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This Mixtape's A Disgrace

by Rebel Without A Coat

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1.
Welcome to the mind of Rebel Without a Coat I'd like to say I rebel with every note, but I hate to say you'd probably pick out a few quotes That disprove this theory and lose you my vote Maybe you'll choke the dishonesty provoked by my throat I mean to start with, I sometimes wear a coat I have all these big ideas and radical views But I have to admit, sometimes I'm just confused This mixtape's a disgrace to sick hateful apes and wastes of space Yes, we spit licks in ship-shape, me myself and I and I no longer in a split state Wait, why've I made my shit fake? I say I never like to speak of people with distaste In which case the chorus is a kind of mistake Talkin of people with awful deceitful ways and their piss-takes Like it takes a genius to sift through the shipmates And dictate that they sit straight on the bottom of the pile They've probably gotta be rotten and vile I'll be the judge of that, I say with a smile I just rile myself up, I'm well fucked up On the stealth of an unhealthily wealthy belt of intellect That's intersected by a sense of self respect That in effect just tests as Narcissistic. Why you playin with this shit? With over-insistent pricks nickin your biscuit Don't risk it, I'll make you look a mean little misfit As if it's Christmas and my fist is on your wishlist And if there's an inquisition into why I dismiss The way I spit, hiss such vicious business Disinterest will flicker across my face I'll skip and I'll hop to another place and I'll run away like a disgrace Now, I just spent the first verse Complainin of the curse of babblin batty fanatical blurb That contradicts my words, kicks my conscience to the curb Counteracts my compassion for the fashion of blastin This assonance up your ass whether or not you were askin - Unpractical spastics take the most drastic of action - And blast into fractions all their adds and subtractions As they're dragged from their task by these fantastic distractions And now I look back at my fanatical refrain How matter of fact I act and how I catapult my claim Into your brain, bringin the pain - I mean the flame, never the shame! My spirit, you dig it, is with it, its visions and livin are one and the same This isn't a prison of stitchin incisions up, which have arisen from such indecision and inner divisions from swimmin in 'isms You Cynical Sybil, I must have been given the wisdom and mental precision to know that derision is not cool Yeah right, keep actin like a fool This whole track's a piss-take of all the times I sounded like I never made a mistake
2.
Just A Ride 05:29
I go slow cause I don't fear capture I don't know if I'll live ever after My poems flow through my blue throat chakra Move like the wind, blow those blue notes at ya Beats so mean, call me cruel like Thatcher But I'm here to rejuvinate ya, not sap ya We be spreadin love, we be writin the next chapter The second comin of Christ is not the rapture But the moment that consciousness slaps ya In the face like a wet fish, full splash, yeah The world as you know it will be gone in a flash, faster Than actors can learn lines for plays the day after The last of the laughter will blast through the rafters Catch you unaware like an undercover attacker Blacker, whiter than the purest yin-yang Too proud to be covered in orange skin tan This war is sin and your pores'll win, man Stop pouring your thoughts into smaller boring tin cans Stop boring into gorges, forcing in your wingspan Stop burning through resources like the bottom of thin pans Listen to the voice within, make a choice To hoist yourself up beyond the boisterous din I'm poised to win to riches of the noiseless kingdom Come with me one and all, and rejoice and sing, and Never deny yourself the chance to fly As high as you wanna fly til the day you die Never deny what you feel inside, and motherfucker, Never forget that's just a ride You say I sin by not goin to church on Sunday I say you sin by goin into work on Monday If you work for jerks who don't deserve just one day Of your time, say "you're all mine" and underpay If work days are not fun then you should run away If life's a fight, you should put your gun away When it gets too much, take the day off Sit back and sign your life away to chaos And I'm not sayin you should sit there decayin Like a slipknot that couldn't even kill, just frayin You should work your way into your world like a worm That doesn't deserve to squirm, find the earth that is firm And burst from your urn like a phoenix Discover your raw passion like you never seen it Shit's about to go down like you never dreamed it Fightin for a cause is so easy when you mean it
3.
Hello. This is your conscience knocking on your head Now it's been a while You've probably forgotten who I am Remember, I was there when you last asked, when you last were lost I was there at the beginning of time when you created me I was there whether you loved or hated me I was there to show you the way to be And I was there when you reincarnated me And when you lay in limbo I lay patiently And when you turned away from me I sat gracefully And I was there when you came back chasing me And I'm a bit bored of telling you what to do It's about time to do what I got to do, give you a proper a clue This is not the new testament or old, this just the truth This is the conscience of all living creatures channelled through Rebel Without a Coat So listen bitch Goes a little like this No ship ever sailed ya to where ya needed to be No spliff ever failed you when you weren't feeling the weed Your needing to breathe is leading you to proceed It's you that builds the cells, and it's you that they breed So if you don't take heed of the human you lead down these dark paths then you're not assuming the lead Role in this play, the soul who will be freed, you know that your ignorance is doomin indeed even so you let it grow then you stupidly plead For events to happen other than these But when you're blasphemin your demons are freed Upon flesh, thought, bone and semen they feed You scream and you bleed, too weak at the knees To stand up and see that the creator is thee IF YOU WANNA KNOW THE SECRETS OF LIFE, THEN STOP ASKIN IF YOU WANNA KNOW, IF YOU WANNA KNOW YOU JUST NEED TO KNOW YOU KNOW It was not an entity separate from the centipede Separate from the serpent or the monkey or the manatee Separate from the Vikings, separate from divine kings Separate from the Greek Gods or those who they were smiting Separate from the Beatles or the New Kids on the Block Separate from the soldiers on the strip getting shot Separate from the insects, separate from the rocks Separate from the sun and rain, separate from the crops Who parted the red sea (it was you and me) Who let my people set free (it was you and me) Who filled the land with locusts (it was you and me) Who will stop choking us (you and me) Who will destroy the governments, the shackles, the borders, the laws, the anger, the sadness, the boredom, the wars REPEAT CHORUS So I need to clarify a few things before we move on It takes a little magic to switch a groove on The magic is the life that flows left to right through your vital organs, more than just an ordinary current, motherfucker this be chi The energy of which I'm made up, this be me Only I can truly create a shift in me Only the power of life within will be liftin me I'm fit to be what I see fit for me That's why I spit with ease, and if you rip these trees Down to the ground break open the pods and split the peas If you look within, you will quickly see Yourself staring back at me, that's you, see So open your heart to the beauty Let positivity grow like a fruit tree Dig up your weeds and let it flow through, freely REPEAT CHORUS
4.
Make way for the evolution of consciousness Which haunts the best of the pawns in this chess game The wrong can't rest in its satanic nest To give the planet the best expectations To do no more, no less, than to complete its quest Exorcism will put the devil under cardiac arrest We are eternally blessed with the ability to confess That which has not yet been addressed As our hearts and minds are put to the test We are the only ones who can undo this mess In the laws of nature the rules are set The proof is in you, the proof is sayin yes I was born free, I will die free The question is, am I gonna live free? Yes I was born free, I will die free The question is, am I gonna live free? Now the structures will fall, destruction of all Interruptions to the call from the goodness of all The rust on the walls, the dust in the vaults Which disgustingly holds all your money so cold The governments, the banks and the troops and the ranks Corporations put in place to make you pay your duty stamp Mythical nations and their states will be replaced by communities Who truly be brothers and sisters in unity And ruling class will be bypassed by the fact That we know we no longer need to live like that Our minds will be unshackled Your life will be unsettled But have no fear, you need do nothing Have no fear, the bullshit is already stopping I am not a national insurance number, Nor a signature on a piece of paper, I am not your property I have not got to be properly compliantly abidin by the laws of society Silently sittin back with the police violently, passively-agressively effectively defilin me Courts trialin me for smilin sweet instead of answerin questions I'm sorry, I was just establishin connections Cause officer, officer, you know you're a slave too Brainwashed to become a brute just because you're paid to And for this reason I don't blame you, but I came to do What I had to do, show you real you You are a magical energetic field Physically manifested as a skin and bone shield You're gifted by your logic but your logic can't feel Peel away the illusion and you will heal So burn your fuckin birth certificate Burn the notion that you're just a worthless idiot Burn the piece of shit they made you think you were Burn the propaganda that you think you heard Burn the money they made you think the planet's worth And who's they? The satanic scourge That lives inside every one of us, but can easily be removed All we need to do is shine the light upon it that radiates from the truth
5.
Mikupa muda, mikupa funky Buddha The truth sounds rude so I sound ruder Censorship's meant to split what they slip to the public From the pure passion that I rightfully would spit Through your speakers, if you tweak a word that I say You fuck me over cause they never heard what I say Freedom of speech to preach weeks' worth of wisdom Months and years, blood and tears that I give them I drip with the hip hop, quick, take a pit stop Keep the flow slow when I'm rollin in these flip-flops And no I did not stop for the kids not to clock That I like to use dirty words a lot Thirty herds o' cock-suckin jocks couldn't block me I'd thank ya to play my material properly I'm deep, explicit when I spit it from the booth Parental advisory, may contain the truth So don't you clean my Dirty dirty beats, dirty dirty beats Dirty dirty beats, dirty dirty don't you clean my Dirty dirty beats, dirty dirty beats Dirty like the bottom of my bare naked feet I'm speakin of keepin the peace for all that are fortunate Enough to breathe sweet air - War? I be sortin that The state has stolen our personalities, I be reportin that Back to my ndugus in a flash like a quarterback We need to eat, now you think I hadn't thought o' that? Self-sufficiency, the mission be the sordid lack of land Which is named by no man Switch the blame to the picture frame in your hand The same picture which made ya slave to the brand And cave to culture of workin for the man They slam slam you into the iron maiden I play the fool, like a mule I am laiden Well, I won't take this shit no more, mother Britain I will travel to anywhere that I can fit in Or pass through, flickerin and flittin The point is I'm standin, motherfucker, not sittin Third verse, this is worst first for the jerks Who think I talk too much just because I hurt their Ears with my bassline over and over I'll rap my way from John O' Groats to Dover If that's what it takes to escape all o' the rat race I hold it at that pace so that I'm not flat on my face When you find me at the finish line, bindin all my rhymes Into a little ball, little more than a brittle scrawl I can already feel it fallin apart The sea salt stingin but rewardin my heart I'm breathin all heavily, I'll never be Emily Untethered from my memory, I'll only be energy What goes down I know must come up I'm goin down beneath the ground, wish me luck If you don't see me for a couple of years I've passed on Usiku mwema, I'm gone
6.
Everywhere I go Someone got somethin to say I just wanna be on my way now Me, myself and I beside the sunset coloured sea Minding my own business And all you people cannot give me what I need Cause what I need is to believe that Everywhere I go Someone got my back Even if it don't look like it Just to know that solitude is not such a bad thing Even if it hurts at first To break through your cloud of woe, You must go to the places that you know you fear What you know From the days you were a child Is not all gold So don't take it all to be right I will learn afresh And I will clean up my mess And I won't give up All through your life You've been taught to be anything but your whole self Perfect people walk along a tightrope that is thin Relying on their safety nets Before you get back up Trust me, you'll be happy and perfectly free Down here on the ground Vibrating with the sound Of real things and people Comin out of your comfort zone will give you the space to dance Come and join the carnival Too break through your shell You must be the first To dive into your universe, my dear What you know Your thoughts are gold But don't take any of them to be right
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8.
Threnodies 03:16
I make threnodies, I make music my centrepiece I'm tired of rappin about my broken identities I went to see Hebridean sea in all its majesty Finally I breathed and I began to see It doesn't really matter what they do about me Most mothers don't have a clue about me But that doesn't mean that I dwell in secrecy It's just that I find my psyche smellin frequently Of the bullshit that makes a woman what she wants to be And I can't find the words to describe that certain she I certainly don't want to be permantly Regurgitatin words that don't mean anythin to me Just because I think my hip hop is mean Just because I think that I'm so fresh and so clean Profound is the sound of my brain spinnin round on its axis Labour can't tax this Cause it doesn't belong to anyone so I can max this I can turn it into a man of the match hat-trick One, two, three, get up Get down so the funky sound won't let up Drink a vat of beer if you wanna fuck your head up Come on children, dance til you're thoroughly fed up One, two, three, four I make threnodies for the victims of the worst wars That's right, it's a noble cause I make question marks, not disrespectful remarks I'm inclined to find a back door into the charts The underground ones represented by the people's hearts If you arrest, I'll do my best to jump-start Society sometimes goes stale, skin pale Rigor mortis, I report this, don't abort this mission or we'll fail Do you want the next chapter to be where X Factor prevails? I hear music scream and wail No, no, don't let Simon's ship set sail! Fuck it, he can do whatever he wants I never set out to step on anybody's toes, but it haunts me To think that we could sink as a country to the low Where Britain's Got Talent is all we got to show Don't get me wrong, there'll always be a song For the lost and the lonely and the don't belong There'll always be a fever and a fever receiver There'll always be a Jesus and a fervent believer But there'll always be a reluctant bunch of pharisees Who, in my opinion, don't always see with clarity There's no good and bad, no wrong and right, no real disparities All I'm sayin is I got soul you can share with me
9.
So my mind knocked on my door and asked to come in I said, "come in for a cup of tea, man, how ya been?" My mind did not respond to this questioning Or the friendly conversational atmosphere I tried to bring It seemed to have a couple of questions of its own So it got all up in its serious zone Which if I'm not mistaken is located somewhere up its arse That's why it stands to straight and looks so smart It said "Listen, I got a bit of a bone to pick with you I will have to be a little bit strict with you Because these concepts do not seem to fit in you And if I have to jam them into you then I plan to do Due to your human nature, they do not seem to sit with you Cause you are a being, and I am a doing I have knowledge, I have logic, I know exactly what I'm doing Where as you sit around chewing, screwing, wasting, renewing Ignoring logical obstacles to illogical, vulnerable, dangerous endeavours Which aren't big or clever Which will never take you to this joke you call heaven With your attitude I could not squeeze seven seconds of productivity from your idle hands Where are your preparations, blueprints and plans For every single possible little imaginable situation which may or may not present itself to you in the near or distant future What will you do?" Ay, it's my mind, it's my man, it's my wo-man! It's my number one efficient survival tool It's my number two educated beautiful fool How's it hangin? Mm-mmm.... Well this is nice tea, this is nice weed... I haven't really worked out if I like weed Oh that's a nice tree, and that's a nice breeze Lovely sunshine, that's fine... Sorry, did you ask me a question? Shit...oh, I remember it Well, what can I say, mind? I find your shit preposterous Know your place, your methods are not to my taste For finding peace and joy and love and pure divine grace I think your talents lie in a more practical place And work best when not all up in my face Having had rest, feeling fresh and ready to replace The past with the present - trust me, you do just ace At knowing where I put my keys, how to bake a cake Knowing how to tie a knot, how to use a rake I like it when you help me out as and when I need I like it when you wake me from my trivial dreams I like it when you look in the dictionary to find out what a word means I like it when you open tins of beans I just don't need you on my spiritual scene I just don't need you when I'm walkin down the street When I'm playin funky beats, when I'm throwin away receipts Dancin, singin, laughin, clappin, rappin, skiin, drinkin, bein That's why you are a doing And I am a being
10.
I don't sleep very well at Castle Rock I don't sleep very well at Castle Rock Why are all these girls makin noise Like their fingers are poised To please themselves? There's one part of my body that's still awake I'm just tryin to get some sleep, for fuck's sake How did it get so hot in here so fast? Oh, I want someone tonight Oh, isn't it my god-given right To be loved, to be touched? I don't sleep very well at Castle Rock I don't sleep very well at Castle Rock Why are all these girls makin sounds Like their female friends are around To make them feel good Good for you, you're keepin satisfied I just want someone to hold me before I die I've gotta get up early in the mornin And clean your dirty bed Oh, I want someone tonight Oh, why couldn't it have been you?
11.
I’m just wonderin Why I feel shit every time I do NOTHIN It’s curious cause I don’t give a shit about NOTHIN I don’t fear death and I don’t regret NOTHIN I don’t really care if my career amounts to NOTHIN Cause I don’t need money, nah, money solves NOTHIN I don’t need success or respect or NOTHIN Jewellery cars cash it’s all crap it’s all NOTHIN We should let live let no-one let NOTHIN Get In the way of owning what is ours which is NOTHIN We should let the force do the work, we do NOTHIN We should focus purely on bein and force NOTHIN When we do what feels right we fuck up NOTHIN So why do I feel wrong when I feel like doin NOTHIN From what arose this void created by doin NOTHIN The tiredness, the silence, the boredom with the NOTHIN The need to be somethin cause you’re scared of bein NOTHIN The need do somethin cause you can’t think of NOTHIN To take your mind off this big space full of NOTHIN I would remove these thoughts but I could be faced with NOTHIN I’d like to take my brain and replace it with NOTHIN Now I’d like to take a minute just a minute, that’s NOTHIN To talk to you about the wonder we call NOTHIN Share with you my confusion on the matter of NOTHIN If there is no matter in a space is there just NOTHIN If there is no will to create is there just NOTHIN If it has no significance is it NOTHIN If there’s no space, no spirit no NOTHIN How can anything exist including NOTHIN What the fuck is the point in talkin about NOTHIN Talkin really loud when you’re really sayin NOTHIN Shut the fuck up mate – “What?” – nothin I just wanted to say... nothin I don’t remember... NOTHIN I can’t be held responsible for NOTHIN I am happy to be representative of NOTHIN Although I fear I might fade away into NOTHIN Should I be standin up and sayin I won’t stop at NOTHIN Or should I just chill out, without needin NOTHIN In this world, I find often I feel NOTHIN Is it cause my broth is frothin over full of NOTHIN I don’t know cause I don’t know NOTHIN I’m always swallowin’ bullshit and coughin up NOTHIN I’m always droppin off the edge of this NOTHIN And what do I have to show... NOTHIN I NEVER FEEL COMPLETE CAUSE I NEVER FINISH NOTHIN WHY I SHOULD REPEAT THE SAME SHIT ALL FOR NOTHIN HOW CAN I BE SOMETHIN THAT I’M NOT IF I’M NOTHIN I WILL WASH AWAY THIS NEGATIVITY INTO THE NOTHIN EVERYTHIN IS BEAUTIFUL CAUSE EVERYTHIN IS NOTHIN EVERYTHIN IS CREATED COMPLETELY OUT OF NOTHIN EVERYTHIN THAT LIVES CAME CRAWLIN OUT OF NOTHIN I INVITE YOU ALL TO CRAWL OUT OF YOUR NOTHIN
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It's time to feel fine To let go enough to just unwind Inspire me to make a magnetic force that is higher than me Acquirin speed Alive with the breath of the violent sea Quiet with the flicker of the fire in me Sirens bleed, oh silence me That I may be still, I may become complete This is a call to the fates of the cosmos But I'm not sure if it's necessary cause I got a Feelin all the elements are goin to burn No matter how much I kick and squirm Eternity's emptiness is goin to return no matter Whether or not us motherfuckin humans learn To clean up after we've machine-fucked Everythin that's green up, sicked up our greedy fuckin guts Psychologically ready to blow ourselves up Blow up the planet, I couldn't give a fuck But I'm gonna be, honestly, honest with me Honest with you, honest with the people on the street Matter is just a vessel for all that will ever be But is not necessary for this divine entity To live and breathe, it don't need an identity With or without you it will be as it's meant to be But that don't mean that you are insignificant or small Size is merely a perception projected by what you call Your mind, can't we find another way to see it Our thinkin's been so boxed in recently It's time to feel fine To let go enough to just unwind The holy bible of internal, infernal revival Is much more than this, much more Than a stream of consciousness Much more than a right and wrong and what does and doesn't belong list I'm a fist in between the teeth of everything you've missed I'm'a hold you both apart so you can't just kiss its lips Pretendin it's made up of physical bliss, dismiss The focal point of what my vocals point to You take the fuckin piss, rip, strip, blitz away the real meanin But I must readjust my stance cause I'm leanin Over to the dark side, the criminal, animal Quite unseminal hypocritcal egotistical abode Down in the sewers, deep beneath the roads Swimmin in the rivers into which people dump loads Oh no, I've been overthrown Lucifer tipped me over by the backbone And now I'm ramblin about my new way of anglin My camera at the culture that I'm soon to be stranglin But look at me, I'm just an educated Motherfuckin spastic fool with a box of plastic tools Comin to fix ya pipes and overcharge you Runnin from somethin, pretendin it's nothin Then my rhymes get knocked out of whack as I'm choppin, Fuckin it up and then hackin it with my axe, not stoppin To see the destruction, to feel the force of life Notice how I float this boat and keep it watertight There's somethin frightenin about our handle on our language And our complete lack of willingness to understand it So when I sign out, I hope that we can find out Why were designed and accept that we're gonna time out Apocalyptic, this cryptic story will wind down I'm lookin forward to leavin it all behind now
13.
I have this image of you with a single slim white cup Holdin it up, ready to sup the lovingly constructed stuff of freeze-dried beans died with semi-skimmed cream of cow Slowly stirred sugar dissolved into another dimension Bringin to your lips with a grip that never traps but never slips, the lit cig that sits between your lips, which you so carefully constructed from this: A plant grown from God's green earth, rolled with a rottable roach into a small cradle of paper You're wearin one of your two identical black pairs of jeans And that fully functional fluffy jumper that I have so frequently seen That I know your wardrobe is so refreshingly far from obsessively large that it's blessin the hearts of the less-into-arts and more-into-farts Humblin the stumblin, grumblin, forever fumblin, fumin humans who hunt on presumin that the worthless doomin shroud of proud attire will lift them higher Oh you of simple desires I never tire from admirin the lack of liar that this black attire portrays For you will speak the truth for days And then after preachin reach for truthful ways Yet you judge not the stupid haze into which Cupid will cause groups to stoop for days You merely observe And dearest, what words of shocked blurb on the absurd herd of lost sheep that you seek to shake from their sleep do seep from your mouth as you speak And what mannerisms of peaceful manners given to you by Jesus and Gandhi and other true believers of un-mandatory yet splendorous truth Do open your arms and poignant palms as if to pass proof That your words would not be let loose under the roof of a house of God Yet so modestly nod to an un-protestant god that you could not possibly fob off or rob another Tom, Joe or Bob With an inky log of logical, lingerin linguistic codswallop Not a whoppin wallop Just a gentle prod When I am too mouthy and defend my views too loudly I am reminded of your un-cloudily, un-proudly resoundin expressive sounds How you would not aggressively round on a disagreein human bein or progressively put them down Never would such a frown spread down beneath your thorny crown Always do you smile and sprinkle your simple love upon your brothers As your eyes do twinkle, blue In the clear daylight on the ocean of you So beautiful are you, and so platonic is my love I bid you spread your wings as the whitest dove does hover above the night like the brightest diamond in the rough Sayin, "trust. I will never bluff." And as if that wasn't enough You now bring forth from the lint and fluff of nothing Spluttering and coughing A collaborative creation so heartstoppin, Shockingly droppin from the nurturin womb of your beautiful companion That summer shoot of dandelion who randomly designs regime-defyin images so brimmin with the limitless decisionless scribblin of precision which render the imprisoned no longer visionless Her wisdom sits upon my shoulders Massagin knots and folds that smolder as I tightly hold a tension there Now your attention stares upon this rare flesh of a new citizen of nowhere As it grows hair and grows aware, with no cares for ghostly affairs Mostly it dares to go where...no MAN has ever gone before And how you'll cherish and adore this breach of the first law of thermodynamics As you show it the world, the planet And can it be that when it breathes and grows to be the purely free person to see the world that we are cursed to see That it will be, perhaps at 63 Perhaps after the last sights you see Living in the world that you foresee.
14.
Mr Johnson sits in a field And knows your pain very well He takes your hand and helps you Block out all the noise, all the noise All the noise and poison I don't care for analysis of what's wrong with me He just feels you there He says "you're too scared to go, You're too scared to go Sit by the side of the woman Sit by the side of the woman Who takes away all of your fear" I'm too scared to go I'm too scared to go I'm too scared to go I'm too scared to go Where do I go? Where do I go?
15.
It's not possible for the wave to find the ocean No, it's not possible for the wave to find the ocean No, it's not possible for the wave to find the ocean For the wave is the ocean I talk lightheartedly but my heart is not always light I walk by without a fight but it doesn't always feel right It's strange to me, the need to see light in order to believe in it Cause physical vision is just the mind's way of perceivin it If it's not weavin into your retina, don't mean you're not receivin it If it doesn't mentally manifest, you're just not retrievin it Funny how in dreams, light switches do not work And neither does your ability to read the clockwork Time appears real in the cage of your waking life But cannot be measured when you go to sleep at night And light switches do not switch on the light in the room Do not dispel all your inner sin and gloom I used to have this recurrin dream about a room Where the light switch did not switch on the light in the room Maybe the darkness was the doom, and the light was the saviour And the light switch was my outwardly controlling behaviour Which changes nothing within, but seeks to change without Yet change without cannot come without change within This explains the dim reactions from a god you see as bein above Like the light bulb, it is the love That you seek to receive from the outside world But all light, all love, from the inside must unfurl No, it's not possible for the wave to find the ocean A wave cannot delay the tide of perpetual motion The moon draws it back and forth with such monastic devotion That the energy of the sea is catalystic potion Feeding the spirits of those journeying into themselves They can hear the sea in the shells Even if they're miles away from the sea in the hell Of the jaws of mass productivity that compels them To destroy their creativity and just weld One building on top of another, you can smell The cement as it seals all air from the premises The unknown outside the walls becomes the nemesis Yet on the inside, everything perishes This is meritless Being trapped on the inside or the outside of the shell Prevents you from enjoying one and the other as well So please, when you hear the sound of the sea Remember that the highest up and deepest down is me Is you, is she, is he, is what we ultimately be And that's why the wave is free

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A collection of bits and bobs from over the last three years or so of Rebel Without a Coat, dating back to when she was still performing under the stage name "Northern Poetry". It starts with four exclusive shiny new songs and ends with her live featured set at Out of The Bedroom at the Montague during the Edinburgh Fringe 2012, whilst still called Northern Poetry.

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released November 20, 2013

Performed/sequenced/sampled and produced by Rebel Without a Coat except:

Minding My Own Business:
Produced by Phill Ward
Rebel Without a Coat does vocals, percussion and keys
Phill Ward does guitar, bass, beatbox and percussion

Mind Under Matter:
Produced by Rebel Without a Coat
Rebel Without a Coat does vocals
Mike Ward does guitar

Music and lyrics by Rebel Without a Coat

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