Little live bedroom session recording of All I've Got by Shillam A more recent song with a lot of words in. I wouldn't exactly call it a rap, but you get the picture... Lyrics below!
(you tell me what it's about!)
I wrote this at a very strange time in my life and believe it to be appropriate to release it now that I am moving through and beyond an even stranger time. Here's to 2020, Happy New Year, and I hope you enjoy it!
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LYRICS:
All I have got is water to drink
Everyone thought ahead, why didn't you think?
"If you're addicted to sugar then there is something probably wrong with you son", that's what they said
If you have to add some flavour then behaviour is what's wrong for you
"What is it you're doing?" - well, I smoke, a little too much
I hold my tokes in a little too long, yeah
And I get a little bit high when I want to but, I know, it's so bad.
But I admit it I said I could quit it and, look, now I truly have...
For tonight, for tomorrow, for your life, yeah passive smoking's a horror show.
I don't want to be a part of that harm-causing-only club no more,
I would leave so please take my seat if you could 'cause I know in the morning one will never be enough.
All I have got, is you by my side
Over and above, yeah all around but never in sight.
So, emphysema take me with you, I need to feel ya creepin' deep through,
Infecting me inside with pain so I don't feel the same inside these useless little thoughts of mine.
All I have got, is this little brain
All you have got is your little "sane" slice of insanity,
But I don't need a profanity to tell you what I'm thinking, even if it's not about our Government,
'Cause there's no need to lie; we all know I talk about Aliens a little bit too much,
But now I've got something else that's been stored up;
Voluntary exposure
To all the things that make me afraid in this culture, it's
Curative and necessary and it's time for my commentary to boycott these vultures,
'Cause music has broken its infrastructure.
You could try the remedies but not even acupuncture could stop these teenagers from leeching all the money then disappearing on the back of a thruster,
No it's not supposed to make sense,
I just need to find the words and the context and the sentences to muster up the courage to tell these slobs they are not my brothers.
And no, I may never be a part of their culture.
I just grew up hearing one call out another for some stuff that just went wrong and then the whole system got ruptured,
But I am a sculptor, I create different structures.
I rewrite my songs because everyone sounds the same and it's difficult to see that we're all at this juncture.
No, I am not a hip-hop artist, I may never be the smartest, I will never pretend, I won't overextend but I'll transcend to maturity before you think I'm a Marxist.
I just want to be a wordsmith when I grow up, yeah
I just want to be an artist, better than these American arses
Mumbling and stuttering and stumbling and muttering - is that really what Art is?
Or just a product of what it's become? Eh, oh
'Cause nowadays these kids get rich, they
Go around calling they girls a bitch
But they are always coming up with a different story
And now it's a little bit boring
Go back to your room and write something with importance, eh
Nowadays these kids get rich
Not writing their own songs and they never say anything
And it's really starting to grind on me; doing all this time for no-one to see how hard I might be working on me, but
What about our country, eh?
What about the world you're living in today?
Song written, performed and recorded by Shillam
All music, lyrics, composition and structure were composed/ written by and belong to Shillam.
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