I can barely run from my anxiousness
Climbing trees to hide from disappointment
Every word I try to express, comes out so meaningless
I want to attend my own funeral
I want to know what it feels like
To have that moment of peace
Where I finally get to sleep,
I am just a weathered soul, a weakening heart
With old bones like everyone else, trying to reason with my head in this mess
Like a rotting boat, floating murky water; aimless from now on
Portaits of my depression are hung up along the cemetery walls
I am just a weathered soul, drowning in regret
Another window, is closed, for daily happiness
I'd love, a silent, night,
But what's worse than nothing, is living,
Waking up, waking up afraid
I fold my knees up to my chest wrapping my arms around them,
I feel the frost, blister my hands, trying to get my attention
& the lack of sleep would be the anchor to this mess,
I'm not a fool trying to grasp this, the pointlessness of happiness,
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023
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Music that allows me to relax and let all of my business meetings, flights, and stays in hotels simply fade into the background. There are so many great songs on this collection that I cannot pick a favorite. Bravo to whoever chose all of these tracks. Joe Doyle