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Imagine Her Happy
03:52
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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
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66
03:21
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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!”
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Lollipoppin'
03:08
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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)
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Spiral
04:01
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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
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Imagine Him Happy
03:27
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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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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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