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They think they know me from my fingerprints
but i'm losing touch i can feel it slipping through my fists
now i'd rather make a song then a fuss
before i lose what i love, coz what i love, i love too much
Im a full time derailed technician
and part time insecurity guard my position, well
you could never question my convictions but you best keep your distance
coz this here is show and tell
a documentation of what i'm faced with on a day to day basis
enslaved in this mental hell
this hole i've dug with false accusations and dramatizations
that do nothing but repell
a distant figure with his finger on this trigger shooting blanks
but i'm bigger than that, go figure it out
before you leave it too late and then your left alone
they didn't build rome in a day, the same goes for this home that you made
but could easily destroy
brick by brick an outcome i'd avoid (at any cost)
this is it thorts it's time we learnt from our mistakes
i'm fine for money but im desperately in need of change
Resuscitate me, please i'm begging you
There ain't no bracelet on this wrist bitch bring me back to life
Resuscitate me, please i'm begging you
There ain't no bracelet on this wrist bring me back to life
Resuscitate me, please i'm begging you
There ain't no bracelet on this wrist bitch bring me back to life
Resuscitate me, please i'm begging you
There ain't no bracelet on this wrist bring me back to life
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kady starling:
there ain't a way to say this that doesn't sound vulgar on a playlist,
i thought about direction, but i changed it.
infectious to my fingertips,
like sisyphus, i fought against the force until the stress decayed the hypocrite.
the more space, the more chase i gave to emptiness,
i think you know the ways my body bends when i've neglected it.
i'm glass shattered, past matter,
if the past mattered, damn, i'm glad i had it,
but it's spent; present dark static.
dark static.
if i'm awake now, i'm still confused and vacant,
a vagrant enveloped by the plastic and the fakeness.
game changers proceeded and progressed
but left depressed, became a pawn left to haunt the checkerboarded decks.
erect my limp figure, lymph lost long ago,
the nymph lives on, and so the song plays a sombre note.
my whole was hopeless.
i told you back in '06.
ceschi:
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
life, it doesn't make sense often.
we try our best before we get tossed in coffins.
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
never figured out what's real.
probably never will.
thorts:
Developed through hell, my self-centred self fell a long time ago.
now i sit and write this sombre note.
an honest bloke that never seems to learn, burnt by the same match then blazed and sat back.
never lacked the ambition, it's sink or swim.
i keep my ammunition close, hidden deep within.
proposed to my best friend,
rose from the garden in my right, and on my left be my wedding band.
let him sing now, yet another song.
the same lyrics from the last, i bet he got it wrong.
yet again, lend a hand, yeh i did, but he severed it quick,
this kid don't remember shit.
angelic with his elephant wings,
he sings develish hymns but don't believe in this jesus bitch.
your weakness stinks.
it wreaks of shit.
ceschi:
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
life, it doesn't make sense often.
we try our best before we get tossed in coffins.
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
never figured out what's real.
probably never will.
ceschi:
bad heart baby, broken home son.
slap my face to wake me, feeling so numb.
life has tested me consistently since day one,
failures have snowballed into mountains enemies climb to sight-see from.
infected from the second i took my first breath.
til i search for some positivity hidden beneath my chest.
even if i never find it in the end,
well i hope the hunt was valuable without gold or bloated heads.
running from myself, no law can stop the constant chase
the pleasure that comes from fighting for glory,
that permanent bitter-sweet taste.
those moments when everything gets blocked out of our minds
and we finally find some solace
and escape from the endless grind.
though i'm mario travelling through these pipe-dreams,
when life seems too frightening that the night screams with lightning,
i'll turn on the lights and try my best to breathe,
ya see?
ceschi:
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
life, it doesn't make sense often.
we try our best before we get tossed in coffins.
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
never figured out what's real.
probably never will.
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thorts:
most def, you're a child in a travelling man suit.
with your thoughts now you awkwardly lay...
moving forward never felt so uneasy, like each breath from my chest.
(first i blamed it on the rai,n not the cigarettes and stress
i complained,) making movies in my head,
my directors chair is made up, but still thats where i slept in a way.
where you toss and you turn out to not be the man that you wanted, now you struggle to face
what you've become, she couldn't relate, look what you've done now, it aint a mistake
(when it's made like a thousand time over), feeling sick in your brain
like your dad when he's sober it pains
me to think with this paintbrush,
(the faintest touch of my reality is slipping away)
down that river where those men fish,
(but catch nothing but regrets and a clentched fist fucking insane)
there's not much to say when you got no one to blame
but yourself as you play and you dwell with this clay.
zoen:
frenchy french french
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Kady Starling::
When I ascended I was marked for death,
I put a distance between my wings and lept.
I put a cold shoulder directly to the dirt,
I fit a fist through the fissure to defy the verve.
I’m on a soul plane to unearth the grain,
that inadvertently stole the only joy it gave...
It saved me, the same way it shaped me.
But goddam if the journey didn’t break me.
We were slaving for a master we'd created and the faster we obeyed it,
well the harder it degraded, til the plaster that replaced it was the masking on our faces,
and the fading of the ancients was ingrained within our nature,
see?
It’s the sickness, white caustic in the system,
the sanctum of the victims, disassociated witnesses.
It’s the bliss fucking blistered in the misery,
the agony and victory,
misogynistic tyranny.
Please!
Oh, God, we’re weak.
And so dumb that all we do is speak.
I measure space by the time that it takes
for the strange to awake and to devoid the human sub-state.
And in my heart-ache I feel a flutter, some days
the breadth of despair can ingest its own blood waste.
From the tip to the other tip of emptiness,
fear without the heaviness,
lofted from the precipice...
...White caustic in my system...
From the roots to the tree that they were livin’ in.
A secret sin transcended by the victims to sow with tiny stitches the
Garment that they withered in...
...White caustic in my system...
From the roots to the tree that they were livin’ in.
A secret sin transcended by the victims to sow with tiny stitches the
Garment that they withered in...
thorts:
before i lept, i probably should have checked the depth.
ingrained in my chain of commendable acts.
i'm not the sharpest tool in the shed,
but blunt objects hurt more and they still leave you dead.
you only die once,
but you live everyday so you can try to make up for the fuck up's.
and cover up those fault lines with make up,
on your way to the family function.
but first you need a family that functions
and you're just there to make up the numbers.
and im just here, to steer this wheel,
keep my eyes on the road and keep your hands to ya self
pity never looked pretty no matter how you dressed it up,
i ain't playing dolls and i aint down for fisti-cuffs.
me i'd rather roll in the dirt, get smashed a thousand times against the rocks
until that shit doesnt hurt (anymore).
now i'm ready explore my options, curve balls leave me stumped
but thats the least of my problems.
time to scrub that slate clean, now i love who's looking back at me.
so far from that gene ridden factory of misguided information,
now i find my sanctity in the form of perspiration.
exploration for submissions,
explinations for these symptoms and this sickness i've been living with...
...White caustic in my system...
From the roots to the tree that they were livin’ in.
A secret sin transcended by the victims to sow with tiny stitches the
Garment that they withered in...
...White caustic in my system...
From the roots to the tree that they were livin’ in.
A secret sin transcended by the victims to sow with tiny stitches the
Garment that they withered in...
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thorts:
Let him swim with the jellyfish,
let her dance with the devil she knows.
partially vacant, marginally naked, she grows like pinnochio's nose.
now they're waiting for changes,
lost in the hope that time will kill the playlist.
with their own bare hands they made this
monster themselves, now it lives and it's ageless.
with the fragrence of death he wages a war on his own path, (left)
home in the city, what a pity this girl never onced laughed, (yet)
they found one another, blissfuly egotistic, love was instant, they painted pictures
with pain and instincts, tainted misfits.
the bridge it's burnt to the ground, now there's no way out.
and statistics show that you can't turn around.
you did that before, don't dare look down,
now you share your flaws in this mansion of clowns.
they build you up just to knock you down,
but you look so pretty when there's no one around.
i pity this fool that you seem to have found.
a shell of a person, the talk of the town.
tommy v:
don't let me slip away.
i seem to have wandered off the trail
and gone astray.
in some lost alleyway,
on my knees i'm fallen prey.
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KADY STARLING - Flock
03:47
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Seems hardly fair to pick apart your argument,
Your heart’s scared and I couldn’t bear to harden it.
Your laugh’s paired with asymptomatic parliament
To pass laws that will govern how you garden it.
There’s a closed-off tunnel to the sweet spot,
There’s an anchor that plummets from the tree top,
There’s a failure to protect your neck from sea knots and
What’s left when you’re wilting with a weak flock?
I’m subordinate, shorn but now I’m bored of it,
Borderline whored but no one bought or even thought of it.
Of course I was coarse and I distorted it,
But life’s a pretty picture when the price is less exorbitant.
I wept, we ineptly seek the heart of it.
And I kept a bitter promise just to pardon it.
We crept around the problem til the hardened tip
Burst through the gut of the deception that we started with.
I fell, if this is hell I’m not apart of it,
And I slept with the cold corpse of argument,
This smell left to dwell right where we started it,
Opened eyes to the light, watch me darken it.
I fell, if this is hell I’m not apart of it,
And I wept against the cold corpse of argument,
This smell left to dwell right where we started it,
Opened eyes to the light, watch me darken it.
I fell, if this is hell I’m not apart of it,
And I pressed against the cold corpse of argument,
This smell left to dwell right where we started it,
So what's left but to finish what we started with?
One by one’s and two by two’s,
Insist I break or insist I bruise.
And since I wake and this sickness looms,
The sickness shakes all the symptoms loose.
The fists I make don’t persist with grace,
I’m black and blue but I’m fixed in place.
The fists I make don’t resist with grace.
No.
The dark disappeared one morning when I woke up,
Flames in my breakfast, deluge in my tea cup.
It took time still to paste on the make-up,
The beasts and the burdens are bustled in a B-cup.
There’s a vacant vessel I’ve been poured in,
There’s an ache in a muscle that’s been worn thin,
There’s a taste and a texture to the poison and
a hatred for the faceless and the maker that I’ve sworn in.
I divorced from it, forced to fuck and force the vomit,
Paused to press the promise on us pressured by the press and commerce.
One comment, once common, one woman,
One wasted on the waivered conversations, incongruent.
I’m ruined, and I know I’m not apart of it,
So I slept against the cold corpse of argument,
This chest heaved the message then discarded it, so
What’s left but to finish what we started,
Shit.
One by one’s and two by two’s,
Insist I break or insist I bruise.
And since I wake and this sickness looms,
The sickness shakes all the symptoms loose.
The fists I make don’t persist with grace,
I’m black and blue but I’m fixed in place.
The fists I make don’t resist with grace.
No.
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KADY STARLING - Shell
04:37
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KADY STARLING - Adrift
06:40
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I'm past post-partum and half pre-mortem.
Adrift within the mixture; fever pitch and stark boredom.
Wander in the dark between the heartland and the border.
I wonder what they'll make of what I made of this disorder.
Twenty nine respite years of cut corners.
I slept within the texture and the lines of white flora.
Stuck upon the eyelids of a hazy night aura.
What the fuck I miss? I'm still adrift in high water.
Some of us were old enough and some of us turned dry.
Some of us were vacant when we plummet from the sky.
I'm dead, yeah, I can see it in your eyes.
I never felt the snow settle heavy in the pines.
I'm past hardened within an inch of my discarded mind.
A glass-halfer with a deeper pot of mulled wine.
Man down, pass the flagon on the other side.
This pursed mouth would never shout what it could keep inside.
And I'ma let it ride.
Yeah, I'ma let it ride.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
And they were golden; the days, they were pristine.
I drew my blood just to test how much they'd miss me.
The world spins, every ray a drop of citrine.
I clung to it; learned to cling since I was fifteen.
I'm past heartless, within an inch of my disarmoured lies.
I bear naked every cell of what you loathe to like.
High stakes leave me drowning at the waterline.
Not sure the shell was ever adequate to leave behind.
But I'ma let it ride.
Yeah, I'ma let it ride.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
A grim parent, I agreed to grin and bear it,
But I passed it down the line until you found the time to spare it.
So art aside, every afterword was asinine,
I probably asked too much of mine to really help them half the time.
So I'm sorry if I burdened you.
I guess I really never understood the magnitude.
I guess I never took the weight enough to strengthen from it.
I guess I never held the reigns enough to keep me honest.
I probably never learned a lesson in a hard way.
Reliability was never Kady's forte.
One extreme to the next, I swung the axe toward the neck
and never shied away from introspective swordplay.
No. No remorse, eh?
Won a battle, lost the war, what's the score say?
Nah, no remorse, eh.
I lost a lot but what remained was worth the heartache,
Eh?
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
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KADY STARLING - Sway
03:54
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KADY STARLING - Witness
04:13
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Thorts Bunbury, Australia
I'm an artist currently residing in Bunbury, Western Australia
I've been making hip hop since 1995
I'll stop making music when my heart stops beating 🩷💜💙
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