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A Stillness
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Hip-Hop/Rap
A Stillness was released on October 4, 2024 by Beulah Records as a part of the album Bough
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AlbumBough
Release DateOctober 4, 2024
LabelBeulah Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deca
Deca
Performer
DLZMKSBTS
DLZMKSBTS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Kenney
Matt Kenney
Songwriter
Hadley Evans
Hadley Evans
Songwriter

Lyrics

Earth to Ten
The sun came bursting in
All's well through a certain lens
But it sure is tense, unearthing gems
To bend to our Earthly whims
The pressure that we circumvent
The bread served in a circus tent
I got fear to shed like serpent skin
When it rears its head, birds ascend
Through the nerves and tendons
Through the firmament and take root in the third dimension
For the burgeoning seeds in a trench
But the words on the leaflet are dense
Herculean attempts to move even an inch
You can see the resent, and the deeper intent
Anyhow, in the bowels of a crowded street, I can see for a thousand miles
You can rant 'til the cows arrive, or merge word and flesh and walk down the aisle
Been around for a minute now, lookin' out for my inner child
Been about what I been about, when in doubt go a different route
Slow it down like Swishahouse If it goes south, I'll retain the highest hopes
I don't fish for cosigns on either coast
I put the whole wide world under microscope
Break it down to protons and isotopes
You already, all day every
It all pans out, but it all weighs heavy
The fire's stoked, but don't fly too close
I treat it with a deep reverence when I approach
That right there? Quite rare
A moment of peace (Peace!)
A stillness to heal the sick
A flower in the wilderness
In the field with the thorns and the birds of prey
And a light so bright, you avert your gaze
All I have is words of praise, for a calm that repairs every nerve that's frayed
Anyhow, for my next trick, I'll pull myself out from a cesspit
And head straight for the exit, exodus
Out like three strikes in the catcher's mitt
God bless the kid, and keep him young
Even with bad knees and receding gums
Lead him through the dark of night and false light
When the cold wind speaks in a secret tongue
Guide the youth, keep 'em fit
Don't let 'em overheat when they're feverish
Water all the plants, feed the fish
See the universe in a petri dish
Teach an old flea-bit dog a new trick:
To tighten up screws with the proper tool kit
And watch the mood shift, good as new
Big up yourself for the good you do
That right there? Quite rare
A moment of peace (Peace!)
A stillness to heal the sick
A flower in the wilderness
In the field with the thorns and the birds of prey
And a light so bright, you avert your gaze
All I have is words of praise, for a calm that repairs every nerve that's frayed
Written by: Hadley Evans, Matt Kenney
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