“You shall not infiltrate this fortress
All you shall see are cuts of performance”
Steely-eyes dimmed, could you call this life?
Really I’ve sinned against what I know is right
& that is in me, fizzing in wait
Tidal ripples crippled & maimed by hate
It’s an explanation but don’t make it plain
How I managed so long with my song restrained
How on Earth did I endure such hell?
Watching cresting waves of inertia swell
Though I can’t take all of the credit
Everyone around me coddled & fed it
I craved space but stayed in my cell
Distaste at the world but suppressed my spice
Though perhaps this was the rite I needed
To incise my mind’s unclottable bleeding
I spent six years living in fear
That the world would never let me live in the here
& it didn’t, but that was then
Past hearts have shattered, now I reinforce them
I tried to try or cry but stayed dry
Numb to the hum of the sun behind blinds
I’ve known all this time the star I’m denying
Amid thoughts of death I’ve tried to keep trying
Hope’s made me choke but has stopped me from swallowing
I contemplate rope but this hope’s stopped me borrowing
“What if, dream with me, what if:
One day you get to live the life you want to live?”
My tentative fingers yearn to know touch
& my, how much there is to touch
& though presently my reach is small & I wear thermal gloves
One day I will radiate love
The enigmatic punk-rap duo of Justin Pearson (The Locust, Swing Kids) and hip-hop producer Luke Henshaw make their long-awaited return. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2024