Music To Isolate To

Gone With The Wind

1984

Addicted

forget u / im back

‘Who’s To Know’ is like if 2011 Tyler, the Creator and a 1980s Sci-Fi Film had a baby, and it knew too much for it’s own good. (FAR too much...)

LYRICS:
Sometimes you gotta
Take shape to find the message that’s hidden,
Your worst traits will manifest in your children,
I was skippin’ class way before they taught me division,
And I ain’t talkin’ math but the way that we livin’.
No sins forgiven
Repentance don’t mitigate the outcome,
And nobody can litigate without funds,
This is kangaroo, what them anchors do,
They threw us all in a kettle and now the anger brews.
Y’all been sleeping in,
When the existential dread comes creeping in,
So I don’t blame you, I felt it too,
I took the heat and I turned it into gold like a smelter do.
But what’s it all worth,
When one day a giant swallows up earth?
Where we headed? The great attractor.
Am I genius or the world’s greatest actor?
Who’s to know. 

You said your prayers and went to sleep, right?
Becoming who they want you to be.
We place chains on our feet just so we can feel at peace, right?
Is there another way it can be?
Who’s to know.
What is the apogee of time?
Who’s to know.
If your reality is mine?
Who’s to know.
What’s at the bottom of black holes?
I might take a trip and then follow it back home. 

Welcome to my bizarre mind,
I’ve got the Courage of a Cowardly Dog near The Far Side, yeah,
Spaghetti monster that’s my archetype, 
Like it was written through the vision of a sharks eye.
You form lines like rigatoni,
Just to buy a new slate for your testimony,
There’s no hate, just perspective homie,
We should all take a look around.
Because these damn Pinkertons all crooks and clowns,
But you can still hop with a foot in your mouth,
That’s loyalty, a pedestal for your royalty,
And so it goes till we’re all eatin’ Soylent Green.
But who do I kid?
The man’s got you by the throat you probably like it.
Guess every villain needs a sidekick,
How could we ever be united?
Who’s to know. 

You said your prayers and went to sleep, right?
Becoming who they want you to be.
We place chains on our feet just so we can feel at peace, right?
Is there another way it can be?
Who’s to know.
What is the apogee of time?
Who’s to know.
If your reality is mine?
Who’s to know.
What’s at the bottom of black holes?
I might take a trip and then follow it back home. 
Who’s to know.

Who's To Know

This track captures the struggle between intuition and inhibition, a tenable self-determination against the pressures of external scrutiny. No conflict comes without its casualties, and in the end, the only true victor is The Reaper themself. 

Lyrics:
Yeah, look,
I tie my mind in a noose
And then jump from the roof,
Just another day livin’
As a mental recluse,
I been shacked in the booth
While you slappin’ your gooch,
Back spitting truth 
Your reaction is proof,
Don’t be shy about it, 
Think we all have a lying habit,
Anything to cover the shame,
But porn stars and priests
Be fuckin’ the same,
So when the gods feast
Imma fill up a plate, then,
Gobble it clean you goblin fiends,
Till we all fall out 
Like some wobblin’ teeth,
We all fall out
We just squabblin’ teens,
Now we all Fall Out
Vault dwellers relieved, ah,
You couldn’t even fuck up my vibe
If my new shoes arrived 
And nothin’ inside,
I’ll shine till I die
And go out with a bang,
I’m a star baby
I was born this way. 

Hold the line,
I’m just honin’ my grind,
Till my ear bones decline
And I’m zonin’ out blind,
Imagine finding out 
All you know is a lie,
That’s why I’m in the house
Never goin’ outside, 
It’s a jungle, 
Vegetation and vines, 
Concrete cults 
Replicate and divide, 
Till they crumble, 
But they takin’ they time, 
I’ll never take part
If you claimin’ divine, ah,
So it’s hell I wait on, 
I used to sell shit 
You can melt your face on, but, 
There’s better grids to race on,
Especially when pigs
Wanna get they chase on, look,
That’s just a hole in my side,
Without the lows
You could never be high, 
That’s how it go
It’s a factor of life,
We all gon’ die 
It’s just a matter of time. 

Ah, it’s a matter of time,
Slow freeze
Up the mountain we climb, 
There’s no peace 
Till the end of the line,
A bunch of cold meat
On the end of your spine, ah, 
Said it’s a matter of time,
Many go 
‘Fore they grow to they prime, 
The wind blow
And the bumblebee fly, 
We all ‘gon die
It’s just a matter of time.

Slow Freeze

Fredrick Red is the tempest, the freedom of your wrath.

Fredrick Red is a fever dream, the construct of your bewildered mind. 

Fredrick Red is the void, in which you find yourself sinking ever deeper.

Fredrick Red

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