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Satanic Ambivalence

by Rebel Without A Coat

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stratphill Super chill vibes from Emily here 😍 Favorite track: 78.508 (ft. Marcus BRiTMOUF Mandible).
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Magic E 07:24
From the R. E. B. to the magic E To the L to the W to the I to the T To the H to the O to the U to the T To the A to the C to the O. A. T. R is for rapidly running round the ruins of a broken brain strewn with strange things brewin E is for empty heart achin with hunger for the love from the eternal source to make me feel younger, and B is for bored of searchin for rewards, not ever gettin closer to the crunch of the cause E is for everything I ever like to see gettin sucked into the void eventually L is for lovin the music too much to want it to sell, I want it to dwell deep inside you, now your money can go to hell W is for within, for all the things I sing take their sting from the original sin I is for i and i askin why we die, why we get high, get low, get so shy T is for the torment of devil's horns bent round ya neck, so schlecht 'til you give up on your quest H is for hate, such a distasteful waste of ya patience and grace which it sucks from ya face O is for oh my god, why won't this flow of insane inane mundane brain babble switch off U is for unable to stop gettin screwed by my own bullshit as it drops from my shoes T is for the trauma of your former years drowned, dowsed in warm beer, coming back as all of your forlorn fears A is for actually doin somethin about this shit and pullin yourself up from the pit C is for choosin who's in tune with your polarity or creatin your reality O is for obvious but so elusive hidden in plain sight like camouflaged troopers A is for attraction (comma) the law of whatever I resent and resist I get more of T is for teachin best the shit I need to know ...so motherfucker here we go (repeat chorus) From the R. E. B. to the magic E No you can't see me in a fantasy Cause I'm real, motherfucker and I gladly be the real Me, with all the glory and majesty of a Human bein who is feelin free Free as I can be ‘cause I'm Q-U-double-E-R Livin in the B-R-I-G-H-T-O-N Psychic when I'm flowin because I see where we're goin We're gonna stop blamin all the things around us For bein boxed in, havin stopped bein boundless Worshippin the ground which is dirtied by our brown sticky Egos trippin, we go tippin thirty dishes down the drain Does it sound insane that the profoundest pain Is knowin that shit's never comin back again? What is it? The proper shit All my words form a glock now I'm cockin it All my feelins form a cock now I'm blockin it All my people walk away now I'm lockin shit Down in my room all day until my pockets split Open with my hope-provokin poems and I flow a bit Strange sideways like a crab with spina bifida I'm'a slip in the references if I didn't think of a Piece of original pirate material but you can still Hear your rappin heroes gettin chewed up like Cheerio Cereals, cause I'm comin to the crunch of the issue, I'm Super serial like Al Gore if man-bear-pigs flew I'm with you but I'm so confused by what my Ink drew, I'm like Pingu babblin in his Igloo, and I ain't got no hit tunes But somehow you feel the truth of what just hit you (repeat chorus) From the R. E. B. to the magic E To the L to the W to I to the T To the H to the O to the U to the T...
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There's a fire in my soul and it's burnin low It only takes hold when it yearns to grow I learn to speak slow, and listen slower Try not to take control of the flow I know I Need a little time to build this patience How much time will it take? I'm not skilled with patience Need a little love to build this relationship With myself, but my current choice is escapin it Fakin it, when there's no real love that's takin it Upon itself to slap me in the face and sit with me until I get over the shock and rock me back and forth Until I realize there's a powerful force In here... that's what's out there Oh, shit, I think that's what might scare Me the most when I see the coast and I've been told that Everythin from the stream to the sea is the ghost Of everything that's real inside us All this energy can heal or divide us No creation, no destruction, no plus, no minus, No interruption, it's just that time is a Line that can cut through the finest most sublimest of moments And cut me off from the whole which is unbroken I miss the essence by trying to define this Maybe that's why I keep trying to rewind this And find the switch to fix all these oxymorons But these luscious deserts keep pourin more water on the Wilting immortal flower, the power that scorches and devours And in doing so regurgitates space In which life may grow And a white, plain snow may settle over it all And reflect that which I know And quietly that fire may glow 78.508 BPM with the 808 vibrations will replace what we take to be solid state then become the lines that we retrace (Marcus BRiTMOUF Mandible): I sat down with a drink to think and squeezed the lime in Sun's shinin, wow, what perfect timin Time to shake off the day, had me shackled in irons Keep aspirin, I count the buttons on the TV remote, and the ice cubes in the glass whilst they Still float. Take a sip, it's crisp, it tastes Good, sweet and silent, said it I meant it It's a mind's worth I'm mindin, one, one or two, like, 121112, no major loss Don't count the cost. The vinyl stopped, it's still fun Come back later, this is the house that I'm Not in. I'm busy, I'm busy Watchin clouds of smoke float, rinse my mouth out with hand soap For spittin mid toke, it's a steep slope On top a rockin boat, knock knock but it's not a joke Origami sails settin fire, yes You know it's so and so, and so I go and go Doin what I do best, generation yes men Front pretendin that they're X men
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ADHD 04:21
Your rap attacks are whacker than the crackheads that are backin ya Sit back, relax and gasp at my spectacular vernacular Ten packs of Maxipads couldn't withstand the flow that's smackin ya Pours from my loins, ladies lick it up like Dracula I be tappin lasses and slappin asses with spatulas You be snappin matches and passin gases of flatulence Catchin up with acrobatic tracks, ya have to practice em I just blast these badass flash rap bars by accident You murder these verses with curses as filler words This is the first that you've heard of my most perverse and absurd shit Yes I verbally murk twits while you just spit birdshit Curdled reworked hits to chew up and burp I'm hijackin mercs and hotwirin circuits You just pullin on your cock, you just jerkin I might be erratic but my fire is certain Your empty words couldn't set fire to a curtain (Chorus) I got some ADHD and a globe made of plastecine Gonna mold my crooked shapes out of everything I see See – you can't defeat me, you wouldn't wanna be me Cause you couldn't handle the talent undiscreetly Secreting like faeces from people who've eaten cheap meat From every orifice in a torrent of cosmic bliss Like the sea bleeds, feeds the beach the seaweed Feedin motherfuckers five-thousand rhymes is easy The difficult bit is stoppin it from soundin slightly cheesy Believe me, I've seen what these other MCs be Displayin, smellin like milk decayin, like Stilton Stayin in the sun all day, it's okay, I love a canape Pass it this way, pass me the whole tray I love to eat rappers like fromage frais So you suckers better get ya homage paid You should be honoured to say ya heard the song I played Simply slap my skills down on that page I'm so fuckin heavy I leave you all in a daze (Repeat Chorus) I repeat I be so fuckin heavy I leave you all in a daze I leave you feelin high like you've been smokin chronic for days So on it it's crazy, this the shit ya longin to play Don't even need to ricochet to set the forest ablaze And that's important to say Cause even with all the lyrics that I be pourin away I be storin the same amount for the stormiest days They all be the greatest and they never come close to fadin They come with warnins contained, cause of the Copious potent damage they cause to ya brain But your shit's just lame, it's awful and tame, Y'all should refrain, from ever takin the stage and performin again Nobody's clappin, nobody is pleased Everybody's just laughin like homeboy please Ha-ha-ha-ha-haa x2 (Repeat Chorus)
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I bust words in the air like caps and if your head's in the clouds you might just catch a blast Come down to Earth, they're just warnin blasts tryna startle you awake like a mornin blackbird Tweet (x17) Please know that what I'm spitting is a metaphor Peaceful atom splitting, hard-hitting and upsetting more People than it ought to, this raw juice is forced through Avenues of communication, they be havin you Rather screwed if you don't receive it with an attitude Of complete possitivity and deep gratitude If you're cross you're just not in line with my latitude You're cross cause you're crossin the wrong damn path ya fool Wait a minute, that was cruel I hear ya singin, Rebel that's not cool I guess I'm just a stupid useless little wanker tool Look see, I do it to myself too, thank you, school! You taught me to be so self-depricating So frustrated, so vacant, impatient and failure-hatin Thinkin my life is somethin to be achieved Instead of the sweet essence of spirit I breathe When I realized I was just me And there was nothing more that I needed to be, I was free, what a great big pissin relief, I guess It doesn't matter if I'm a little un-PC You see me, yeah the real me Not the dream me, motherfucker you feel me Un-PC, motherfuckers dissect me Cause I'm SC, spiritually correct, see? MC, she don't need no mic-check, see See if I sweat it if my rhymes get messy Sometimes they're just put there to test thee Or indeed put there to bless thee So you best accept and respect me But if you don't, that won't affect me No I won't feel too bereft, see the People in my life that count never left me (Repeat chorus) Tweet (x16) Now don't get crazy, you people amaze me Come together for a shared cause then you hate me Have a little daydream, then fill in the gaps Mistranslate me through memory lapse Then act you trackin some enemy traps Unhappy with matters about which Emily raps I can't read your mind like it's mentally mapped Don't regret what happened cause I can't edit the past Not lettin it last, your head is just trapped In the finer points like pickin at stitches of bigger pictures in these Tapestries that we breathe into our anatomies Sposed to be a whole but you split it into categories Pull apart my words of peace like you were the Pharisees and I was Jesus, yeah you be Pilot Trollin on that FB, verbally violent Fine then, I still won't be silenced Words have individual meanings And people have individual feelings Which can mean things can get a bit complicated Cause people hear things and tend to relate it To the place in time and space in which they're situated In which case objectivity can be obliterated And my message comes across the way they wish to take it And if the world view you choose is infused with hatred Then chances are you're gonna see a lot of it about Even if you're just watchin little kids dick about Always perceivin a deeper meanin But it's just the complexity of your mind forms a screenin Through which you see things, covered in demons Covered in intentions and political leanins When sometimes people are playin with words Chill the fuck out man, come down to Earth
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Tobacco 03:38
TOBACCO Tobacco...you a ho...and I know. Cause we've been together. And I've seen you fuck a whole lotta people. But you keep comin around here, comin around here, comin around here talkin your shit. And your shit goes a little somethin like this... "I'm a vice invited politely and quietly Into an impatient and volatile society How is it that weed is prohibited and I am legal?" I don't think that drugs are evil Different drugs do different things to different people But we be equal in our capacity To fall prey to demons no matter our tenacity Bielsebub he blackens me, constantly attackin me But it's his shiny staff I see, he crafted it so fashionably And now the stud, with the cig, that's the kid I have to be He tries to flatter me, he says that he'll look after me Leaves after every smoke, always comes back to me But when he turns his back to me He laughs at me I guess the complicated kind always attracted me A knackered slacker who's battered by factors stackin up Upon their back until they just snap, and start crackin up Is an easy target for a sanity crook It sneaks underneath your skin and starts plantin its hooks And now you wish you'd never been handed the stuff TOBBACCO, YOU FUCKIN HO, DON'T THINK I DON'T SEE THE WAY YOU SETTLE ON MY LUNGS LIKE BROWN SNOW CLIMB UP IN MY BRAIN LIKE A CLOWN SHOW MAKE ME GO SLOWLY INSANE LIKE A TICKIN TIME BOMB, IT'S SO BLATANT, HOW D'YOU KEEP IT ON THE DOWN-LOW? Now I know, I don't need ya Every time I light you up, fuck, I just feed ya Your effects are so immediate, they make me believe that This is the moment callin me to seize it But it's just my fear callin me to freeze it And reject it like the disease that my ignorance Refuses not to perceive it as, I mean we could have A reasonably nice relationship If I even really liked the taste of it Okay, I guess I might quite like the taste of rich Dark blue Drum, new packet, fresh from the bag With a dark brown cup of coffee in my other hand Somethin that these non smokers wouldn't understand Cause the rabbit hole hasn't dragged them into 'wonderland' And their ravaged soul hasn't been swallowed in hunger and Demands to be landed in the hands of these bandits (the) Demons that detain asylum-seekers of spiritual language I guess we must have forgotten our Sanskrit and Stopped chanting our mantras, we've become thankless And now we will be pounced upon by the panthers And scratched by the shackles that baffle those who've not been Trapped, tangled and tripped by the siren's poisonous kiss This loveless abyss will think anything fits If it can slip into a hole the shape of bliss Wake up it's just delegated to play Satan's tricks REPEAT CHORUS Allen Carr, Allen Carr, A double L – E – N Easy way, easy way, free from the spell again
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When you thought you had a plan but it's all a mess Don't you worry, stand tall, this is all a test When you thought you had a hold but you're losin grip Don't be afraid to let go and just lose your shit If you always feel like you're fuckin it up Maybe you should give yourself a break and stop expectin so much and If you just can't seem to get this right Maybe you should take your own goddam advice I kick my shoes off, like Eminem said Wait a minute that's what the R-E-B-E-L said Cause I'm well-fed with that health bread and you can smell Sediments settlin in my stomach like a Stella keg So you can tell a friend on the telephone, maybe Helen Or Michelle is well up for swellin up from my sexy tone I make 'em tick, push the button on their metronome I play it slick, like “girl I wanna getcha home” Don't have a dick but you could say I'm extra-grown If I was a man I'd love to say that I was stretchin hos Fun to say but I got too much respect for those women so I close all my doors on your sexist prose Keep it high like the bar when I set the tone Never mind the microphone, I just wreck the zone And then I put it all back where I found it Cause I can be considerate and not sound shit I might rap like my flow is flawless, but I Just thought, this shit doesn't fit with the chorus Wait, ignore this, this is so implausibly Gorgeous it fills me with a false sense of secureness See the chorus is about tryna cure this Delusion that this fusion of matter should turn to pureness Ignorin its rawness and random nature refusin to hand over the plan to the creator Which makes the first verse on the paper Reverse its purpose and turn this earth to vapour Tellin my pre- fixed plans, I'll see ya later Fate's a laid table, I'm just the waiter I'm all flow and I grow compellin now I suck you in with the prose I'm shellin out I'm yellin out hella devout shouts that tell about Abstract concepts so don't make me spell it out Breakin the bubble's just as bad as me sellin out Inside o' what kind o' world are you dwellin now? If you go turnin it inside o' hell and out just to See what the hell it's about, if you still can't tell It's the now, now, now, now I think I get it but I can't live it out And that brings me back to the start of the cycle I mean you can't doubt the power of the bible But what about the power of the people readin it Were they feelin it, did they really get that Jesus bit? Did they come alive, did they really see some shit Or did they just see somethin to cling to then believe in it? Cause this way you'll never find peace in it Holdin onto your burden, never releasin it Sayin the words in church and hopin that the hurt will be Jerked from your Earth like dirt growin weeds in it But make no mistake, it's you that's feedin it It's you that fertilize the soil, plant the seeds in it Waterin it with your tears, slaughterin shit with your fears Fallin into warped thoughts, all of which reorder your Reality, negativity that borders on fatality Death of the one through duality So recognize that you're holdin the pain Be aware, be wise, don't just chant the holy names If you think you're poor then your thoughts make it more so Remove these sores by breathin into your torso Let the lord glow, stop blockin its raw flow Release the devil, by lettin it all go
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Ghost 01:30
Storm has plundered the sea Swallowed everythin away from me And I'll retreat to the land With nothing special in my hand You Pictures of your face You're a ghost Just a waste of space And it's about time, it's about time You turned up in someone else's mind It's about time, it's about time You turned up in someone else's mind
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IT JUST KEEPS COMIN BATTLE ON, BATTLE STRONG, STEADY BEAT DRUMMIN CLEANSED AND EMPOWERED BY THE SOUND OF THE MANTRA KEEP YOUR HEAD HIGH TIL THE CHANT IS THE CHANTER I SAID IT JUST KEEPS COMIN BATTLE ON, BATTLE STRONG, STEADY BEAT DRUMMIN CLEANSED AND EMPOWERED BY THE SOUND OF THE MANTRA KEEP YOUR HEAD HIGH TIL THE CHANT IS THE CHANTER Thank peace for answers, even when they don't come Won't come, even when your last hope is rope hung From a ceilin blues are feelin you, you're just that lost Screams of anguish oozin from your tubes, make the tap stop That's what human beins can do when they're cast off Get back on the wagon like the 12 steps are stacked blocks If you topple continue your journey back to the top The present moment is the first and the last stop Blast off, frack rock The metaphor's yours, drink the last drop But don't rape nobody, don't hate nobody Cause Earth, wind and fire will fuckin break your body I'm not sayin god is judgin and full of wrath God is peace, god is love, knows nothin of getting pissed off I'm not even sayin there's a culprit and a victim God is you, so the karma's already stuck in your system Nothin a little GT85 won't remove The secret is to keep the faith alive when you Cruise, foundation is your rear wheel drive Keep them gears real high, keep them fears in the light Cause you might be surprised when they creep up behind you Let me remind you, they can always find you But if you meet them on their homegrown turf They'll just die and fertilize the flowers growin from your earth REPEAT CHORUS Yeah I told you, keep your head high Nothin to hold you back, no red lights If you see em turn your colour wheel round To the opposite side through the vibration of sound Energy, transcending friends and enemies We just be one breed of free serenity We serve our shared body like legs on a centipede Every man for every man, the death of demented greed The devil on your shoulder tries to stick these Bricks in your picture, just remove them like you pick fleas With quick ease, walk away, sayin, bitch please All paths lead to heaven, you can't trick me I flow to the sea from the Liffey Let go of the branches and I let the spirit lift me Allow what is to be and whisper 'shit me' As the layers of my destiny peel away like a striptease And I drift with the breeze My soul's been shaken, not stirred, I'd prefer it The other way round, if you please, I be like double-0-3 Special secret agent but you never heard of me If I was heard on TV, they'd probably murder me That's alright cause death is life's only certainty Bring it on, you fuckers can't be hurtin me Your urgency fuels the one fire as it burns in me REPEAT CHORUS Hare krishna hare krishna Krishna krishna hare hare Hare rama hare rama Rama rama hare hare... (Nitai guaranga Nitai gauranga Nitai gauranga gaura hari...)
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(Peregrin Shams: When I'm feelin weak All I need to do is breathe in Dream dream, oh dream Dream) A stream of consciousness coupled with sleep deprivation A nicotine patch for my deep irritation I weep with frustration, for sleep is a state in which People's sedation can equal creations from God Through givin all realities the nod Livin, slowly sievein through the fallacies, the fodder Of the battleships that hover up above our green fields Smotherin the love that concieves the crops yieldin Concealed in the cases of the weapons that we're wieldin We need to peel away the fear that we're shieldin And stop demonizin the drugs that we're dealin Just experience whatever it is we're feelin And stop bleedin for the sake of leadin Others just as weak as ourselves into recedin Primative areas of our minds, we need to find Another design, transcendent of space and time Replace, rewind, retrace the lines To the single point, yes the faceless dimensionless Crime ends with this, fightless, defenceless Put an end to this pointless pretentiousness And you will see that all that retention is Is the inventing of scentlessness All the while you relentlessly repent for this Is there a sin, or just the stench of bliss? (Peregrin Shams:) When I'm feelin weak All I need to do is breathe in Dream dream, oh Sleep Dream I go to sleep when the feat of keepin awake ceases To feel right, feels more like pullin apart pieces Of puzzles that only make me feel like a defeatist I just want to weep and dissolve into the creases of the sheets This is when I'm feelin at my weakest I surrender to peace, this is the sweetest release Until my alarm bleeps and I get up and repeat this Strangest of states we call awake at last This food on the table we call breakin the fast Makin a livin, some call it breakin their breaks Achin from givin my all to the urban sprawl Though not all of us fall as we crawl up the wall Some of us are truly awake and know our call Pullin us fluidly away from the wreckin ball of insomnia Into alpha/theta/delta waves in balance Sleep'll teach us to preach the ways to silence All of this meaningless white mental noise And we know that lack of sleep eventually destroys Our alertness and ability to free the voice That speaks with clarity and sits quietly poised Above all logic, watch it sing and dance Erasin all the lines we learned to draw with our hands In our dreams we find the power to override them So fuck teachin little kids to colour inside them (Peregrin Shams: Dream, dream, I dream, dream, dream I dream, dream When I'm feelin weak All I need to do is sleep, sleep sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep Dream, Weakness, I'm sleepless, I'm feelin tired) Good mornin, I just slept for 8 hours Maybe now I'll talk a little more sense or maybe I'll just Talk about how I don't wanna cower Before the forces of status and power Racist and sour, elitist high-browers Homphobic flow-controllin secret spies that scour the scene For any dirt to make ya seem unclean They will pull apart and rip the seams from your dreams It seems that we've been under teams of these schemers For so long that we are the gullible believers Of protocol that gives them the authority to seize us Feedin us these lies since before the days of Caesar They make us think that we're free cause it's just easier They fill your head full of hope but they're just teasin ya Ya got to realize they're just squeezin ya For every last drop of your freedom, yeah Make you think you need money just to breathe in here Makin you think you need this TV here Put there so that all that you see and hear Is all about mortgages, insurance and fear Perfume, cigarettes, beer The latest gadget is magic and if you don't have it you're Queer, oh my god, oh my dear Is that something I'm supposed to think will bring a tear to my Eye? When I find I don't rely On products with names beginning with a small I? Think of all I had to bring to your life Just to make you listen to me, I needed to disguise it With music, but don't worry, it's true this The passion is real, that's why I do this That's why I transmit through what I can spit And I'm tellin you you're strong and the power in your hand sits But just listen to what your body tells you Do the right thing when it pulls and compels you Away from your underpaid overtime job And to bed to get the sleep of which you've been robbed After all, that little voice inside that says "You don't wanna go to work, you so tired" It is your instinct, and should be met with more respect Than the manipulative dick givin out your paycheque
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I met Scroobius Pip today, he slipped Away like wild winds drift through hay, like bitter And ale are frittered as they tip from the drip tray Like sun spills through the slits from a shit day Like sharp, clear light lifts from the wispy haze Flickers like a disappearing picture from your shifty gaze Which misses the rays as they trickle and decay and they Fade like convictions of the fickle, yeah they fray I fear I'm not quite clear what I'm tryin to say Am I really here, do they hear what I'm dyin to say? Do I reappear if I die in the fray? What the fuck do I fight for anyway? Speakin my truth should brighten up every rainy day But the water in my lungs won't drain away I've been prayin for God to take the pain away But that's what a true atheist would say START AGAIN, EVERY SINGLE MOMENT START AGAIN DON'T PICK APART SPARKS, THIS ART IS ZEN, HARK IT FROM THE PARK BENCH (Tony Humphries): Mind remains open Words are unspoken Through this soar throat and I try to find focus With this pen I’m holding Scatter brain is golden This moment I can feel these words are moulding Into something that’s mountain length I try to climb again Feel a dent In the side of my head Like it’s wet cement Try to focus Im a mess Can barely breathe and then I find these cycles that I try to bend Never really fucking end Ducking when I feel too much I’m screwed up Fuck the news uh Need a nuce cuz Life’s a newsunce How many times have I said it before Punchlines and metaphors Aren’t enough I need more These demons have torn Under the skin That I was born in Torment got me Feeling Scorching Head is like a Walkman Spinning rewinding Fast forward Skipping and pausing I just need a cause cuz I already have the sword Uh And I’m willing to swing it OJ at your throat I’m willing to kill it Too many layers And I’m willing to peel em Too many thoughts Not willing to think em Dam I need a plan with some action With action I’m planing To take over where you are standing Diving head first in the canyon With enemies grappling Starving and rationing Fuck that I’m coming to batter it Like a snake that is rattling I'm giving you warning Don’t act like you handled it When inside you aren’t managing REPEAT CHORUS
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The Temple 03:27
I have a rather unambitious to-do list Cause when I try to do too much, can't seem to get through this Feel like the stupidest uselessest crooked crucifix, I Stoop to this level like the devil gets a super fix From his blooper list, that's his list of lucifer-dick-whipped Ditzes, clutzes who fall into the clutches of All the double dutch which Makes them feel like fuckwits I mean the conditioning that makes you think you fucked this Up again, you failed the world, look again The world failed you, yeah, that shit struck again And now I'm feelin like a shmuck getting stuck again Thinkin I got to be somethin I not to be what I want to be, not it a rut Again, sinkin into quicksand, I'm shrinkin man Not because I'm inadequate but because I think I am (Chorus) I fall into the void every day In order to do this, in order to do this I must have to get away I must have to get away, I mean I climb out of it Buildin my temple brick by brick, devil knock it down again Rebel bring the sound again, Rebel never back down again Rebel know he/she is strong, Rebel don his/her crown again I mean we've all been pricked by the thorns Whipped by the powers takin shits on our lawns And we've all been dictators on power Trips takin too damn long to realize we all On the same plain, same blood run in our veins It's you that make me insane, it's me that make me insane It's we that make we insane, I can hear myself complainin I do fear outside it's rainin, I'm drainin Energy from holdin onto pain and refrainin From doin what I do for fear of havin to explain What I gain from leavin the lion untame, only way I can say it is I suggest you do the same (Repeat chorus)
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Better Place 02:10
I'm movin, Said I'm movin I'm movin, I'm movin Movin Movin, movin, movin To a better place Better place Movin to a better place Movin Move
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It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to So let us not wear pendants around our necks Let us not read books with definitive text Let words not be twisted and infinitely stretched Just eternally understood with no concept of being correct Beyond the comprehension of the highest intellect Up on a level where beings interconnect Your string of regrets dissolves into the next cosmic Month, roll on the age of Aquarius No longer caged up and scared of this Ensnared by false flares blarin, impairin this Vision of the precarious balance between the various Elements starin us in the face, tearin us like waste paper Cause we keep comparin this laced vapour to The carin energy of a god that is not greater Than anything, how can it possibly be if it's everything? It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to Ever since the silence of the so-called Big Bang Ever since its soul swam into the great expanse And created billions of mythical lands Since the birth of the sun and the earth, the first Volcano to burst, there was no rehearsal for this shit God's faith in itself just makes this fit So it knew that it was OK to risk it It is all that is, it needs nothing to assist it All force was drawn forth from its existence So ultimately nothing can enforce resistance Against the raw source of all omniscience But we pour thoughts on our sores, make ‘em more vicious For all the fictitious sources of our anguishes We are lost, no more than offshore fishes Who crawled away from the seas and up into the trees, Simultaneously rising and falling to our knees And sprawlin all across the continents to conquer other free People's freedom, even their motherlands to seize Conceiving reasons that we make ourselves believe The way we perceive has become a mental disease You say that you wanna fight for peace Motherfucker please, how is it reasonable to pull The trigger, I figure the bigger man would stand up, Take his oppressor by the hand, say look, These lands lay fucked, because you raped them Swallowed by a thousand darknesses, you couldn't escape them So you faked the relationship between your hate and the Self you make in your imagination As your physical self fell out of unity with creation ‘til the Subject of thought turned to empty contemplation, and Made a false idol of itself through separation, and Repetition of this splittin cells built the nations, for The bacteria grew into mould and split to separate stations So sit back a second and solve the equation Now if we are the creators of this great illusion Could we also be the creators of truth proven? It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to
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Dear best friend I've ever had in twenty-four years of breathing oxygen Dear miss if I had a girl like you then I know that I'd never wanna swap again Dear miss how the fuck could you fuck me up so much just by knowing me for 16 months? Dear miss leave me lost for words Dear miss first crush, first push, over the plank into the world, kerplush First rush, first blush, first big denial, first punch that really hurt, first taste of bile First splurt of cursed blood to burst through my shirt like givin birth to an alien that falls down and dies in the dirt, first object of all of my affection, first deep confusion, first big rejection Why were you so certain I'd heard you the first time you told me that our friendship was a curse? What made you assume it had even occurred to me that this wouldn't work? Dear miss, "I'm so sensitive and gentle, the last thing I'd want to do is make you go mental I sit you down and preach that you should think before you speak (x2) And then I say, 'sorry but we can't be friends, this is where my support and loyalty ends Go now, it's time to get on with your life. I need you know that even though I'm the one that cut with the knife I won't be there to stitch up your wounds for you – why's this comin as a shock? I assumed ya knew Anyway, I've got a long day ahead of me and you've got places to be So before you can comprehend the fact that this is the last of my face you'll see, please leave.'" Dear miss "I'm too busy to clarify why I won't reply to a single word you write Even though you're obviously tryin with all your might to stop a beautiful thing from endin in a big ugly fight" Dear miss "Dutch is my first language but even if you write to me by hand with the blandest English I still won't understand it. I tell you that it's too much that you're demandin when You say 'I just wanna know why you're pissed off, and find forgiveness before we both lift off And fly to other sides of the world, and before we die, don't I deserve a goodbye?'" I wanted to say I was sorry but you wouldn't listen and now there's a quarry that I keep on diggin and it's full of feelins of constantly bleedin when I should be healin and I don't know Why I'm not, why it won't stop, it's like I got shot in the heart Now I've been learnin a little bit about forgiveness, you see I used to think this shit was so easy but I never did Witness what it was like for somebody to trip over this heartstring upon this sleeve and flip this switch that's Positioned to rip skin like liprings from lips, sting the shit out of my soul, leave a hole of abyss, Then somehow when there's nothing left to take you take the piss. I try to understand that it's a mistake and that's all it is And that all of this is nothin but a big misunderstanin, an unforseeable clash of feelings and crash landin Of the vessel that carried our love, and I try to tell myself that maybe you just misunderstood And you're just a soul whose intentions are good, I'm sure you never meant to hurt me and it will do no good To stay sore forevermore should you continue to ignore me, and let's face it, it's far too late for you to say you're sorry These scars are already pouring their puss in torrents, their marks have been scored in like Zorro, this sorrow is haunting and warping My flesh and muscle, because the bullet is buried too deep for me to reach, I can't just fish it out in a hurry So now I understand that forgiveness comes from the heart So as long as this pain still lives inside of me, as long as there are nights that I get cried to sleep From trying to keep my mind from sneakin off to push rewind on the record of time and play it on repeat, Or fast forwardin to the sneak preview of me and you finally seein each other again, and goin over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over the conversation where I'm explainin how you damaged me... then I haven't forgiven you. I'm willin to. I'm tryin.
16.
Don't put yourself under pressure The sun is setting But always rises again

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released July 29, 2022

Produced by Rebel Without A Coat
Mixed and mastered by Phill Ward (phillward.com)
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Cover art (and bonus photos) concept and editing by Rebel Without A Coat
Photos by Donald Shier (www.instagram.com/shierdonald/)

MEGA SPECIAL THANKS TO
Phill, Mike, Mum, Dad, Alan for lending me his laptop and putting up with my bullshit, Tom W, Marty, Ben G, Sam M, John H, Tom F, Tom C, Russell C, Marcus, Ben P, Russell W, Oisin, Mana, Ed P, George F, Tatty, Sean, Tony, Mike G, Annie A, Annie H, David S, and probably some people I've forgotten who were equally helpful!

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