1. |
The Gharial
03:15
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Ways
Best defined opaque
Another tenet of a speech I gave
Only ever in a bid
Do play along?
Well consider it done
I desire to move on
Redesign all my wants
Notwithstanding any perversity
Note that you are now beholden to me
Abate, the very thing you’ll become
Gauge, when at a glance I came alone
Brandish the tongs
Leatherette, Leatherette
Feasting upon it, dilate
Vessel to an islet shall be worn
A vessel islet to an should be
I know better than to validate my wants
Staged, let your faith interrupt
Wretch to be better interrupt my thoughts
Another sign of things to come
Reconsider your tone.
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2. |
The Item Girl
03:21
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I hear you ask with every death accrued
Who's still afraid of Red Yellow & Blue?
Nigh on heel-turn
Violently
Cry Subaltern
Vehemently
An Artifice
All empty static
An outline to abrase
I would stand
Had I not objected to
All Assertion
Silently
Seek To Burden
Stray too far
Rendering the act subdued
I only meant it in relation to
The underpinnings of an act I’ll soon regret
For all the trappings of an Item Girl
I’m in no rush to reappraise it yet
A vapid tryst
Deemed Emblematic
An ethos to evade
Understand
This is not a platitude
Veiled coercion
A reprieve
Defamation
Veer from what could remedy an attitude
I only meant it in relation to
The underpinnings of an act I’ll soon regret
For all the trappings of an Item Girl
I’m in no rush to reappraise it yet
I hear you ask with every death accrued
Who's still afraid of Red Yellow & Blue?
Nigh on heel-turn
Violently
Cry Subaltern
Vehemently
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3. |
Hill Station Epithet
03:11
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Why disguise your indictment of
My intention to fawn
Over hills and bridges
And if it’s concession at all
I’ll mark the fringes
And burn them all down
Revealed to be a tenet
You would run amok
All to feel indebted again
I admit it, I would interrupt
All because it happened to me once
Find instead, disaffected woe
You could only invoke
A discarded outpost
Corroded in disrepair
Established, in vogue
You’ll find it all there
Revealed to be a tenet
You would run amok
All to feel indebted again
I admit it, I would interrupt
All because it happened to me once
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4. |
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I understand
This is not you volunteering
One could in fact
Convey in words more maturely
Can you expect
To be so brazen in pairing
An artefact
With an intent so unsparing
I admit I will adhere but to what end I am not sure.
Calling me out as if you care for a rapport
Verse2
I could exact
Avarice so reassuring
Could be this thread
Could be what I am enduring
Pre-chorus
What's standing in the way of me
enlightening myself
What use is comfort when it shoulders my ill health
What’s starved of meaning in a life before
Taught me it's teeming with words I once adored
It is befitting of a crown
There is seldom any doubt
You are a penance unavowed
You have the makings of a clown
What's standing in the way of me
enlightening myself
What use is comfort when it shoulders my ill health
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5. |
RUPTURE OF THE WHEEL
03:20
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I decide
Your fate with no contempt at all
I define
My act as gratitude enough
No one wants to be the one held to account (held to account)
No one wants to be the chosen one
Not a Fast tide
Or custodial
Or a pass time
Ever Parochial
Independently I bide my time
Culminating in the rupture I designed
Idolise
Intent so indefensible
As per my
Request to view the spectacle
No one wants to be the one held to account (held to account)
No one wants to be the chosen one
Not a Fast tide
Or custodial
Or a pass time
Ever Parochial
Independently I bide my time
Culminating in the rupture I designed
No one wants to be the one held to account (held to account)
No one wants to be the chosen one
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6. |
Funny Boy
01:37
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Loathe Am I to call it
But you seldom understand my needs
Only deemed appalling
When you’d rather perjure your defeat
Loathe Am I to call it
But you seldom understand my needs
Only deemed appalling
When you’d rather perjure your defeat
Plead
And observe
Your opinion isn’t
Brought into question
The others
I have stammered enough
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7. |
The Pink Mirror
02:54
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My affectations rarely border on extreme
Invective masquerading as an elegy
Adoptee, I understand
Devotee, I understand
While I'm undecided as to whether I will intervene
You would criticise it, as if I intended to impede
In my defence, the objective wasn't to be
Not here for reverence, steeped in veracity
My own conjecture seldom worded as support
At best placated and at worst beyond reproach
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8. |
I Whitewash The Old West
02:54
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Braying like
It improved
seeing as it separated my tome from you
Even then I understand
Your faith it belies, my abuse
These follies of yours always do
It started failing me
The minute I had something to give
Call me and then expect no underlying feeling of it (I doubt it)
Hard to feign or deny
With no freedom in mind
Caging my, retinues
Even if they venerate me
I, come back to
My original intent
If only because I have to
Could these be the ones gazing too?
It started failing me
The minute I had something to give
Call me and then expect no underlying feeling of it (I doubt it)
Hard to feign or deny
With no freedom in mind
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9. |
370
03:14
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Had I started, my development
At any other point in time
It would be met with, less argument
Sucede any other guise
Given a part of you is only agitated
By an homage you abhor
When it started you had only, to hold me
To account for my own envy
Or at least this entry
If Instead, you motion with your pen
Like I had everything at stake
Seconds in and it would be exaggerated
A pardon you would celebrate
When it started you had only, to hold me
To account for my own envy
Or at least this entry
If an opponent bears a likeness to a cause
I am a hex upon the din of your applause
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10. |
Lewd Cabal
04:01
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Why debate, Only to leave in the end?
Culminating in a feeble attempt
An atavist agreed upon
Telling everyone you want
Even if it’s here it’s not
Abandon it I want it gone
Conceiving of a means to stop it
Except when I am keen to posit
That you will indeed admonish
Me and everyone acknowledged
Exonerate me as a means to end
You could expede my entrapment at best
Dismantling appeals, I know
Won’t forever save me though
If I intercept control
I cannot reveal my own.
Conceiving of a means to stop it
Except when I am keen to posit
That you will indeed admonish
Me and everyone acknowledged
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Kapil Seshasayee Glasgow, UK
Kapil Seshasayee is a polymath, both as a songwriter and as a soundsmith, creating something wholly unique. Combining electronica flourishes evoking FKA Twigs with Indian Classical guitar ornamentations, stunning vocals and a penchant for unorthodox instrumentation such as the aquaphone, Kapil manages to be truly experimental yet still accessible. ... more
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