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Delivery
03:57
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Remember times in November? With ball jackets and fall fashions. Copper hues and navy blues. That's how it all happens. The OG’s were done trapping. The backseat of your mom’s Camry, we celebrated life. We were so happy.
I wanna see what gets your heads hurtin', from Lindenlea to Ledbury
I wanna see what gets your blood churnin', from Lindenlea to Ledbury
I wanna see what gets your heart burnin', from Lindenlea to Ledbury
I wanna see What gets your Page turnin'. Delivery.
You already know that my team roll deep. Fixing curry when we let it bleed and see roti. Kept my head straight. Never starved or nothing. Let art and substance be the start of something
The pleasantries of Lindenlea
The tenancies of Ledbury
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Just One Second
03:41
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Building something worthy of mention, and these preachers observing lessons. Tearing pieces of metal, screeching like a werewolf. Obscene and dishevelled.
Just one second to imagine this lost apparatus. Just one second to imagine discipline in practice.
So I theorize through a meagre guise that the streets are wise and reassign, and reap the vibes. This reefer-eyed feeble mind feels alive to see demise.
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Urges
06:06
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Living life in smoke and mirrors. Lived through strife but seeing clearer.
Beats, I'm blarin em', til I bleed out my eardrums. Ain't no shame here, or secrets to conceal here. The world is running amuck, nothing lasts so long. Revolving around a clock, reconciling a loss.
(Hell, living hell) Some scarcely heard of. Nefarious wordsmith. Lyrically murder, with the scariest urges.
Singing "I did it my way." Meanwhile I'm sitting sideways. Damn, I built the supply chain, hoping someone will admire me. The world is running amuck, nothing lasts so long. Revolving around a clock, reconciling a loss.
Get down with the rhythm. Let's get down to some business. I swim in the river, and its filthy.. make you quiver
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Thru the Fire
05:47
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And I never learned the rules of the game. You call it absurd; how it bends and it breaks. For heaven sake. What are feelings made of? This isn’t the playground. These stakes are higher
Through the fire, oh you know it. I admire, just never showed it.
And I know you don’t mean to be a ball of stress or all depressed. We’ll sing about how we used to be. Ease your mind, ain’t nothing left. Get my feet up off the ground. Get my head up out the clouds. Catch myself thinking out loud
Courage, and flourish with all that I am. The hands of time, the tides and sand. For all that I’m on, supply my demand. Get my feet up off the ground. Get my head up out the clouds. Catch myself thinking out loud.
I know you don’t mean to be
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Never Find Your Way
04:13
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I’m bored, bored of you two, but I keep on s-s-s-inging the blues. I ignored, a lot of issues. It’s so obvious you’re laced just like your shoes. It’s a chore, immature and cruel. I implore you to try and pay your dues. We’re at war, gave up too soon, foreclosures at the company of fools.
It seems you’re emboldened from the breath on your shoulder. The O.G. you want more of, but the dreams are now over. You’ll never find your way, or see the light of day. Better to be wise than brave, or a fat or a fraud or a fake
I’m bored, bored of you two, but I keep on paint-ting-ting-ting-ting the hues. I ignored, a lot of issues. It’s so obvious you can’t tie up them shoes.
You outsold to get underway. Low and behold, you vegetate. And you told everybody. Selfish decisions that you just chose to make.
I’m bored, bored of you too, but I keep on s-s-s-inging the blues. I ignored, a lot of issues. Foreclosures at the company of fools.
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Next in Line
05:26
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It is priceless. Self righteous. For them golden nights, and you all, working the nightshift. Spiritual, to fight with. If I’m searching, will I find it?
Who’s next in line? And is it my time?
To redefine who’s next? Who’s next in line?
Against the tide, I never ever ever ever, testified. When you’re objectified, I’ll be stressed to find the duress inside. And if I’m searchin’, you can’t arrest my mind. Damn, who’s next in line?
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Southside High
04:05
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Yeah you were catchin charges iinstead of takin charge. Catching charges. And you were having hardships instead of taking charge. You didn’t want it.
He had, a lot on his mind. Dropped out, of South Side High. Left the church, uninspired. Used to write, on the side of buildings, trains, carved out of a name, but dimmed his light
No support back at home, weight off, to go on your own. Taste to left, alone. Gave in, to the drone. There is no time at all. Signs of decline and withdrawal.
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Pony Up
02:33
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Feels so rushed, but making you blush is a point of pride. Hope that we stay in touch. And if I failed you, too often somehow. And can't even cure, your furrowed brow.
With all this time, and all this love. How I grind and push and shove. Let it fall, from high above. Some red blooded fight, to welcome the night. Pony up to self-destruct. For all that we try, are we still out of luck? I give my all, mountains erupt. Pony up, pony up, pony up.
When you estimate all you lost and all you gain. Even if we can't even endure, my care still remains. And if I failed you, too often somehow. And can't even cure, your furrowed brow.
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L.T.D.
05:14
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We made a home out of bricks and mortar. Piece by piece, we broke down walls, transgressed borders. Cards on the mantle, bills in the drawer, end up in the fire, weep on the floor
Gave up faith. I won't believe. Ain't nothing in this life comes free. My greatest fear has always been, (living in) someone else’s dream.
Empty chair at the table, labelled boxes, fragile items. If we were dealt some odds, at least we tried to defy them.
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Illusions
04:31
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Sit down and optimize. Hone that thoughtful mind. Share and then break bread. Ain't no need to pretend. Ain’t no need to pretend.
Damn, it ain't nothing but a foregone conclusion. Damn, it ain't nothing but a falsehood illusion.
Illusions. Confusions. Assuming that I was misusin’. Delusions. Confusions. Assuming that I was misusin’.
Done hoping and wishing. I'm a man on a mission hoping someone will listen to my dreams. But I'm aching and breaking and I can't hesitate now. I just need to relate now. Things aren't what they seem.
Now get up, and stay down. Let’s flip the script and get it off the ground.
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Slack Bridges Ottawa, Ontario
Slack Bridges is a soul / R&B group from Canada.
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