Taken from the album 'Bring Backs', out April 23rd on Anti-
Pre-order at https://alfamist.ffm.to/bringbacks
Visualizer by Johny Pitts
Written & produced by Alfa Mist
Recorded by Simon Trought
Mixed by Will Holland
Mastered by Guy Davie
Jamie Leeming: Guitar
Richard Spaven: Drums
Rocco Palladino: Bass
Alfa Sekitoleko: Vocals & Electric Piano
Lyrics
Serious face cos it’s really a race
Trying to stabilise while my health deteriorates
My fever leaves me a delirious state
Now I’m growing weary of fakes, here to replace
They cheer me and wait, until they hear a mistake
I don’t wanna lose my drive so I’m steering away
Plus I got a call saying that her period’s late
So I’m opening my calendar and clearing the dates
It’s fate, I’m just a battler, too black to be tatted up
A hunter a gatherer, lunge if you’re bad enough
Been thrown downstairs I clung to the banister
I used to have it rough, saw my plan erupt
Now I’m on the settee playing 3 months of soul caliber
I missed brekkie need lunch for the stamina
Young and dumb like a man in love
Meant to vote (do the ballot) but
I’d rather see the planet crushed, Organic Rust
I should be a fan of your kind
But you focus on the gram and the size
All your followers are tapping the like
Waiting for the chance to be the man you’re beside
All this surface talk while I’m knackered inside
I’d rather burn them all like I’m Anakin sky
All these planets collide, trying to capitalise
It’s the furthest I’ve even been but I’m lagging behind
At the front of the queue for the back of the line
With the devil’s idle hands and the passion of christ
Trying to plot a map in my mind
While you push the panic button, I’m pushing 29
Some people are pushing daises I could die anytime
Behind enemy lines of by friendly fire
Why does everything we hold close damage us?
I’m trusting, young and dumb like I had a buzz
When it all gives way and I’ve had enough
I got a few words for the man above
When I’m Organic Rust
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