I wrote this on a beach in Cornwall. Useless Fact No. 1.
lyrics
I handle bars like push bike handlebars
Riding by the brambles under stars
Tabletop candles in the dark
Sparklers in the park
Joyriders in the cars
It's the fabric of the past,
the pens like a needle
We used to find syringes in the churchyard where the steeple
Pointed to getting high as the heavens
Play on the estate just be back by seven
My childhood smelled of burnt toast
Chlorine in swimming pools
Where we first learned strokes
I still can't do butterfly
But I'm a caterpillar rapper killer when I wanna rhyme
Cocooned in my studio room
Till I'm entombed
Juliet you ain't my sun or my moon
That'd be music
I revolve around the verse
With a species of MCs evolved around the earth
We held sessions on a Friday
Rhyme into a wardrobe
Swore loads, played on radio would sound like morse code
Save our souls, save our souls
Hopeless kids trying to pan for gold
In your left and right earlobe
Hi fi and stereo
I write material alive with my ghosts
Echoes of the old days
Embers of the coal blaze
In the dying light of a fire
Where we sat round on Sundays
Gran listened to choirs
Songs of praise, songs of praise
Me and grandad trying to
Watch match of the day
I miss those fights
I lay awoke and wrote this
I miss those nights
credits
from Burnt Toast EP,
released January 1, 2016
Produced by Oddisee, Original Track 'No Sugar No Cream' from The Odd Tape. Written and recorded by Christian Foley
Soulful and funky, the Nottingham rapper's latest features guest appearances from CRIMEAPPLE, Vandal Savage and Yumah. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024