
A distant, fading, ghostly light
A memory of how it felt
Before this sadness came and dwelt
Inside my chest, a permanent guest
Who puts my weary soul to test
But every time I close my eyes
The darkness simply multiplies

An echo in the void... so small
There's nothing here... nothing at all
The grey just seeps into the bone
The static hums its lonely tone
It's dark... it's dark...
And I'm alone.

Re:strung

Darkness in my head (RMX)

Tide of You

Modern pop anthems exposing the dark underbelly of corporate culture, from backstabbing colleagues to disposable loyalty. 

Yes sir, no sir

Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door 

Rain on the sill doin’ soft percussion,
 little tap-tap sermon, low-key discussion.
 Roof says “shh,” gutter hums bass,
 streetlight drips down the glass on my face.
 Love, I swear, I ain’t healed, I’m just here,
 I’m just breathin’, still, in the same old chair.
 Still got bags under both my eyes,
 still got nights where the brave bit lies.
 But listen , we made it through one more round,
 curtains closed while the whole world frowned.
 Didn’t cure grief, didn’t cure pain,
 but we held hands and we let it rain.
 Didn’t fix much, didn’t fix me,
 but we stayed soft and we made tea.
 That’s worth thanks. I mean it true.
 I’m still in love with the sight of you.
 I’m still in love with the sound of “stay,”
 low voice, hallway, end of day.
 Tiny miracles, proper small,
 ain’t that mad? We kept them all.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.
(zitar arpeggios brighten a little here, almost like tiny bells)

This ain’t joy with fireworks, bang, ta-da,
 it’s calm in a hoodie, socks in a draught.
 It’s “you eat first, I’ll nick what’s left,”
 it’s holding my breath when you look that wrecked.
 It’s you on the mat with your hair all wild,
 muttering slow like a sleepy child.
 It’s me not askin’, just passin’ toast,
 kiss on your temple, “you did most.”
 It’s us in the shop with a two-quid coin,
 laughin’ ‘cos we can’t afford the join.
 It’s “we’ll be fine,” and kind of mean it,
 blagging tomorrow ‘til we’ve seen it.
 It’s rain hittin’ puddles in sync with the heart,
 same bpm since the very first start.
 Same old hum in the bones, that drum,
 sayin’ “we’re knackered, love, but we’re not done.”
 And that’s grace, yeah? I’ll call it grace,
 not in church, in this place.
 In this flat, in this late night room,
 where rain makes halo in the gloom.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.
(rain ambience swells slightly, like the weather's answering)

We’ve been through it, yeah? understatin’.
 Whole bodies made out of waiting.
 Whole weeks built on “later, later,”
 whole chests tight like radiator.
 Had nights I was half dissolved,
 whole life askin’ to be solved.
 Had mornings you couldn’t get up, no chance ,
 eyes on the floor, in a grief trance.
 Still, we’re here. That matters most.
 Two spoons. One jam. One piece of toast.
 Soft playlist playin’ on a pound-shop phone,
 two of us crowded ‘round it like home.
 Still, we’re kind. That’s not nothin’.
 Still, we’re warm. That’s not bluffin’.
 Still, we check “you good?” at three,
 half-asleep but honestly.
 Still, we cover each other in quilts,
 even with all that ache we built.
 Still, we’re sayin’ “I love you, stay,”
 not big speech, just everyday.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.

small blessings (ft. rain)

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Yes sir, no sir

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