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Strange Face

Hip-Hop/Rap

Strange Face was released on June 19, 2026 by Plainspoke LLC as a part of the album Ever Closer, Never Arriving

Song Details

AlbumEver Closer, Never Arriving

Release DateJune 19, 2026

LabelPlainspoke LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM76

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Plainspoke

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Owen Pieper

Composer

Arlo Iverson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Owen Pieper

Producer

Lyrics

Ditch pockets full of prose for perspective

Electives control what you hold as selected

A lesson I know but don't know much in message,

impressions control what you hold as impressive

Reflections create space, I make it with weapons,

reluctantly make weight, to move with momentum,

and meant 'em like namesakes, then sent 'em collected,

hoping we'd hang late, but know where regrets sit

I sit with my chains placed, right over my left hip,

you sit with your pain shaped like arrows and pesches, impressing

akin to my main shape, we're fluids erected,

in bodies that make shapes, and colors and textures,

I'm sorry we paint chase, instead of ascending,

these steps made of cranes saved, 1000 per step in,

it's slow moving, snake paced, this year of congestion,

we're holding the same space, mistakes and perceptions,

hope is a strange face,

a mask made of more questions

don't wanna change lanes,

sitting on my face with the same expression

don’t go, where am i going, where do i go

where am i knowing, when am i known

where am i older, when am i grown

Pain goes, comes, ebbs, flows, changed some

Stepping on your feigned toes, seven steps from rainbows,

heaven's just a jump away if you just lump in one feeling (felang)

Holding on to severed aims, know that Kang knows, (stretch)

Knowing you would never change,

you up and change clothes,

Coupled with a Chevy Chase,

you up and changed coasts,

And in seven days, or seven weeks or seven seasons atrophied

in half achievements, half of you still looks to laugh at me,

but half of me knows crooked isn't cooking up that cup of leaves,

shuffled up my took-eths, know this book is just a travesty,

you're asking me to look at what we look in like it's happily,

but I've at least a shooketh of a step that sewed in sapping trees

And shabbily I look with, underneath and over half this beat,

for half of me I took with, scattered ashes on these tapestries,

and that's just me, for looking, took an action out my apathy

hope is a strange face,

a mask made of more questions

don't wanna change lanes,

sitting on my face with the same expression

don’t go, where am i going, where do i go

where am i knowing, where am i known

when am i older, when am i grown

Written by: Arlo Iverson, Owen Pieper

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