Miserable Music - EP

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I am offering you some thought provoking ramblings with my grainy British West Country rap vocals over a 6 track EP that I decided to call Miserable Music. Anger, depression, social awkwardness, narcotics abuse and me generally moaning in the only way I know how is all crammed into this miserable yet beautifully crafted noise.

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released May 20, 2016

Artist: Gimson
Producers: Ded Tebiase, Airfee, Gimson and Twisted RootZ
Mixing engineer: Gimson
Mastering engineer: Pete Maher
Title: Miserable Music
Label: Crudely Cut Records
Cat #: GIM0006
Format: EP

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Gimson (pronounced Gym-Sun) is a Hip hop artist with a thick and distinctive West Country accent. The socially awkward 6 foot 4 inch rapper from Bath is a crude poet with a depth of imagination that is dark, cold and hard hitting. His raps are a social commentary consisting of heart breaking tales, dark humour and picturesque imagery. ... more

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Track Name: Which One of You?
Now which one of you believes that you can really get it
Passion in your stride like a psychopathic zealot
Visions of a new world like I’m munching psychedelics
Numb to your bullshit repellent anaesthetic
For cash I got a fetish in my head it is embedded
I demand a jet ski watch me fuck it straight through Venice
Tear through every crevice so I can spread this message
That money makes a man not know where his fucking head is

Now which one of you believes that money is the answer
Your auntie’s struck cancer looking for an answer
Insurance won’t finance her, her cover was bog standard
With top level care they would’ve dealt with her faster
Money shouldn’t have been the issue
If the technology is there then they should go and fix you
But no your not a rich dude so it’s likely you’ll get sick too
And just like your auntie when you’re down they’re gonna kick you

Now which one of you feels to bow to a mortal
A high ranking member of this world we think is normal
Where formals fake and forceful it’s cringey and it’s awful
Fuck a monarchy and this outdated borstal
84 law school utopian statesman
Social housing members bigoted a waste man
Judged by another for the state of your fake tan
The label on your clothing like it’s part of your game plan

Now which of you thinks that you can make a difference
Keyboard warriors expressing their opinions
Trolled by their minions in a network of religions
Like google is our god we paste on Twitter his decisions
Cyber warfare now the game is changing
Intelligence is artificial empathy is a strange thing
Get stocks from your company just for exchanging
Irresponsible gambling gave society a staining
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Track Name: Broken feat. Melissa Dawn & Koast
ADHD's an easy get out feed that fucker full of ritalin
Get the body that you dreamed of and buy these useless supplements and vitamins
Statistics show... statistics show...
Statistics show we are simplistic folk
Sensitive weak we cling to hope
We work all week but still we're broke
You wake up most mornings to an alarm and do a job that you cant stand
But you just get on with it cuz all through your life that's the way you've been programmed
Why the fuck you think there's so many people who are now cultivating weed
See in 8 to 12 weeks they can have that bagged up and out on the streets
I digress the point I'm trying to make is why the fuck do we accept oppression
If you have mask who you are do you know that it will eventually lead to depression
They grant us freedom of speech and then accuse us of preaching hatred
As they ride corporate waves in yachts which they paid for with their slave ships
Too political too trivial they try look down on you like you're miniscule
Remain shameless no ridicule optimistic yet cynical
Rage against the machine fuck you I won't do what you tell me
That attitude there is labeled problem child so the doctors would suggest ritalin could help me
Track Name: Words You Can't Pronounce
Verse 1:
They said live for the moment but that was stolen by my iPhone
And now I got the watch, a go pro and I can fly drones
My mother nags at me that I'll never be happy
As I criticise these failures and brand things as tacky
My grandmother told me that I'd gone and lost my sparkle
Like a miserable old cunt who spends his days on a bar stool
Think of the environment you should use a car pool
Like the mass produced meat you eat isn't just as harmful
God complex everyone else is decrepit deviants
With these flying fucking books because I'm lacking in obedience
Guys who wear suits and ties they tend to be sleazy cunts
Never trust the clean shaven be wise with your allegiances
...Lazy cunts are not dunces
Well... I guess some are just dumb thick
I can spot the fake in your crap lousy shit face
Deluded fantasies of earning riches from a mixtape

Hook:
With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell
With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell
With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell
With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell

Verse 2:
I was supposed to finish my album but I bought fallout 4
And now I spend my days in Boston shooting mutants in a war
I turn it off but still see these feral ghouls
Scatty fucking skanks and deluded little fools
Road, gym, club, fallacies
With a library of songs in which the lyrics need casualty
The type to be in Tate modern critiquing artist brush strokes
Or cussing a barbers shape ups whilst he's yielding on a cut throat
You shouldn't have been born human you should've been a tree
So you can get pissed on by creatures the same ones you help breathe
TV has tapped my head again these pixels are a drug
I write depressing shit I don't write music for the clubs
...And I don't make music for the kids
If I did they'd be sociopathic emo little pricks
I do this for no reason what so fucking ever
A creative process is just a process don't think its something clever

Hook:
With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell
With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell
With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell
With words you can’t pronounce stories you can’t tell


Verse 3:
They'll criticise you anyway, may as well do what you feel like
So pick your poison stick your finger up and show them what is real life
Ang tight all the judgers
The happy talking huggers who discuss the lives of others
Hanging out in forums faceless little Normans
Feel they're so important as they're frazzling endorphins
Revenge porn, captives getting heads sawn
Kiddies are at war like they're stars of red dawn
Fortunes from a bed investing in the markets
No ethics in addiction arms factories shares in dark shit
Trimming leaves from hedge funds tax havens for these ventures
An egotistical pissing contest of which one of you gets hencher
The chaser is the mixer
In the silence there's a whisper the calm before the twister
Relying on a fixer to get me an elixir
Then vanish from this town like a vagrant or a drifter
Track Name: Drifter feat. Twisted RootZ
Verse 1:
Only love my girlfriend when I'm on a fucking come down
But when I'm on these uppers I give these other girls the run around
Mother keeps on calling, I've been screening her weeks
Hanging out in kitchens but forgetting to eat
She calls me a crack head, I try argue cokes different
But the fact is you smoke one, the other ones for sniffing
I've never been a crack head, I wish my cousin would fix up
But every time he says he's clean he's picking another fix up
And white ain't what his problem is, it's not the rocky road
Na he swims in the deep where the brown river flows
Days on a binge no wash or clean clothes
I'm off to the bathroom to powder my nose
I come back out and chat the ears off dumbo
Convinced I'm in love with this air headed dumb hoe
We share some smarties, we share our desires
No looking down now we just wanna go higher

Hook:
See I've always been a drifter
Cuz I don't know which way to go
See I've always been a loner
Spend my days on my own

Verse 2:
Me and my girl split up, it's a recipe for disaster
Cus now when I leave there is no going home faster
It's on to the next rave, on to the next high
And all I am to her is some cunt who was her ex guy
She's linking some next guy and I can't lie it does hurt
But a cocktail of drugs, sex with sluts and the pains dispersed
But the come downs are worse
They always did say that these drugs don't work
Sobriety is hard, my anxiety is terrible
I pop a few diazepams so outside is bearable
I'm on a slippery slope this lifestyle made me a monster
Surrounded with bad company, no friends and imposters
I push everyone away, I once had a connection
Miserable, depressed, no signs of affection
Now I'm angry at the world
So I eat MDMA to feel love once more

Hook:

Verse 3:
They say you can't buy love, I just bought mine in a blim bag
Euphoric state - if I share the bag am I an empath?
So we can say we love each other, next day were fucking strangers
Though wandering with strangers is extremely dangerous
I was told drugs are bad, drinking and smoking
Permanent damage to the count of my serotonin
Early grave, never shaved,
No friends, no legacy, no trace I existed
Mind alternating substances had my brain twisted
Some guy who was gifted, turned his back and he missed it
Lost love for himself the drugs made him restricted
The man you once knew got lost now he's empty
The death of a loner stays in nobodies memory
I said the death of a loner stays in nobodies memory
Track Name: The Brothel
VERSE 1:
They say I'm paying for my favours to these sexual little slavers
I'm not an indecent human being, my life is not outrageous
I turned my back on you and the shit I felt he had to prove
Them social little circles where they disapprove and laugh at you
A nomad in the city
I'm so lonely yet I'm set free I don't expect for you to get me
That's why they try upset me
Cuz I'm not in that clique and their lies will never tempt me
I work alone and I can stay alone for days
Socially estranged from the people that are plain
And they say that I'm plain weird and I'm deranged
Cuz I won’t revolve my life around some sporting kind of game
As they debate over football and other entertainment
I stare up the night sky in awe it's just amazing
I feel alone in a universe so busy
I don't connect with these humans cuz these humans are all shitty

HOOK:
Cuz I feel safe at the brothel
Sipping on bottle with the touch of a model
The oldest known profession
Her body is her weapon
The body of a whore is my only known affection

VERSE 2:
I grew up in a village where the kids would call me freak
Nerd loser outcaste geek
So I left for the city to blend into thick of it
Cause I can't stand the slander of the locals I am sick of it
They called me a sociopath
Cuz I won't mingle with them dopey twats
Have you seen them they're ghostless rats
Like what are they gloating at?
They cling to money they cling to religion
Either way it isn't any different
Both are addictions theyre minds are in a prison
They're still clinging to believe something else will make them fit in
They seek acceptance from others they don't love themselves
Addicted to things desire to be something else
And I can judge all I like but I pay to feel loved
Cuz no matter how distant I still long to be touched

HOOK:
Cuz I feel safe at the brothel
Sipping on bottle with the touch of a model
The oldest known profession
Her body is her weapon
The body of a whore is my only known affection
Track Name: Perceptions feat. Twisted RootZ
Don't let these looks deceive you
I get anxious in public I don't like random people
Vacant stare at the passers resemblers of lemmings
Opinionated assholes whose opinions aren't selling
Want me to dumb myself down and rap about money
Sipping E&J and how my whole team is gully
Perceptions that music must be boxed into a genre
People with their phones out all filming at a concert
Tweeting how it's great but they ain't liking one second
Celebrity culture like a bunch of fucking Beckhams
Cameras accessible at any given moment
Heads in smart phones attentions been stolen
Scroll through news feeds no art of conversation
Narcissistic views of fake news and entertainment
These fucking snap chatters wanna film you on the sly
Upload a bunch of bull shit don't be that fucking guy

You dress like you’re selfish
These lead cheerers don’t well wish
I quench my thirst with mad theories
Punctuated sarcasm is not interpreted clearlyyyyyyy
man fuck you and your money
Your opinions don’t mean shit to me
Your perception of me is not what it’s meant to be
So fuck you

I’ll pitch my voice down for the fuck of it
And put some Drake shit in front of it
Maybe now they’ll pay attention
Who am I fucking kidding

I don’t need your approval
Your views are not useful
Fuck the rest of this hook
Fill it with a sample

Videos and photos of an era so vain
A money hungry culture obsessed with cocaine
A society that is stained as they go against the grain
But if they're all against the grain then they're all the fucking same
So edgy
Crazy diet fads a bunch of part time veggies
Viral challenges like fuck a nomination
Short attention spans they're minds are concaving
Kim K's ass we landing probes out on comets
Have you seen the South Park episode all about the Hobbit
Blame culture the globes got its finger out
Outcast of society like fuck em now fling em out
Witness hatred to religion can't sleep so faithless
Bigots with their brushes out declaring they ain't racist
Eve on her mac designing clothes for the naked
Photoshop the present create the past backdate it

You dress like you’re selfish
These lead cheerers don’t well wish
I quench my thirst with mad theories
Punctuated sarcasm is not interpreted clearlyyyyyyy
man fuck you and your money
Your opinions don’t mean shit to me
Your perception of me is not what it’s meant to be
So fuck you

I’ll pitch my voice down for the fuck of it
And put some Drake shit in front of it
Maybe now they’ll pay attention
Who am I fucking kidding

You dress like you’re selfish
These lead cheerers don’t well wish
I quench my thirst with mad theories
Punctuated sarcasm is not interpreted clearlyyyyyyy
man fuck you and your money
Your opinions don’t mean shit to me
Your perception of me is not what it’s meant to be
So fuck you