I could spread curses in the verses that I left in the wake of the waves where my bodied stayed,
And I made a few friends while I was floating in the ocean who picked at brittle bones and dead hair,
And they didn’t seem to care about the terms or conditionings that had led me there,
As a strange ambassador to their coral reef I was just another feast,
Laying on my back being nibbled on by fish staring up at the sky,
I saw two jets crash,
No parachutes did detach, it was over in a flash,
Well it was over in a flash,
Well it was over in a flash.
And our whole lives we’ve been trying to confuse,
By trying to allude to nothing at all,
Nothing at all,
And our whole lives we’ve been trying to confuse,
By trying to allude to nothing at all,
Nothing at all.
And I’m decomposing over time,
Sun can mesmerize,
But I’m not really blind,
To the fact that these turtles and fish that are eating my skin,
Are not to be trusted,
And most interactions barely carry over the fraction,
Of human reaction, they’re just transactions,
To get us to our favorite distractions,
And moving around people I can be a disappearing act,
And surprisingly I’m actually happy with that tact.
Well maybe that’s something I should look at?
Well maybe that’s something I should look at?
And what do you look at when,
You’ve looked at everything?
You’ve looked at everything so much?
And our whole lives we’ve been trying to confuse,
By trying to allude to nothing at all,
Nothing at all,
And our whole lives we’ve been trying to confuse,
By trying to allude to nothing at all,
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Bashful Hips is an Avant Garde project from the mind of Ian Fellerman. Bringing his sometimes searing, sometimes hilarious
but always poignant observations to bear over an entire stable of Noise Rock/Hip Hop informed Electronica, Ian's music is never stable, always changing and searching for the sound to express his feelings.
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