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A Sensitive Man
03:43
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I'm a serious man
Like a Cohen brothers creation
Slow moving
Like a David Attenborough narration
Only got one life
So I take my time
It's no laughing matter
Creating the sublime
So many allow days to drift
In a haze of indecision
Chronic victims
Of the human condition
But not me
My brow furrows in effort
Of humourless self importance
A featureless desert
I’m a sensitive man
I’m a sensitive man
I’m a sensitive man
What’s to do?
I'm a weak man
Couldn't find robust in the dictionary
Go for a night out
Wake up dying of dysentery
This body is a vessel
Unfortunately it's the Mary Celeste
Thankfully I'm a functioning depressive
Hashtag blessed
My strength didn't desert me
It just never arrived
Musical chairs in hospital waiting rooms
Hope and sleep deprived
Came out the other end still breathing
So I suppose I should be grateful
But living a life of happiness
In this world just seems distasteful
I’m a sensitive man
I’m a sensitive man
I’m a sensitive man
What’s to do?
I'm a sensitive man
I absorb never deflect
My walls papier mache
My moat dry and unkempt
Feel every emotion acutely
With no choice in the matter
Chronically unhealthy
Like half a pizza in batter
Put a thousand compliments in my pocket
But take one criticism to heart
If I've learned one lesson in this life it's:
Things fall apart
Open like a border
Words wound me daily
If there's a reason for this malady
Could someone please avail me
I’m a sensitive man
I’m a sensitive man
I’m a sensitive man
What’s to do?
I’m a sensitive man
I’m a sensitive man
I’m a sensitive man
What’s to do?
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The Artist Is Present
03:48
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The artist is present
Strides the floor like a papier-mache colossus
In your late auntie’s wardrobe
Has transcended irony to such a degree
That they actually believe an arts degree
To be somehow useful
The artist is present
You can tell by the smell
Formaldehyde, Vaseline, saccharine
Tools of the trade
The stench of attention seeking
Masquerading as artistry
The artist is present
The artist is here
The artist is present
He'll allay all of your fears
The artist is present
Grew up on a diet of Beckett
Waiting for Godot
Or any sign of affection, really
From parents so aloof as to be spectres
And occasional haunting of familial love
The artist is present
And quirkiness must be known
Has a pet chicken named Dada
That lays scrambled eggs
To be combined with fragments of plastic
And arranged into scale mosaics of Greggs
The artist is present
The artist is here
The artist is present
He'll allay all of your fears
The artist is present
And they do not exist within a box
Except that time with the installation where they literally lived in a box
It was an allegory for society
To tick another box that said ‘edgy’
On a cryptic funding form
The artist is present
Conceptually at least
Veins full of MDMA
And head full of poppers
Elegantly wasted
An exhibition on the floor
The artist is present
The artist is here
The artist is present
He'll allay all of your fears
The artist is present
The artist is here
The artist is present
He'll allay all of your fears
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Kevin P. Gilday & The Glasgow Cross Glasgow, UK
A collaboration between award winning spoken word artist Kevin P. Gilday and multi-instrumentalist Ralph Hector.
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