All These People Are Me

from All These People Are Me by Solareye

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lyrics

The calm where the eye of the storm is
Morphed into an alarm at five in the morning
Became a pressurised canister of rage
And leaked into lab rat, rabid in a cage
That’s the bell for last orders people drink up
A broken puppet collapsed with his strings cut
Feeling like a treasonous plot on Guy Fawkes Night
Melting down an iron lung into a hot knife
I was born to make threadbare soul music
And I formed from fresh air and cold fusion
With ma elbows on the table at meal time
I’m a fictional character in real life
Catching reflections in a shard of broken glass
She caught ma breath and stole ma heart I hope it lasts
I’ve been the question that you shouldn’t have asked
And a dead leg with one foot in the past

I’m a jaggy nettle in the docken leaves
Split personalities, half of which won’t even talk to me
Mad delusions of grandeur floating in ma heid
Like crossword puzzle answers that nob’dy can complete
Once I was a kiss amid a hail of rubber bullets
Now I’m trouble brewing and I’m about tae do sumthin stupit
Making me a long weekend in the cells wi no charge
Or a moss-covered stone in the bone yard
I’ve been the common sense that seems like it’s lunacy
A hauf brick flying through that window of opportunity
The hammer to break glass in case of emergency
Something beautiful created in the face of adversity
I like counting things in fives ‘cause I’ve got OCD
Shimmy Shimmy Ya, I like it raw peace to ODB
I’m an excuse for one more medicinal drink
And the answer to all yir problems written in invisible ink

I could dance wi the devil then help an old dear in the street
Censor this ‘bleep’ to express ma freedom of speech
About the evils of speed, while shovin’ gear up ma beak
Then give up rapping on beats just when I’m nearing ma peak
Daydream on ma feet so I never dream when I sleep
I’ll turn the other cheek – only tae go in wi the heid
Lay out a whole deck of Tarot cards like can read ‘em and weep
‘Cause every day of the week, all these people are me

I’ve been the drink, I’ve been the chaser
I’ve been the ink, I’ve been the paper
I’ve been a clown, I’ve been a geek
I’ve been down and out on easy street
All these people are me