say what you feel
it could be the last thing you do
it could be the last thing you do
As time passes, I seem to reflect often— Why did I make an excuse? Why didn't I just say the truth?
Image by Nia McCatty // @vibrantlittlesnap
Verse 1:
are you brooding? is there a fountain in your mind? there’s no sound to your thinking you’ll have to speak up every time. [FIX] with moments ever passing your gullet won’t say just sit in your raft, let the river take you away. |
VERSE 2:
a blossoming burden, you’re grieving by the day the rubic’s cube world you lose your fingers on the way (faster) as surely as they thought so, you duly acquiesce the bombing in the background the cave was nothing less you can’t prevent their wounds from grinding into salt the future falls on you, this is your fault |
Verse 3:
i’m stealing the moments from you thoughts in a spaghetti fog don’t you see you’ve been wasting your time with revenge? with this plot with this hate? |
'Passive and Meek' was created in high school. Way back then I could recognise how passive I was, and how meek it ultimately made me feel as I was not vocal about how I really felt.
I spent my younger years letting things be the way they were, refusing to disrupt the flow that a higher power had ordained, or the mechanisms of society that I couldn't understand. I found myself setting up barriers for myself, closing myself off from opportunities and making excuses to avoid interactions.
Fear removes opportunities from people's lives. Fear is a monster that many struggle to directly address or even admit to being a monster to them. That is how so many people are subserviant to fear.
I spent my younger years letting things be the way they were, refusing to disrupt the flow that a higher power had ordained, or the mechanisms of society that I couldn't understand. I found myself setting up barriers for myself, closing myself off from opportunities and making excuses to avoid interactions.
Fear removes opportunities from people's lives. Fear is a monster that many struggle to directly address or even admit to being a monster to them. That is how so many people are subserviant to fear.
build:
i won’t be ripped away by another current at sea. i won’t be stopped in my tracks for thinking my beliefs i won’t play dumb to sacrifice the fool i'm not a psychopath who dare unthread the spool i won’t be a cinderblock on the floor of your swimming pool. i won't be lost in the drip of my vitriol i won’t be turning the gears at the abattoir no more you know me, i’ve always been this keen. i said what i felt. i’ll say what i believe. |
Final Chorus:
(in the sun) lost in the gaze of the sun monsters erupt from the cave shackles unbound in my grave lost in the gaze of the sun |
me, age 17 at groovin the moo
I had a realisation once I finished my education: everything would have been better and ultimately so much easier if I had just been honest about how I was feeling. I wouldn't feel so stuck and regretful about moments in my life and at the very least, I would have more answers than I would have questions.
I also think learning that these "higher powers" that I submitted to in my past were just thinly veiled decisions from fellow human beings, I doubted the credibility of my own decision making.
I can be lazy and weak-willed sometimes. Everyone is. But I shouldn't let that become who I am, because I won't be walking the down the path I want to follow if I do let that happen.
I also think learning that these "higher powers" that I submitted to in my past were just thinly veiled decisions from fellow human beings, I doubted the credibility of my own decision making.
I can be lazy and weak-willed sometimes. Everyone is. But I shouldn't let that become who I am, because I won't be walking the down the path I want to follow if I do let that happen.
the nova rends their torso clean
in the gaze of the sun quashed by the force of the moon. what could i do but watch? and i sit and watch |
lacking emotion,
i sit in silence everyday thinking about what could be and conserving my energy |
was it bad to begin with?
what have you been fighting for your whole life? have you found a way? i will stand up to the stars these stars can’t hold me down there is no other way |
i won’t be ripped away by another current at sea.
i won’t be stopped in my tracks for thinking my beliefs i'm not a psychopath who dare unthread the spool i won’t be a cinderblock on the floor of your swimming pool. i won't be led astray in the drip of my vitriol i won’t be turning the gears at this abattoir no more you know me, i’ve always been so ready. i said what i felt. i’ll say what i believe. |
won’t be cut by the axe for your fake reality
i won’t be chopped by the axe
i won’t be chopped by the axe
Back in time, when my overall vision focused on discussing cults, radicalisation and disparities, I was writing about facing your fears and making the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good. The build at the end was evoking the final words spoken on death row, as if you're facing the firing squad and saying you have no regrets. As the intention of the song changed, this vehement plea of passion stayed the same.
you,
sitting with the grapes in your lap fall asleep to the bombs recline yourself, upholster your room (walls) are you living out a life? you think you'll ever find a night? well, when the time comes, you'll be beholding their grace, you're never in their place benevolent god quietly living out a life in the shelter of the night |
are you empowered?
are you reclaiming our lives? [are these the thoughts from your inner mind? do you have thoughts of your own kind? are these the thoughts you derived?] how was this final conclusion derived in your mind? the problem's not a tangram. you know there's something to say? but when the time comes, your pride is the one that you save. START AGAIN. you're nothing but their slave!!! |
fear has struck you down
anticipate a body blow behind the shield, [you are] stuck in your shadow there is no burden in the weight of my words. jumping the hurdles and changing my fate. don’t you see you’ve been wasting your time just by resting your palms on the gate? are you proud to be a lie? become one in the rye but when the time comes, you’ll be the ones in the bay. i only know this way |
won’t you say what you feel
you could save the things you love say, go on, say, say what you feel it could be the last thing you do won’t you tell me the way that you feel?
you could stop it all going wrong won't you say it? the way that you feel?
it could be something to take you beyond? it will help you untangle the knot |
won't you spit out the way that you feel?
you could be dancing around with your head in your arms! just say it, tell us the way that you feel that way we can help prevent what's going on. we could stop you from falling further down |
just say it, say what you feel
we'll let our sleeves beat with blood as they want
we'll let our sleeves beat with blood as they want
Artwork by Sandro Saran
The problem’s not a tangram
You know there’s something to say
But when the time comes, your pride is the one that you save
[You’re nothing but their slave.]
'Say What You Feel', the latest single from Orange Orange, will be released on November 25th 2022.
Presave it: I've said what I've felt, I'll say what I believe.
Presave it: I've said what I've felt, I'll say what I believe.