Jigsaw Culture EP
by MellorD
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Jigsaw Culture
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released 04 November 2011
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- Track Name: Elastic Banded Feat. Sam Mellor
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1st Verse:
He's that fairly small, nearly caucasian, a quarter Asian,
Incorporating Swahili relation, he was born in that nation,
The freckle face with a skinny waist, very little weight,
Who celebrates whenever he finishes his dinner plates.
He's a Christian, don't ask him if he's religious,
Or practising a religion, he's actually acting different,
The pale skinned, silently confident lyricist,
With more patience than the busiest of hospital physicists.
The third year student, preferring a night in,
His girlfriend gently breathing, curling up right beside him,
The genuine, level headed type of guy,
Who's not afraid to let her in or let her see him cry.
He's abusing his food allowance, saving up it's cash,
Repeatedly in favour of choosing a new cap,
The style conscious, unconscious he's slightly worse,
Because fainting in sex ed's not a lesson to be learnt.
2nd Verse:
He's the passionate Manchester United supporter,
The one who'll take action and stand up for those who are poorer,
The Coco Pop fanatic, the cereal killer,
His photo's capture magic like the real Pen and Teller.
An iPod consisting of more drops than Robert Green,
It's where grime artist, D Double E mixes with Mobb Deep,
Aspiring media mogul, staking a claim,
Whose brightest moment was playing his tracks to Mikill Pane.
Injury prone friend of accident and emergency,
Broke a bone in his arm and is now faced with surgery,
The visual creative, persistent perfectionist,
Videos are made with a vision so correct he is...
...A spectacle, like the one's worn by intellectuals,
Love to have his songs played at all the summer festivals,
The city boy, can't stand walking in the countryside,
He'd much rather remain inland with all the civilised.
3rd Verse:
The Mancs are rating, the Mankey affiliated,
Hater of racists and Facebook rapings,
The Koppaberg drinking, superb at over thinking,
Badman ting, burning soup in the kitchen.
His face has even less hair than his Dad's bald patch,
So he carries his ID everywhere because they all ask,
Jesus bought his freedom, he's More Than Freeman,
A free man with a frequent need for speech and...
...Doctor P's sweet shop, he's got,
An awful lot of tees so call him a tea pot,
The polite kind, he may be slightly shy but,
If he's on a bus he will always thank the driver.
The speedy striker, he's scared of spiders,
Heights, so skydiving, climbing, hang gliding,
Are out of the question like a bad reporter,
About to take flight like a basketballer.
Chorus:
He's the enthusiastic, right handed, candid,
Man springing back as if he's elastic banded,
Slightly outlandish but landed, re-branded,
MellorD evidently he sets standards.
He set's standards,
MellorD evidently he sets standards.
He set's standards,
MellorD evidently he sets standards.
(X2) - Track Name: Platform Goodbyes Feat. Joe Baxter
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1st Verse:
It's happening again as I'm walking away,
I brought no pad or a pen in my bag but I'm drawing her gaze,
In the hope that I'll manage to carry her face,
I stand on the carriage, imagine if I could slam on the breaks.
I establish the sadness, fathom the damage whilst having to wave,
Acting all brave, tapping the pane, I package the same,
My life was back on track, now I'm sat on the train,
You can laugh at the irony but the battle remains.
This ain't the first time but I'm perched on the Virgin Express,
She's getting further from me and I feel I'm losing my breath,
Turn to my 'Berry, already I'm wording a text,
Searching for words, it's no worth, I just need to unburden my chest!
Five syllables is all that my thoughts will reveal,
She's unequivocal to anyone else and I feel,
It may seem minimal but 'Baby, I love you' is real,
It may be difficult but never too much of a deal.
2nd Verse:
The only thing that comforts me as I sit so uncomfortably,
Amongst no other company, is knowing in order for me,
To see you sooner I need to be leaving Coventry,
I try and be, so much stronger, think more positively.
I often miss the optimist approach, lost in nothing less,
Than the moment you stopped me, said 'I don't want you to go,'
Just know, that I find it cute when you try to be brave,
Because I see right through you babes and I know that you ain't.
But, I never told you curs I didn't wanna blow your cover,
I know it helps to make you feel like you're a little tougher,
And well I love ya, so I'll hug ya and pretend,
That I didn't feel you struggle and I didn't see you tense.
So, the postcode may change but, she already write (right),
And we both know, I already letter (let her) in my life,
So I guess I'm as ready as I will ever be,
To say goodbye and read over all of our happy memories.
3rd Verse:
As the train pulls up, having arrived in Chester,
I find that I remember the other day when I left the,
Very same place, made the effort to impress her,
Felt like a Birthday, but no cake, September...
...Was a week away, but I couldn't hide my,
Butterflies, I was flying way too high,
Curs I was excited for that first sighting,
Of my girlfriend looking rather inviting.
But now I'm writing, to her on my phone,
Just so I can let her know that I arrived home,
And I feel all alone and it's kinda weird on my own like,
I don't feel right involved in a real life...
...I, wish that reality would cease to be a problem,
And you could see me more conveniently often,
In fact, immediately would be a better option,
Curs I'm in need of love like the reason for adoption.
Chorus:
This ain't getting easier,
And you can see it all over my face,
As my chest breathes deep and I sigh,
This is a platform goodbye.
(X2) - Track Name: Jigsaw Culture
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1st Verse:
At times I'm barely able to see the rising sun,
Curs I'm afraid not even sunshine can change my horizon,
Just open your eyes and look at the sheer violence,
Shoulders full of tears, get your ears pierced by the sirens.
There's now no one unfamiliar,
With robust policing, Peckham, and young prisoners,
The devastation on the camera phones of witnesses,
Offer explanations to those who lost businesses.
Hooded youth gather as capped as the North Pole,
More clothes are passing the doors once stores close,
Than the number of cones on cordoned off roads,
Curs somebody supposedly thought that they were owed...
...A flat screen tele and a games console,
But can you use that to explain why you then raised homes?
If not, why get involved in a problem you never solved?
The only goods to come out of this were those that you stole.
2nd Verse:
We seem to accept the famine in East Africa,
As just another tragedy practising on the Africas,
And naturally, sufferings become a systematic fee,
Paid by the faces on the TV ads of charities.
Imagine a mother, forced to leave her kids to die,
Youngest left behind, the walk is too much to survive,
It's just too tough to provide for tummies in her life,
Tying rope round her stomach to keep hunger from her mind.
She insists on pushing forward to a place that they can live,
Her grief would be a luxury she simply cannot risk,
Her little kid tries to clean her teeth with a little twig,
Little did, she know a tooth would leave her upper lip...
...Bleeding, but still forcing a smile,
In need but knows she's a fortunate child,
I mean, at least she's still breathing,
Whilst 29,000 others will keep sleeping.
3rd Verse:
Now I know you may weigh less than the scales do,
But the Daily Mail's measurements have failed you,
A page 38 is where they placed this catastrophe,
Which has to be an absolute disgrace to humanity.
How can we happily, walk away from what's happening,
People need clarity, their arrogance is damaging,
How can they handle this when their hands have such narrow wrists?
We should be embarrassed that we left them all to battle with...
...The feeling no one really cares if they manage it,
Curs none of us will panic, even if they vanish, this...
...Picture's no stranger to missing pieces,
The picture will re-arrange in order to complete it.
But when will the big wide world realise,
That you can't have real eyes if they have a blindside,
And without real sight it'll never achieve,
A finished image curs there are parts that it can't see.
Chorus:
Jigsaw Culture, where do I stand?
I'm afraid curs I'm really unsure where I am,
The poor can't afford to feed from their own land,
And finance only ensures war and violence.
(X2) - Track Name: Naturally Speaking Feat. Brewski
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1st Verse:
You're all full of cheap bars and as flat as the lemonade,
Let me demonstrate how to assimilate,
Facilitate lyrical flows that will incinerate,
Medicals show that I'm tight, man I figure eight...
...Of the biggest of mirrors could never imitate,
If skies the limit, I'm in a forbidden place,
Outer (Out of) space so prohibit the visiting race,
Don't get within my way, I will eliminate.
Just consider me, a vivid image in my nation,
As imminent as this rhyme's civilisation,
Exhibit the prize for my time and patience,
Wait with anticipation for elation...
...Happiness felt when MellorD awakens,
Don't try carry yourself on my wavelength,
Marry more lines than lines wife a pavement,
This generation's mine for the taking.
Mine for the taking, this generation's mine for the taking,
Mine for the taking, this generation's mine for the taking.
2nd Verse:
I'm starting to feel the star that the others see,
Others chart me, seems their into astronomy,
Onto me, like an authority wanna collar me,
Apologies, I've got the lead, so follow me...
...Twitter feed economies, I'm an oil leak,
Annoyingly, kinda like Maradonna, honestly,
No modesty, handling my lines so obviously,
So phenomenal, rappers scream 'equality!'
This scene is my property, I'm Mr. Monopoly,
Drop to your knees, tell me you're sorry you bothered me,
Need some new clothes, you're wearing off the novelty,
All you do is copy, you never do it properly.
I understand you like carpet upholstery,
Plant holes where you're supposed to be,
Curs you're a joke to me,
So don't bring your flows to me.
3rd Verse:
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Who's running the game like Usain Bolt?
That's why they scream my name, say 'Jermaine's cold,'
Best move outta the way, only move on my say so,
Flow like an angel, wings on the halo.
Fly to the heaven overseas, in actual fact I'm a devil on the beat,
I fight like a rebel for the peace,
These guys aren't measuring to me,
I'm a beast, I'm a beast.
Let me air this out, with you I'ma share this now,
I am the breh who's wearing crowns,
If you think that your king then...
...Nah, step down.
So up in the air, I am there in clouds.
Not running, who's scared? Don't fear this clown,
Yeah...Brewski.
Chorus:
MellorD and Brewsk, we're naturally beating,
Casually defeating you, like it's a brief ting,
And we eating you, like it's a beef ting,
MellorD and Brewsk, we're naturally speaking.
(X2)
