You know, I almost forgot I hadn't uploaded anything in a while, so I thought why not throw this up?
So, I had listened to this Young Taylor beat a long time ago and thought about spitting some real deep lyrics about my thoughts and feelings during the lockdown (the lyrics were written back in, I believe, March or April, hence why I mention the chances of a cure in a month being unlikely).
I recorded this using FL Studio (which since my last post, I've brought the full version of) and a £35 USB microphone that I brought through Wish. I have brought a microphone stand, so that it will be easier to record my songs as well.
Hence why when my vocals come in, there's some slight white noise with them. I've tried a few methods to get rid of it, but nothing's worked, so I believe if I record a new song during the lockdown, it'll have the white noise included. It's just something we'll have to deal with, until I can sort something out to get rid of it.
Regardless of the setbacks, I hope you enjoy this song.
[Sample - Bon Iver]
Turn around, you're my- you're my- now-, A-Team.
Turn around now, you're my-, now-, A-Team
Up all night with these thoughts in my head.
I know I should be asleep instead.
The sun's coming up, the skies are turning light,
But the worries in my mind are just burning bright.
For instance, I've been indoors due to COVID-19,
The chances of a cure in a month so unlikely.
Boris has a lockdown in place, with acclamation,
But is there such thing as too much isolation?
The fact I'm stuck indoors all day is a tragedy,
No friends in my prescence but my family.
I should be at the studio, making more hits,
But they shut it down, fearing things'll get morbid.
I could go for a walk, alone for 60 minutes,
But there's not many places open for a visit.
All my plans for the future packed loosely,
Don't know what to do, other than go back to sleep.
As I sit here, writing these lyrics so fluient,
I wonder if Dan's proud of me for what I'm doing,
As he watches from somewhere that I don't know,
If I died yesterday, where would my new home go?
And what of Luis, Joel, Albert, Aka and Charlie?
Would they be 'round when this is over to party?
Miss Corona won't let up, that's a given.
I would pray to God, but I don't think he'd listen.
What about the care home that I'm working at,
And the things that might be occurring at,
That familiar place, outside my hometown,
Residents healthy, after their brains have broke down.
Sure, the joy I have doesn't pay an awful lot,
But at the moment, I feel as though that's all I've got.
Hope I'm not laid off, hope my job's not toyed about,
'Cause I'd be fucked if I become unemployed now.
I wonder at times, am I just overthinking?
My head pounds, but I haven't been drinking.
So much going on, so much frustration.
Maybe I should take myself out the equation.
"But nah bro, that's not the answer.
Wait 'till life gets better, give it a chance sir.
Just stay inside, if it means you'll keep your health."
That's just some things I tell myself.
Self-isolation's being a long haul.
I develop cabin fever, caged by these 4 walls.
I wish I could ignore emotional overlay,
Grab a few things and become a run away.
But I don't see a change in pace for a while alright,
Guess it's best to sleep all day and work all night.
Maybe it's best that my days be shortened,
So don't wake me up, unless it's important!
Contains samples of '715 - CRΣΣKS' by Bon Iver.
, hip hop
, rap music
, bad quality
, thinking out loud
, young taylor
, bon iver
, real thoughts
, real talk
, self isolation
Music - Single Track
1 month, 2 weeks ago
25 May 2020 01:15 CEST
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