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Deconstruction (Where the Sun Sets)

from All These People Are Me by Solareye

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lyrics

Location: ma head. Population: one of many
Where voices with conflicting opinions are ten a penny
Mr Margins, fearsome and timorous
Conducting lunar orchestras for nocturnal chimeras
All these people are me – that’s the fiction
It’s just an excuse for being a walking contradiction
And if you question ma convictions
I can always blame it all on the human condition
There’s no better reason
If you want to breathe better The Trick is to Keep Breathing
It’s an obvious statement but you’d be amazed at
The number of people are suffocatin’ on a daily basis
So who the fuck am I? I’m a beautiful butterfly
The last good thing in the world yi can’t monetise
A baby’s love reflected in its mother’s eyes
I’m summer skies or a flame you thought had died come alive

Take me to pieces, tear me apart
Spare me the speeches, break-beat ma heart
Scrape me off the ceiling – ribs, legs and arms
And put it all back into bottles and jars

I heard the scene was buzzin’
So I just dropped in tae kill it tell the driver keep the meter running
My card’s marked like playing wi a card shark
It’s a shame ma ambitions only run tae being a smart arse
Started out on track, now I’m in the dark lost
Claiming ma genres give me carte blanche
Tae say whatever the fuck I want
Under the guise that braggadocio’s an art form
These are the conflicts I’m torn in half with
I’m half whiz-kid, half-half-wit, but don’t know whit half’s whit
And if this half splits, while I spit raps quick
In ma mismatched kicks, I’ll still get this rap riff-raff ripped
Big Issue John died, I never did buy ma copy mate
Just walked away, weighted down by ma pocket change
I draw this place and populate the stage with words from a page
Put notes on a stave, for someone else to orchestrate

Take me to pieces, tear me apart
Spare me the speeches, break-beat ma heart
Scrape me off the ceiling – ribs, legs and arms
And put it all back into bottles and jars

Flip the script when some cat says
‘He’s like this’ and ‘she’s like that’
In case before the first act ends
You find you’ve been typecast

All these labels just won’t stick
Peel them off and get them binned
It’s OK when the day begins
To wake up in another skin

A table made to list your traits
Two columns plus and minuses
Leaves no room for light and shade
That live among the binary

Don’t worry if from time to time
You feel as if you lose yourself
Cause names that make a bruise can heal
And truth is I’m confused as well

So horde your contradictions up
And fill them out with bricks and mud
A home to house the things you love
From folks that are too quick to judge

Don’t let the poisoned few
Pidgeon hole your point of view
Girls in pink and boys in blue
If the song gets old then coin a tune

Reinvent your voice anew
To rise above these jealousies
Find the notes to buoy your mood
And try another melody

One passage that they underlined
To highlight to a younger mind
Change yir stripes a hundred times
For clarity – stay undefined

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from All These People Are Me, released November 4, 2018

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Solareye Edinburgh, UK

Dave Hook writes rhymes. Sometimes Dave Hook calls himself Solareye.
Sometimes he raps with Stanley Odd. Mostly he makes stuff rhyme.

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