An ordinary day

An Ordinary Day

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Bite Me (Instrumental)

"Static in the Frame" 

Lyrics

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

...Everybody's smiling. Everybody's clapping.

They’re all looking at me, I don't know what's happening.

They’re hanging on a version of me that I just... invented.

Polished it, rehearsed it, presented.

I nod and say "thank you," but the words are hollow.

It's a flavor I can't taste, a pill I can't swallow.

How'd I even get here? I'm just reading a script.

Just a house of cards... watch it tip...

(Pre-Chorus) 

The camera's in my face, the flash is too bright.

They're gonna see the cracks if I stay in the light.

They're gonna see it, they're gonna see it, they're gonna—

(Chorus 1) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! TELL ME CAN YOU SEE IT?!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING WITH A HOLLOW CROWN!

Y'ALL KEEP BUILDING ME UP, I'M GONNA TEAR IT ALL DOWN!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

JUST A GOOD ACTOR!

(Post-Chorus / "Turnaround")

 ...Okay.

(Verse 2) 

He just shook my hand, he said, (imitating) "That was genius."

...I just heard "liar."

What's the difference?

This whole operation is running on wires

and glue and good luck. I'm a... a product.

I'm a well-managed brand.

And this "cool" exterior (chuckles) wasn't even what I planned.

It's just a shell. It's just a pose.

And the real me is... nobody knows.

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

The smile is getting heavy, my back is to the wall.

The clock is ticking, the clock is ticking, the clock is—

(Chorus 2) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! TELL ME CAN YOU SEE IT?!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING WITH A HOLLOW CROWN!

Y'ALL KEEP BUILDING ME UP, I'M GONNA TEAR IT ALL DOWN!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

JUST A GOOD ACTOR!

(Bridge) 

It's so quiet... when they all go home.

(long pause)

...Isn't it?

(Final Chorus) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING IN A PLASTIC CHAIR!

YOU CAN'T TEAR ME DOWN 'CAUSE I'M NOT EVEN REAL!

HOW DOES IT FEEL?! HUH?! HOW DOES IT FEEL?!

THE JOKE IS ON ME!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

...I'M NOT A GOOD ACTOR!

(Outro)

Static in the Frame

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

Rock Like B4

Yeah
When darkness falls
Right there is when the scums love to crawl
Dressed in black overalls
Witness evil as it sprawls

The scene is dark late at the night
The birds sing nought… cancelled their flight
Men kill… just out of spite
The fighter brawls… he’s drunk 2nit

Mentally bent… sentimental
Heavily spent… elemental
It’s just a deep situation
Regardless of your observation
Call it a deep notification
You’re slow to the conversation
Patiently calm demeanour
Drunk off the whiskey I pour

Just what I thought you were into
All sounds fun when you’re mental
All this right here that you’re feeling
Still your emotions are leaking
Shut up your mouth when I’m speaking
Drunk while your Mrs is cheating
Where was your love when it’s fleeting
Gambling your love on some street thing

Chorus:
Calm yourself
You’ll lose
Try again
You’ll win

Calm yourself
You’ll lose
Try again
And you’ll win

Verse 2:

When the pressure’s high

The tide rolls in

Try seek hit the sky

You’ll

Fly

I know not this guy
You’re stolen
Listen to me, guy
Or you’ll die 💀

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Rock Like B4

Look out of the window
What do you see?
Darkness?
Snow
Endless snow

Not the soft kind
not the cruel kind
just the arriving kind
uncommitted
unfinished
forgetting each landing
as soon as it happens
And I think 
of how we fall
quietly
before noticing the height

It multiplies names
while it falls
grain-snow
thread-snow
stumble-snow
sideways-snow,
the I-never-meant-to-be-here snow
the don't-write-me-down-yet snow
Each one a rehearsal
for falling toward someone
or falling away

Each flake invents its own grammar
drops it rewrites it mid-air
White that erases itself
white that remembers dusk
white that doubts white
The way we doubt ourselves
halfway down the fall

I try counting
fail
try again
They keep shifting pronunciations
whirl-snow
hush-snow
window-scratch snow
the maybe-I-was-rain snow
Every name a variation
on wanting to fall
and not knowing where to land

They don't fall
They negotiate with gravity
swerve, stall, hesitate
descend like hesitant monks
in dissolving robes
geometry forgetting its edges
Like the moment a heart slips
not quite rising
not quite breaking

Some drift upward
some drift nowhere
some land only on the idea of landing
I've done that too
falling without touching
falling without choosing

Under the streetlamp
they turn to brief insects of light
cold, transparent
bright without reason
free for exactly one second
A second is enough
to fall for someone
or fall out
or fall through yourself

I stand
They continue
They keep their hundred names
and give none away
Snow remembers nothing
perhaps that's why
it looks so alive
as it falls
Perhaps that's why
we do too

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