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Sisyphus

by Kyle Archibald

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1.
I’ve been thinking about… how to make sense of us… Trust that it was half-baked, made to break and shook loose with the first quake. That noose was tied in tandem, a double execution to satisfy the sadboi fandom. Random acts of kindness from a place of blindness renewed a persecution of the self I toyed with since I was a teenager. But then there was you and me and that boulder, I rolled it uphill while you put it on your shoulder with you by my side it wouldn’t get colder knowing you were there made my heart smolder girl you were my molder. Made me wanna be my best self, for you. And, now we’re through. How can something end when it never started? How can we go our separate ways when we never parted? Something in the way she moved, Harrison the fuck are you when I finally got something to prove!? Move man, get your ass up that hill, she’s on the other side and you can make it still, just imagine seeing her again from the top of the playbill! This ain’t prose or poetry or lyrics, this is therapy, I don’t need your charity all I want is for you to be happy, for us to be happy, for me to be happy. I gotta imagine you happy… without me. Didn’t walk so much as strut through the front door Sat down, head down, asked her whatcha lookin for Smiled like she thought I already knew the score And man, did I melt right down to the core Stored it all up for years, always wanting more Staring at the floor, took my chin and pulled it up till I swore I could soar with your eyes on me on mine, every single time You made me believe that I could learn to rhyme Voice like a chime, when she hummed it made me climb This boulder just a blip cause she a perennial, springtime Bloomed so fierce it's a crime, and she know she in her prime Not afraid to stick her hands down deep inta the grime Pull me up out the depths and put me back to work Kick me in the ass, call me out with a smirk Forgave me once, twice, thrice for bein’ a jerk Took it as a quirk ‘a havin me around, thas a perk But where was she when I got sick? Don’t know what I did but stop bein around to click Tried to reach out, but you were gone Left me all alone with nothing but a swan song And you know what, that’s all right I just wish you couldve’ seen my inner light When you spoke it was so damn bright Aurora Borealis when I think about you at night Imagine her happy, work on yourself If you see her again, dust it off from the shelf Show her all that work wasn’t a waste Even if your relationship was chaste Imagine her happy, know she’s in a better place Find a path that will let you meet her at your own pace Your saving grace is that you gave her space Now lose yourself in the bass Imagine her happy, but first imagine you Pushing that boulder up that hill like she told you to She believed in you, and just cause she’s gone don’t mean you're through Screw the blue, man, I say we’re headed for a better view True
2.
66 03:21
Every time I write its like Russian Roulette Need some luck for this bet, so put 66 on the set Red worked for Johnson, and baby Blues can’t be beat So grab a seat, I’m ‘boutta' preach ta make ends meet Callin' all circles seein' you’re all ears Let me open up with a list of my fears Fists clench when I sniff the scent of beer Guts wrench when fate asks Jesus to steer Eyes drop when sirens go off in the near Knees flop when my thoughts change gear Mind pops with each med they say’ll make things clear Heart stops when I hear Her voice in my ear If Route 66 means I gotta cross the styx Price can’t be higher than what I’ve paid to exist Paradise is a farce, true love was a tryste Cashin in my chips for a chance at a twist Drag me on down, grind me into asphalt Lock my soul away with the others in the vault Pave 66 with my 6 darkest faults Let them all fall at my archangel’s assault Dealin with the devil, might as well come clean No secret I’m green to some in this scene Only rappin two years but already a machine Shit’s routine but I remain unseen I mean if I gotta write my name in your book Blood bound, morals drowned so they’ll check a look Swear its worth your dark mirth to make ‘em shook Siz about to give birth and pull you in with the hook Tired of self-hate, first-rate mental abuse Sick of spare change, second-rate Dr. Seuss Boy, Cut the noose, we rhymin’ lightnin’ with Zeus Forget the truce, this whole game I’m gonna seduce Declare war on whack smack clown rappers produce Transduce their refuse to fuel for my caboose Choo Choo Bitch! Introduce the rappin’ recluse! Reduce the rest of you to ashes, like I need an excuse If Route 66 means I gotta cross the styx Price can’t be higher than what I’ve paid to exist Paradise is a farce, true love was a tryste Cashin in my chips for a chance at a twist Drag me on down, grind me into asphalt Lock my soul away with the others in the vault Pave 66 with my 6 darkest faults Let them all fall at my archangel’s assault Back to the chamber, fired five out of six One left, my turn, Devil’s lickin’ his lips Snaps some pix, chats with Bobby bout their dicks Got myself in this fix and I’m out of tricks Pull the trigger, hear the hammer, feel my soul drift Plates shift, faults fumble, and I tingle with his gift Lifts me up as I burst out into song Devil smiles, says “Boy, you’ve been mine all along!”
3.
Lollipoppin' 03:08
Pull up to the candy shop, yeah he a real one Watch ‘em flirtin like he’s hurtin, not playin’ games son Dum dum hangin out the mouth like a cigarette Bet this man a vet at gettin’ evry one his needs met (Ok) Clerk toss her hair, asks him “watcha want hon”? “Just the regular and then surprise me, yeah somein’ fun” Sticks the cash down her blouse, winks at a job well done Goes slow round the back, wants him sweatin in the sun Slow day, no pay for a hired gun Practice rhymin’ puns, so hot he’d eye a nun Shun that thought, see a sweet treat melon bun Grab some poki, pop the box, she won't mind it none (You sure?) Now I know I’m a charmer, got that wit you wanna hit Goes down smooth without a cough, it’s clear that I’m the shit I rock it like its Woodstock, see this beige bum hip-hoppin Choppin’ while girls droppin’ to my lollipoppin’ (What’s that even mean!?) Damn, man, what’s up? She go on a liquor run? Size up the store, see an inch of water on the floor He the only guy in there, nerves seepin out the pores Coulda swore I knew the score, step around the counter door Cop rolls through the front, I freeze in place, my ass brace Say grace (Hail Mary), come down from outer space Keep calm and he won’t chase, when she come back we’ll be ace Read the manga on the counter as he fingers his mace Takes his time wid it, grabs a ginger beer, good taste (Agreed) Pack a little debbies, man this pig may be based Risk a smile, ask how it’s hangin with some haste Says his wife just left ‘em, feelin like a hard case Now I know I’m a charmer, got that wit you wanna hit Goes down smooth without a cough, it’s clear that I’m the shit I rock it like its Woodstock, see this beige bum hip-hoppin Choppin’ while girls droppin’ to my lollipoppin’ “Uh, what?” asks the cop starin at me on my cloud Fuck, shit, balls did I just all say that out loud? (Yep) “Lyrics stuck in my head,” I mumble play it off Then he hears her cough, eyes squint as he scoffs Comes out the back like Thor, all thunder and roars Super soaker slingin’ cowgirl with a face you could adore Watch her go to war on the first thing in her sights Cop didn’t have a chance an’ she barely half his height (Who you callin’ short?) I shimmy round the counter grab the man a ratty towel Actually laughs it off says that he won’t play foul We shook his scowl, give his lunch and call it even Sometimes your luck so good there’s a god to believe in (I’m goin’ back to church) Now I know I’m a charmer, got that wit you wanna hit Goes down smooth without a cough, it's clear that I’m the shit I rock it like its Woodstock, see this beige bum hip-hoppin Choppin’ while girls droppin’ to my lollipoppin’ (Work it out cuz)
4.
Spiral 04:01
Chest compressin’, feel yourself regressin’ Relapsed last night but fuck confessin’ Can’t carry that weight, god I need a blessin Heart pressin’ like these thoughts I been supressin’ Feel it clutch close, hands clammy, gone gross Blood racin down the runway like I got a bad dose Check the label, Ativan, yeah that do for most Cept I’m out of time, out of pills, adios Eyes roll back and I start with the shakin Quakin in my converse as my mind’s bakin’ Heartbreakin’, feel like my whole body achin’ Hard on my lungs as my breath gets taken Can’t do it anymore, on the floor dry-heavin Sense of self leavin, back to grievin Kick myself believin’ this love worth receivin Deceive yourself lose control of your breathin Member meditation, try to work a breath in Been pinning all my problems on a question of sin Addicts clickin’ strictly take it on the chin All I do is win right? Wrong, you aint no kingpin Skull soup chemicals may not be your tonic Your brain still fucked up runnin’ supersonic Chronic pain run games on ya, turn demonic Thinks someday he’ll play with the philharmonic Not from down there with that drool pool fool Nobody’s rushing to your rescue, we cool? Maybe that’s cruel, but ya use it as fuel You wanna rule a kingdom? Step down off that stool Flay me more! I scream down in my core Ignored again as my feet kick the seafloor Fighting in my own private cold war With the meat in my skull pulsing for an encore I hate you, I HATE YOU, I hate myself You’re a loser She never loved you You don’t deserve love Piece of shit You’re a disappointment What happened to ivy league bound, man? Oh, so you still haven’t finished college yet? You better watch who you FUCKIN’ with Voices don’t fuck around, now you got a taste What I deal with on the daily, brain’s five-faced Food laced with serotonin, basted cause I’m wasted Livin life with emotions hidden, copy-pasted God I wish I had a gun so I could end it swift Pull the trigger, hear the hammer, feel my soul drift At this point purgatory be a goddamn gift Lift me straight outta hell for the graveyard shift Why I gotta stick around for everyone but me? Please free me from this torturer’s ecstasy This my decree, beat of one-two-three Pay the ferryman’s fee across the dead sea Always get cold feet at the foot of the canal Can’t fuckin do it, can’t break that rationale I know the pain I’ll cause, pack it up, head home Prepare for another punishment in seafoam
5.
Foot of the mountain and grips’ already slippin’ Can’t carry this weight, rock’s got me trippin’ Chippin’ away, day by day, head still dippin’ Sweat drippin’, pulse whippin', skin still strippin’ Plant your feet, grit your teeth, don’t look beneath Unsheathe your courage, find reserves in storage Bequeath belief in yourself, do the impossible Rhymin' while climbin’, hear the crowd’s gasp audible Lose your footing, drop some feet, feel your chest heave Believe meaning in the struggle, don’t grieve Roll up your sleeves, immerse yourself in the weave Bend ya knees and groan knowin' there’s no reprieve Conceive of a life opposite this hill Let it fill you up, all your dream’s and wishes willed Into reality, man someone hand me a quill Writin' rhymes still the only way to drill this thrill Hear my heart trill as I think we’re getting closer Finally not a poser, am I about to get closure? Exposure to a world beyond this horizon Grinning at the thought of livin’ life without a hyphen Thas it, we’re at the top! We made it hallelujah! Somehow I managed to make it straight outta Fallujah Until I see another mountaintop pierce the sky Just smile say, fuck it, and begin to climb Imagine him happy, find joy in the pain Just means your living your life without chains Relish the strain, feel the pulse in your vein Be the bane of the drain, do it for the slain Imagine him happy, believe you can live Swear to god I have got so much left to give Now plant your feet, grit those teeth, put it on your shoulder Boulder soarin' over, time to be a soldier Tackle the next cliff, feel your power crackle Unshackle your feet, batton down your hackles A jackal on the trail, Set knows you ain’t frail Gale gushin’ out my mouth while waggin’ my tail Sail cross this veil, tell tales of the dales Crossed between peaks like you never failed This my holy grail, my one white whale Jail me, Snail me, I’ll still prevail I can do this! I can do this! Chant it now! Plough this stone, know that I do avow My tao to never bow to the mountain’s brow Know that sacred cows are holier-than-though I’ve done it again, another elevation conquered Man this next one looks like a fuckin’ monster And you know what? That's all right Muster your inner light, guide yourself through the night Imagine him happy, find joy in the pain Just means your living your life without chains Relish the strain, feel the pulse in your vein Be the bane of the drain, do it for the slain Imagine him happy, believe you can live Swear to god I have got so much left to give Now plant your feet, grit those teeth, put it on your shoulder Boulder soarin' over, time to be a soldier Grip finally slips, watch it roll to the bottom Like turning back the clock all the way to autumn We were in summer, so sure a’ this newcomer Reduced to my beginnings as a humble beat hummer Make my way down again, back to the same den Where I started years ago with a broken pen Ink still runs, sit down, find my zen Not a question of who, what, or why, just when Imagine him happy, I mouth in the dark And just like that I’ve lit a spark No mistake, this lark will make his mark More bite than bark, become a monarch Imagine him happy, climb up to the mic Cold footed and clammy, more ghost then godlike Strike-outs done with, ascend into myth Let this wordsmith forge a monolith Imagine him happy, find joy in the pain Just means your living your life without chains Relish the strain, feel the pulse in your vein Be the bane of the drain, do it for the slain Imagine him happy, believe you can live Swear to god I have got so much left to give Now plant your feet, grit those teeth, put it on your shoulder Boulder soarin' over, time to be a soldier

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My first EP. Shout-outs to Greek mythology and Albert Camus.

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released May 9, 2023

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Kyle Archibald Hartford, Connecticut

Writing has always been a refuge for me. For whatever reason I have some small skill with rhyming, which I put to use here. I hope to improve with time.

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