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Glue
Hip-Hop/Rap
Glue was released on June 19, 2026 by Plainspoke LLC as a part of the album Ever Closer, Never Arriving
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Release DateJune 19, 2026
LabelPlainspoke LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plainspoke
Plainspoke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen Pieper
Owen Pieper
Composer
Arlo Iverson
Arlo Iverson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Owen Pieper
Owen Pieper
Producer

Lyrics

i knew it wasn’t right, just as soon as i arrived,
just as soon as I could lie, I made a bed of opened eyes
hoping I could see ahead, but all I see is what’s awry
only focusing on broken shit, it’s golden in the light
like a chandelier gets lowered in, eloping in the night
and a hand is here, I’m holding it, a mannequin of minds
the man isn’t alive, he’s merely motionless, at most implied
at most a pin psychosis, bowling boxes out my pli-eh dives
be they eyes, beat a smile ear to ear,
just enough to feel alive, just enough to hear the fear,
of feeling fine, feeling fried, feeling fucked up then alive,
feeling up to nothing, nudges, knowing they judge it from the sides
know a sign when I see it, know it don’t mean shit
just a line on a line, stacking up to-do lists
doing lines of this and jumping off a bridge, I don’t miss
it’s sorta time, I got nothing, just a feeling amiss
days ticking, playing living on a screen
honestly, manic summer’s got me feeling kinda ‘geesed
what’s that mean? i don’t know, i don’t have a single clue
just the glue, just the glue, just the glue
their eyes straight ahead, only go in to the dives
if i’m giving head, i want to know when you arrive
when you left your own body, leaving me below the line
leaving me to know horizons that I’ll never hope to size
thirty-five is coming hopefully, and hopefully alive,
both horizons out this locally, more globally implied,
more of moments held in openings, an opening in I,
and a hope of fleeing overseas, and so recedes the tide,
heard the leader isn’t I, but I’ll point to where the soap will be,
doors are closing, by the sight of what I’m supposed to be,
doors are opening, the slope is sloping so precise,
I’m sorta fine, but sorting out a hoard of hopes and broken dreams
days ticking, playing living on a screen
honestly, manic summer’s got me feeling kinda ‘geesed
what’s that mean? i don’t know, i don’t have a single clue
just the glue, just the glue, just the glue
Written by: Arlo Iverson, Owen Pieper
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