And to set the scene:
watch documentaries.
They're movies of made up stories.
See the scream on screen
as friends and enemies are practiced,
victims established.
We'll revel in the scene
where everything is deconstructed,
the myth debunked.
Because she's not what she seems.
She comes from humble means.
It's something; she'll still get nothing.
They look to her and they sigh.
They ask "What will it take to comply?"
And she says, "Quite frankly,
I'm not impressed with the test that you stressed,
with which you wish to assess me."
History repeats,
and still we always get entangled
by newer angles.
The victories, defeats
decided by a partial jury,
the same told story.
The narrative precedes,
and Lillehammer rings in my head
with a newfound dread.
Cause the pursuit of dreams
is tenuous. I'm not complaining,
but man it's draining.
But everyone wants to try.
And my consolation is wry.
It's relief in the belief
that freedom is pride in a suicide
that never seems to get redeemed.
I accept life because I am polite,
and I wouldn't wanna feel mean.
They look to us and they sigh.
They ask "What will it take to comply?"
And I say, "Quite frankly,
I'm not impressed with the test that you stressed,
with which you wish to assess me."
I accept life because I am polite,
and I wouldn't wanna feel mean.
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude