Dang if I'm not utterly blown-over-infatuated with this track, at the moment.
I basically have been listening to it all day. More than that, I've been reading the lyrics, too – like I would study a new, compelling poem. This is rap/hip-hop at the level of lyric poetry – in my opinion, of course: musical tastes are entirely subjective. But even if you don't like the track, read the poetry. It's good. That good, in my opinion: half cinema-noir, half lucid gnostic fantasy, a kind of philosophical dreamscape littered with the detritus of too much living.
What I'm listening to right now.
Doomtree, "Beacon."
Doomtree is from Minneapolis. There's an official video that goes with the song, but I don't actually like the video, so I found a non-official recording with just the album cover for the youtube, above. I would urge you NOT to watch the official video, until after you've listened a few times, and read the lyrics, and formed your own opinion about what the song is about – the video cheapens the narrative. It doesn't fit. I'm very glad I didn't watch the video the first time I heard the track.
Lyrics.
[Dessa]
I took it for a kiss, but it couldn't have been, could it?
I see now what it is, we were just biting the same bullet
You called it in the air
it landed it on its edge
when the crowd gathers around
you turn tail
I turn heads
Shavin down the puzzle piece
tryna make a clean fit
Take what is lovely
leave before the rain hits
It's a heartbreaker for starters, as you age not too much changes
practice doesn't make perfect, just makes the game more dangerous[Stef]
Start repo
negative sleep nauseous
barf party for sure
intelligent creep stalking awkward
Flush flustered rush for doors
advance fire-plan
handy with the way out
routes explored
Cover catching up
careful with your care
We don't go there, naw
We keep locks and keys steadily swallowed
never be followed, none of em dare
Channel up your anger leave it here
kindly disappear
Mind your mannerisms
I can't be flattered back
The patterns the concern
lessons prolly turned to fact
By now you'd surely drown yourself
before you'd help me with this sail
I'm the wind
crossed fingers for the win
Up to ten til they hammer in the very last nail
Challenging like every last stalemate
Deal… with it
No mission ends
Precision lack of friends
Happily recommend nothing to no one, ever[Cecil]
I know, I know
I know, wake up, wake up
But I don't go there, go there
She knows the way home
I know, I know
I know, wake up, wake up
But I don't go there, go there
She knows the way home[Cecil]
You know your way home?
You gonna be all right?
Yeah, but I had faith that you'd see the light
and ride with me or kiss me goodbye
Now you got me feeding kites into the night sky
Covered them with nightlights – like, did you see the beacon?
I swear I let those kites fly around all weekend, no?
Well someone must have cut the lines or something, no?
Or maybe something, oh, you weren't looking
…Ok Plan B just panic
run up the stairs and shut the door to the attic and don't come up for air
until you're torn from her fabric completely…
and just like magic, you're all in one piece again
But, I'm nothing like I used to be…
elusive and reclusive
Now I'm just both times a hundred… exclusively
Truthfully, I was blind to the deep end
until that piece of us went and died that weekend[Cecil]
I know, I know
I know, wake up, wake up
But I don't go there, go there
She knows the way home
I know, I know
I know, wake up, wake up
But I don't go there, go there
She knows the way home[Sims]
Then it flashed forward, but I asked for it
Rip out the doubt, I'm way too south
I gulped it up, I laid back
peeling off the layers
the mantra saying "fear can't stay here – self, see you later"
Fire chakra dissolve to ether
I have to meet her, I know she knows the way
I'll have to die twice, no novocaine
See the Eye of Horace, I am Osiris
I meet the devil, it ain't the first time
He kills me quick like I am nothing
Scream St. Peter, I need you now cousin
I see the owls coming, they float me safe
I learn their grace, they help me heal
under stars, peeling off my skin to rid my scars
it's the first time I am reborn, but I am not me
No identity, and I am finally free< /span>
I am my brother, I am my father
I am the sun, I am the water
I am an ion, I am everything
I am the vapor, a cloud of smoke
I am a cheap laugh, but I get the joke
I am a brief flash, the abstract
I've been feeling more creative, lately.
Firstly, I made a rather creative dinner tonight, that came out quite deliciously: a tricolor rotini pasta alfredo with brocolli and cranberry and nutmeg. An unusual combination that I was quite pleased with.
Secondly, I'm trying to draw something every day. I've been messing with my pastels. Today, in about 10 minutes, I did the below, while listening to this song. So now, every time I see this picture, I will think of this song.