Turning back ten years,
when we were kings of summer,
and every night was framed by big ideas
and music in the air.
but something reached your ears,
a weakness undiscovered,
and then you stumbled down the common road
where no one seems to care.
I don't hate you but I guess I'll try.
These iron memories oxidize.
You're just the latest victim in a line,
of men who lose themselves to time.
Once you had a voice,
an open ear for others,
but that won't get you far when happiness
is build upon your pride.
Pride for all your toys,
money's there to covet,
but they don't teach you that your IRA
is worthless when you die.
I don't hate you but I guess I'll try.
These solid memories liquify.
You're just the latest victim in a line,
of men who lose themselves to lies.
You don't ever seem to have a moment,
when you are humanized.
Everybody's just a fucking number
you monetize.
I believe there is a reason for it,
maybe you're paralyzed
by the fear of letting go of all the lies
you've told
yourself.
This album is a perfect example of music for the sake of music. There are little to no intelligible words, but lyrics are simply (catchy) melodies, almost as if we should move to the music, not flair. Arcade Island
I love how this album exemplifies feelings and moods, the songs aren't necessarily about events. Sometimes I think that says more about life than anything else. Arcade Island
The sophomore album from former session musician Imraan Paleker highlights his modern soul, alt-rock, jazz, and electronic sensibilities. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2020