higher dimension
my spirit is protected
they try to bring me down
but all that shit just gets deflected
to you, i don't have much
but what i got i had to work for
with nothing handed to them,
in the fields, my folks were dirt poor,
brown skinned migrants
slave to white tyrants,
worked they whole damn lives,
but got nothing for retirement,
no pension just tension,
enough to pay attention,
this muthafuken struggle's much too real not to mention,
they're laughing from their high rise,
and tell us that we're lazy,
they drive it in our minds so fucking much it drives us crazy,
we've been fuct since the beginning,
they always up there winning
we're forced to play a game,
that they always fucking rigging.
it's a problem of society,
when people got no hope left
they resort to lives of violence,
lights out, and buenas noches,
and do you even know chess?
do you know what it means,
that the pawns always outnumber all the kings and queens.
and they always try to use us, exploit us and abuse us,
when we try to rise, they crucify another jesus,
hunger is so powerful, you gotta scratch that itch,
when the poor got nothing left,
then it's time to eat the rich.
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021
Drifting dreampop and snarling grunge, with potent vocals wrapped in gauzy textures one minute, surrounded by jagged riffs the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 21, 2023
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023