Every morning burns a little brighter
As I’m rising with the sun
And harmonizing with the choir
I can feel the fire in my stomach
And there isn't any sense in ever lying to myself or running from it
I can hear the trumpets blaring in the afternoon
Time to cut the puppet strings; I know what I have to do
And move to build my castles in the sky
Because I can forgive failing, but not never having tried
(To do, what I've wanted to, do)
-
And I've never been to Walden Pond
Taken by the spectacle and cradled in its arms
To stare at starry nights still undisturbed by city lights
While breathing in a wilderness beneath the many skies
Where romantics capture lighting in their jars
And hang them from the branches to illuminate the dark
For until we truly learn to see ourselves
We haven’t any business staring at somebody else
(though sometimes it helps, so we sing)
-
Do do do do do do do do do, do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do, do do do do do do
She said I’ll scratch your head, because I know you like that, and I can’t for a while
-
Instrumental
-
Though perhaps I should admit that I've been wrong
To fantasize about a place I think I might belong
Instead of making something of the ground beneath my feet
I've got my head inside the clouds and all my bags are packed to leave
To make-believe we could return to where we started
And plant the seeds of empathy inside our secret garden
For there was a time when I can say you saved me from myself
And I just want to thank you; you've done more than help
-
Oh, ya know, I'm glad that you found a home
And even though I hope that you die alone
I was never one to hold a grudge
So enough is enough
I've finally had enough
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024