Writing [Written Album] Chronicles Of A Life Passing By (NARRATIVE ANALYSIS OUT NOW)

Discussion in 'Creative' started by Twenty Seven, Aug 28, 2017.

Register FREE now for increased access

Already registered?

Log in or Sign up

The Shelter: Hip Hop, Eminem, Kanye West, Kendrick Lamar, The Weeknd, Yelawolf and more's content is only available to our members. Register now to access our content and start discussing with other people in our forums. Plus you can:
  • Like interesting posts
  • Watch threads and receive frequent updates via email
  • Exchange messages with other members in private conversations
Sign up now!
 
  1. Last edited: Feb 19, 2018
    Concept: for those that missed ... ..... ... ........... ............. .. . .... ....... ..... .. .. ...... ....... ...... . ....... . ........ .... .. ........... .. ..... ... .. ... .... .. ........ .. ....... .. ........... .... ........ ..... ........ .. . ...... ..... ...... ..... ........... .... . .......... ... ... ... ...... .... ....... ......... ... ......... .. ... ...... ........... ... ......... .. .. .... .... .......... .. .... .. .... .... ......... .... ..... ... ........ ..... ..... ... .......... ........... .... .... ............ ........ .. ... ........... .. .... ..... ........ .. ... ..... ...... .... .. ... .... .. ........ .. ... ............ ......... .... .. ........ ..... ..... :)
    .
    .......... ...... .. ........ .. .......... ........... . .... ............. ............ .... ......... ............. ... ......... .......... ... ... .. ..... .. ... ........
    .
    .... .. ... .......
    ... .......... .. . .... ....... ..
    ... ... .................. ........ .........
    ... ... ..........
    .... ... ......... ... ..
    ... . ..... .. ......
    ... .......... ....
    ... ....... ............ .... ......... ....... ...... ......... ..... .... ......... ........... ......
    .... .... ....... .... ..........
    ... .... ...
    ... ........
    ... ...... ...... ........... ..... ....... ..... ..........
    .... ... ........ ........... ....
    .... ....... .....
    .... ....... ....... ... ......
    .... ..... ... ...... ...... ....
    .... .. ..........
    .... .... .......
    .... ...... ... ......
    .... .........
    ......
    .... ... .... ...... ......
    .
    .... ......
    ......................................................
    .
    ........... .. . .... ....... ...
    .
    ....
    ..
    [Verse 1]

    Hey 27 Savage, lately how have ya managed yourself?
    I've handled greatly thanks, ego still on swell,
    When I hear “love” on the radio I can't help
    But instantly just think of myself,
    I have a confession however, earlier this year I had depression
    For the first time, my life now more perplexing,
    Simple tasks became harder than the erection
    Of a paedo attending the concession of a Minecraft convention,
    Reached a point where my standards lost consideration,
    Give me a girl whose thighs be chafing from the pies she's chasing,
    Who naming a star would be an understatement,
    Give me the greatest bitch in the world nicknamed “constellation”,
    Shit fucked me up, lonely, stuck in a spiral,
    Only ever found comfort from stuff viral,
    An enigma of the night, a vibe of mystery,
    In that time I realised my persona personally

    [Hook x2]

    When I open my eyes all I see
    Is the same darkness I gaze at when I sleep
    But I embraced that and made it me,
    It's my reality, name me Mr. Nocturnality

    [Verse 2]

    Five times a week I organised cuisines,
    Sausages, Papa John's and Burger Kings,
    Got to know the pizza guy personally like it was nothing,
    “Ayy, how's your brother's lover’s sister’s mister’s cousin?”,
    But then Nick, DoC, KWO and yes, Tempest
    Requested I got on my writing shit, make it perfection,
    Immediate perplexion, they wanna do something with me?
    Okay then, I subsequently wrote about my low self esteem,
    Ultimately achieved received support,
    I wrote more before leaving the realm of norm-
    Ality and morphed my writtens from four
    Single beasts into an entire, text album with lore,
    Brought something new for them to view, skewed what we knew
    And soon the depression got wrecked and blew
    Away, out my way, and then I flew,
    Sadness duped, happiness grew, in lieu my true self too

    [Hook x2]

    When I open my eyes all I see
    Is the same darkness I gaze at when I sleep
    But I embraced that and made it me,
    It's my reality, name me Mr. Nocturnality

    [Bridge]

    The individual a flipped eclipse,
    Light on the outside, darkness within,
    But I learned to embrace my sins,
    Changed the definition, made “the bright side” a “darkness” synonym,
    Always tryna hide, trapped inside my mind
    Due to feeling claustrophobic on the outside,
    A demon of the night, a nocturnal angel,
    Daytime my hell, the moon my halo

    [Hook x2]

    When I open my eyes all I see
    Is the same darkness I gaze at when I sleep
    But I embraced that and made it me,
    It's my reality, name me Mr. Nocturnality

    [Beat Switch]

    [Verse 3]

    Anxious,
    Broken,
    Cracks were open,
    Lacked omnipotence,
    Black only showing,
    Survived adverse,
    Internalised thoughts so lonely
    Thanks to each verse,
    Felt the worst of hurt,
    Reverted each burst
    Of my newfound curse,
    But how long till it overpowers… and returns?

    The Resolution:

    [Verse 1]

    On my own right now, looking down at the sky,
    The lone wolf night owl prowling for a sign,
    Night time in the galaxy as the stars intertwine,
    Supernovas and black holes complete the vibe,
    The moonbeam protruding through the black clouds,
    They move and allow, through the seams, the light out
    Onto the ground, radiating the waves,
    The shine bouncing between Earth and space,
    Watching with binoculars I observe eight
    Passersby, but it's not the hurt or the pain
    That I see, nor is it tragedy or shame
    What I peek at is potential and an entire array
    Of odysseys of modesty, probably with some problems here
    And there mixed in a pot with each smile and despair,
    A story possibility, but what if he doesn't dare
    Chronicle his oddities and gives a care
    To the dude's who knew he'd do nothing?
    Who let him fumble stumbling, believing he was not something?
    So much wasted time, the fates haven't aligned…
    Yet, elation at the realisation that he still has his whole life
    To create the stages of the next story of the ages,
    To remake the place he sees when he's sedated,
    His dreams in front of him, except his eyes are open,
    I'll make my vision my vision, won't be slowed by no one

    [Hook]

    If I die before I see
    The version of me that I wanna be
    I hope I at least brought restitution,
    Revolution is my resolution,
    If I don't achieve the legacy
    That I envision in my dreams when I sleep
    I hope I at least brought restitution,
    Revolution is my resolution

    [Verse 2]

    First people to see all the potential I held
    Was my mum and grandmother, confident I'd do well
    When they delved into the shelves of my creations at twelve,
    Thought they're swell, then helped sell to myself
    The skill I possessed, was yet to accept
    That the compliments I'd get on my content was meant,
    Still remember my Lent story, to the school, was read
    Before grade ten and met with applause, no jest,
    Implored to my head that yes I could be exempt
    To the life of stress I was destined, messed with from ten
    Am to pm and back over again,
    I'm not a mess like they said? That's a mindset I'd like to rent,
    Now my mum and I drive around listening to Cudi loud,
    Windows down, my mind up, my mind up in the clouds,
    And at night my shadow and silhouette fight it out,
    Writing a duet in my head to use it aloud,
    The sadness, I abuse this, let it shroud,
    Empower the deepest art till immortality is found,
    The happiness? Rare, but when it's around
    I let it remind me it's always worth fighting when I'm down

    [Hook]

    If I die before I see
    The version of me that I wanna be
    I hope I at least brought restitution,
    Revolution is my resolution,
    If I don't achieve the legacy
    That I envision in my dreams when I sleep
    I hope I at least brought restitution,
    Revolution is my resolution

    [Verse 3]

    Alienated from the other stars, still always sent away
    Far from normality to my own place,
    No tragedy, at first it was actually strange
    Until I started using the emptiness as a new creative space,
    My headspace in space whatever the physical place,
    Anything inspiration, reaching for paper when they,
    The ones around me, do something I perceive
    As compelling mentally when told narratively,
    Use the living art I live in to start the written,
    Beginning a driven vision towards the legacy I envision,
    The body is willing but can my mind handle the mission?
    Everytime I try to start my novel my brain’s caged in a prison,
    Subsequently pacing, mentally facing
    A wall of doubt and mistaking, no mistake it can't be shaken,
    My ideas I start hating, it's grating I just hate it,
    What if the endeavour that woulda made it is slated my least favourite?
    What if when thought of steadily they remember me
    As the quiet kid who never did a thing memorably,
    My head is testing deep, steep but lest I leave unexpectedly
    I'm not resting till I'm cemented in many’s memories

    [Hook x2]

    If I die before I see
    The version of me that I wanna be
    I hope I at least brought restitution,
    Revolution is my resolution,
    If I don't achieve the legacy
    That I envision in my dreams when I sleep
    I hope I at least brought restitution,
    Revolution is my resolution

    A World In Flames:

    [Album Narration]

    After an inward exploration, the protagonist begins looking externally, contemplating the world around him and the impact it's having both on him and itself. He'd always blamed himself for the battle long ago, but is it possible that that's not the case?

    [Verse 1]

    Beliefs are now a target, marked with a reticle,
    Religion now apart of this, churches now filled with Devil's spawn
    Shitting on any thought that doesn't align
    With the divine lines surmised in a past time,
    Gone from a place of support to a hateful rapport
    Building emporium for the morally poor,
    At least unity is implored unlike outside those doors
    Where more and more would prefer to morph
    Elsewhere with no care on their phones
    And yet the old are the ones to blame those
    Younger generations for the sedation of the world’s
    Progress when they're the ones that raised said millennials,
    Failed also by the new system of education
    Claiming to boost living through the predication
    Of knowledge, but this philosophy differentiates from what they demonstrate,
    Making their facility look great by getting good grades,
    They couldn't give a shit if a kid is gifted
    If his writtens don't fit with their way of thinking
    And impact their image, this is pathetic,
    Who's the ones that really need a lesson?

    [Hook x2]

    As the stars fall down into the ground
    And Hell itself collides with the clouds,
    We'll stand in the ruins as life decays
    Wondering how and why we set the globe ablaze,
    The world's in flames

    [Interlude]

    20+ found dead at an Ariana Grande concert… *static noise* Civilians run down in the streets of Barcelona… *static noise* ISIS back at it with *static noise* Breaking news from *static noise*

    [Verse 2]

    Terrorism, the definition of pessimism,
    Letting mental issues get to pressing victims
    Into depressing situations testing virtue,
    Yet the exempt purps who joke in jest deserve to
    Learn a lesson too, on social media memeing things
    With not even a quick think for the bereaving kids,
    I can take a joke like Elton John can take a dick
    But I'll be fake before I laugh at this sick, sadistic shit,
    And this isn't even thinking on the ones of
    The other side of the spectrum, sensitive to cuck stuff,
    Don't care about sixty six different people lit up by fuckers
    But when someone says “male or female” you blow up on Tumblr?
    Bruh where does the majority’s priorities lie?
    Death's a joke until a minority dies,
    Honestly I'm a positive optimist but can't lie,
    I don't like what I see when I peek outside

    [Hook x2]

    As the stars fall down into the ground
    And Hell itself collides with the clouds,
    We'll stand in the ruins as life decays
    Wondering how and why we set the globe ablaze,
    The world's in flames

    Millenial Girl:

    [Hook]

    Millennial girl, still remember our date,
    Didn't recognise her without filters on her face,
    Phone glued to her hand, don't need to reach to retrieve it,
    Math tutor on speed dial ‘cause she can't even

    [Verse 1]

    In the food court she walks up to me,
    I say “hey”, she turns around and takes a selfie,
    Appalled, I switch subjects, “what film do you wanna see?”,
    Subsequently she says “The Emoji Movie!” (“Kawaii!!!!”),
    I buy two tickets for Spider-Man, and get a seat easy,
    As she posts on Snapchat I ask her favourite thing by Yeezy,
    She reacts by saying “the Boosts 350”,
    “I meant song”, she says “what?”, then accidentally knees me,
    The movie begins, she becomes instantly pissed that
    More actors in the film are white than black,
    I say “relax”, she reacts calling me a sexist
    Binary cis bitch that's the reason for Brexit,
    I threaten to exit, she then says that she's not mad
    Then brags that she voted for Hillary ‘cause she's a woman,
    “Whatever”, I laugh, then head for the back,
    She attacks, then retracts, “I might damage my Gucci handbag!”,
    She's just a

    [Hook]

    Millennial girl, still remember our date,
    Didn't recognise her without filters on her face,
    Phone glued to her hand, don't need to reach to retrieve it,
    Math tutor on speed dial ‘cause she can't even

    [Verse 2]

    She gives chase on the freeway, I'm blasting Eminem,
    She hates on him ‘cause that's what's cool on the Internet,
    I swerve each verse, her car rams and leaves a dent,
    I defend and whack back, “you can't do that, I'm feminine!
    I hate all men!”, mad, I yell she's a thot, sinister,
    She tells me to go to hell and to stop shaming her,
    “Thot? No I'm not, I'm into niche, quirky things!”,
    She then lists popular films like The Lord Of The Rings,
    Shit, I didn't beat depression for this!
    She then veers towards me again except I brake quick
    Causing her to steer left then forward, headed for a cliff,
    She panics ‘cause she's not livestreaming it,
    For the first time in her life she says “I'M DYING” literally,
    Quickly tweets about the crash, using “xD” unironically,
    In her reach she tears her “blacks can't be racist” poster badly,
    As the car splashes she screams her last words, “drown me daddy”,
    That's the

    [Hook x2]

    Millennial girl, still remember our date,
    Didn't recognise her without filters on her face,
    Phone glued to her hand, don't need to reach to retrieve it,
    Math tutor on speed dial ‘cause she can't even

    Gucinis Happenstance (The Defunyrel Anthem) (Feat. SlickNick & KWO):

    [Hook x2: Josh27]

    Gucinis Happenstance fucked my bitch,
    I'm pissed but I know I can't do shit,
    I'll give her this dick but I know it don't compare
    To what's in Gucinis underwear,
    Yeah

    [Verse 1: Josh27]

    Notalius and “last seen 2 days ago”,
    Name a more iconic duo,
    Revival futile I turn to my babe,
    She smiles and admits her pussy was slain
    By someone else, in the missionary stance,
    Culprit’s first name Gucinis, last Happenstance,
    Saddened and mad I turn to my friend Triz,
    Confide to him my bitch’s DMs were slid in,
    It's then, in form written, he mocks my fail
    Admitting he's Gucinis, top 10 anime betrayal,
    I ask in a cry “why? It's not funny at all”,
    He replies “haha yeah, defunyrel”,
    I threaten a diss, he says with remiss
    “Kid, the only classic in you is
    My last album that you masturbate with”,
    Shit, there ain't no stopping him

    [Hook x2: Josh27]

    Gucinis Happenstance fucked my bitch,
    I'm pissed but I know I can't do shit,
    I'll give her this dick but I know it don't compare
    To what's in Gucinis underwear,
    Yeah

    [Verse 2: SlickNick]

    I'm vexed, some long haired dude just flexed on my bitch
    he had a swagger of a thousand men, goddamn am I pissed,
    now she blanks my texts, and cancels my calls
    why oh why is this Gucinis Happenstance so fucking cool?
    I could shank him with a tool and watch him drown in a pool of blood
    or hang him, kick away the stool and laugh... hmmm, sounds good
    this is insane, my thoughts are sporadic and my brain is in pain....
    fucking Gucinis Happenstance snatching all the bitches mane

    [Verse 3: KWO]

    My eenie weenie is teeny in contrast to Gucinis
    Ah yes, It's like he's Mario and I'm just Luigi
    I wish that only meant I come last, but I cum fast
    That's why he defeats me, he's like cotton eye joe
    But he sticks to my crib and fucks on my bitch so
    it don't soften my blow, I'm sleepin' in the dog house
    y'all be wild, I ain't Snoop but he doin' her doggystyle
    Ain't no sing song, but she can't hear the doorbell ring
    cause she's gettin' the ding dong, man Gucini's a meanie
    Easy to see, it seems he's taken the castle where my Princess Peach be

    [Hook x2: Josh27]

    Gucinis Happenstance fucked my bitch,
    I'm pissed but I know I can't do shit,
    I'll give her this dick but I know it don't compare
    To what's in Gucinis underwear,
    Yeah

    [Outro: Josh27]

    RIP OUR GIRLFRIENDS’ PUSSIES, XXXX-2017. ONE LIKE = ONE PRAYER. MAYBE IF ENOUGH PEOPLE SHARE THIS GUCINIS WILL RETURN OUR BITCHES TO US, COME ON GUYS WE CAN DO THIS

    Down Low:

    [Album Narration]

    During the protagonist's exploration of himself and the land he inhabitants, his world begins crumbling in the areas he didn't think to look. Everything he needs to hold himself up dropping one by one, the protagonist starts feeling the pull of a distant darkness; one he hasn't felt since...

    [Verse 1]

    She wants to keep it on the down low,
    When she looks at me,
    She don't want them to know,
    I'm her mystery,
    Whenever we get close
    She won't speak a peep,
    She just wants to go slow,
    I'm not the one it seems

    [Hook x2]

    She wants to keep it on the down loooowwww
    And why I just don't knoooowwww,
    When she looks at me, yeah, all she sees
    Is that which she wants to be a mystery

    [Verse 2]

    You only ever phone
    In the AM at three,
    I text once I get home
    And get nowt subsequently
    Yet when you're alone
    You let me see
    All that you own,
    All of your body

    [Hook x2]

    She wants to keep it on the down loooowwww
    And why I just don't knoooowwww,
    When she looks at me, yeah, all she sees
    Is that which she wants to be a mystery

    [Bridge]

    Who's that calling on your phone?
    I ask and you answer it's from “unknown”,
    Yet when I leave I hear you laughing,
    Damn it, with my demise I'm dancing

    [Verse 3]

    Like I'm lying in a lawn of fire, my life’s burning and scorned,
    Warned beforehand but still opened that door,
    Furthermore, what you scoffing the before lines for?
    There's more at its core, all this track's a metaphor,
    ‘Cause I try and tell myself I'm happy,
    But I know that ain't the truth,
    Thinking about myself is saddening,
    I don't know what to do,
    Lonely all the time, but can't cry
    ‘Cause I don't feel anything,
    All these ideas in my mind
    But I won't write jack shit,
    Just wanna make some friends
    Who'll be with me until the end
    But being here on my own, couldn't make one if sent,
    No confidence indented in my head,
    Can't maintain eye contact,
    No I don't like that,
    Rather look at the sun,
    But even that option I lack,
    Sleep schedule is fucked,
    Till 5am I'm up,
    Then miss my lecture
    ‘Cause my sleep I don't wanna disrupt,
    Love my dreams, no eternal pain,
    No shame for the way my life has played,
    No price to be paid, passions to maintain,
    No demons to slay or need to distract my destructive brain,
    I'm scared of death because of the nothingness,
    Yet that's my favourite thing about sleeping, it's a juxtapo-
    Sition, happiness never my acquisition,
    Neither’s my visions, guess I'll just keep wishing,
    I want the glimmer of the starlight
    But all I get is its surrounding void,
    I want happiness gained in my life,
    But it seems that I just avoid,
    Why won't someone throw me a bone?
    Even just a fragment to nibble on,
    Guess that's my place in the universe,
    The heart, cause and recipient of adverse,
    Will never rid this pain in which I'm ridden,
    Forever caged with this sadness riddling within,
    Maybe, just maybe, I should just fade,
    Gaining a real life, what does it take?

    [Hook x2]

    I want to keep it on the down loooowwww
    And why I just don't knoooowwww,
    When I look at me, yeah, all I see
    Is that which I want to be a mystery

    Starfall:

    [Intro]

    I can't help but think I only keep my friends
    ‘Cause I'd have nothing without them,
    But are they really the definition of “friends”
    When you're nothing to them?

    [Verse 1]

    My friend sends a text asking for advice,
    I oblige, writing back with help on his life,
    He reads the lines, then decides what he read he likes,
    Problems defied… convo subsequently ends, but what about mine?
    Just a shoulder, to hold up till they're reupholstered,
    “Oh, ya got depression?, That's dope bruh,
    Yet what does that have to do with my issues?”,
    Wasn't this rude but shit, dude may as well have been crude,
    Feel hesitation around me wherever I'm pacing,
    Felt that elated and surrounding back with the Cherry situation,
    Tried to quiet the choir of fire using my administration,
    All fine now but I can't help as if that lowkey fueled the hatred,
    When **** did that post noting, in me, disappointment
    For voicing my support for the mods, I couldn't avoid the
    Sense of rage inside, just online drama, it's tame
    But it elicits outrage after you've put so much into this place,
    No feeling of appreciation on or offline,
    And if like myself? I still can't decide,
    Got my family tree but otherwise loneliness calls,
    As I pine at the skies the lone star falls

    [Hook x2]

    I'm not scared of rock bottom, I'm afraid of the peak,
    Everything after that still frightens me,
    All I see is pain, all I see is misery,
    All I see is the fading pieces of what made me complete,
    I don't see darkness, I see nothing at all,
    This is the starfall

    [Verse 2]

    It's one thing to have others make you cry out for help
    And another when the hurt is all caused by yourself,
    Cursed by adverse, won't come out of my shell,
    In my own definitive heaven I chose my infinite hell,
    Makes sense I'm barely human, I'm mostly made up of demons,
    Retrieving each piece that completed my happiness,
    Depleting my beliefs, deleting what could redeem the heathen,
    Beat so much I won't fight even if I see them,
    I struggle with this juggle every day,
    But no one cares anymore what I got to say,
    Can't break this cage encasing my racing brain,
    I need to be saved, need someone to be my cape,
    The moment i realise it's all in my mind
    Is the day I start living a real life,
    But my logic defies, doesn't give a shit,
    My brain doesn't know anything

    [Hook x2]

    I'm not scared of rock bottom, I'm afraid of the peak,
    Everything after that still frightens me,
    All I see is pain, all I see is misery,
    All I see is the fading pieces of what made me complete,
    I don't see darkness, I see nothing at all,
    This is the starfall

    [Bridge]

    Uuuuhhhhh-ooooohhhh,
    I struggle with this shit everyday,
    Uuuuhhhhh-ooooohhhh,
    Why does the shame have to remain?
    Nnnnooooo-ooooohhhh,
    Can't erase what sustains the detaining pain,
    Nnnnooooo-ooooohhhh,
    What does it take to attain a taste of change?

    [Verse 3]

    It's saddening,
    When someone's maddened at me
    I'm happy,
    ‘Cause I have someone to speak to momentarily,
    Why is nothingness so painful?
    Why does nothingness hurt?
    Why, when I'm finally able
    To leave my room I feel cursed?
    Cursed by my tomb,
    Makes all my progress revert,
    To no confidence I'm doomed,
    Prompts my footsteps to reverse,
    I close my blinds in the sunshine,
    Not surprising if you know my life,
    Loneliness and self hate intertwined
    With society evoked anxiety in my mind,
    The biggest lie is me tryna say “I'm fine”,
    Yes guess then the truth I don't supply,
    Gaze every night at the sky,
    Knowing today might be the day I see it for the final time

    [Hook x2]

    I'm not scared of rock bottom, I'm afraid of the peak,
    Everything after that still frightens me,
    All I see is pain, all I see is misery,
    All I see is the fading pieces of what made me complete,
    I don't see darkness, I see nothing at all,
    This is the starfall

    Inside (Feat. smackababy, Blogs McGooch & viJilance):

    [Intro: smackababy]

    Why would I share what’s going on inside, so you can have more to judge?
    I’m feeling good but y’all criticize, cause i’m not the same as who I was

    [Verse 1: smackababy]

    I’ve done a lot of stuff i’m not proud of
    A lot of shit I won’t say out loud cause
    You’d probably think it’s about us
    But that’s just it - my mind is a cloud of dust
    I mean, maybe if I could think straight
    Keep asking questions to myself, a reddit AMA
    I should have this figured out in this day in age
    Annie i’m not okay, i’m 28 for fucks sake
    Right now it’s about the message, not rapping skills
    I got a poison in my brain, depression crap that kills
    Maybe i’d stay alive if I had half the will
    Like Jayden Smith, he’s half Jada and half a Will
    I keep myself going telling stupid jokes
    Cause someone long ago said I was good at those
    Could give a fuck if someone thinks i’m too immature
    If I keep ‘em laughing, I can ignore that I live in a blur
    -can’t get any worse-

    [Verse 2: Blogs McGooch]

    Feeling pretty empty inside now
    On the outside I seem like I'm high wow
    How do I balance these two sides out
    When I feel like I've been turned inside out
    Always looking for something external
    When I know that'll never cure the internal
    All of this pain when you're in it seems so eternal
    Feels pretty comfortable when it's diurnal
    Day after day it just turns to a haze
    These thoughts in my head just seem like a maze
    Try to cut through the overgrown vegetation
    But beating myself up over it just adds to the agitation
    Why am I like this? Why do I feel these things?
    Am I the only one to ever feel such pain?
    Such a distinct hollowness a downpour can't even fill it
    Try to act normal everything's fine except my head I wish I could drill it

    [Hook: @Josh27]

    My mind is clouded by the thoughts that burn inside
    As the result of this fire trickling in by surprise,
    Will I ever know a world that ain't in flames?
    Who can say? I'll stay inside here until that day

    [Verse 3: @Josh27]

    It's 5am again…
    I need to get some sleep…
    The birds are chirping again…
    They're singing a lullaby for me...
    Turn off the lights to go to bed
    But the room remains illuminated
    By the brightness protruding through the curtains,
    I never see the night even though I'm only awake during it,
    My mother will be down in an hour for work,
    I love her but I wonder if her mothering worked,
    My leg clicks when I move, when I blink it hurts,
    Got a scholarship at uni but I never learn,
    Seethe at the seams when beseeched by the sun beams,
    Run from the reach of the sea above these streets,
    All night glare at things of no value on the screen,
    Turn it off and see the same staring back at me,
    Awake the next day at fucking four PM,
    Drown out the outside sound of laughter with DJ AM,
    Clock the time before then gazing in the mirror with venom,
    Ticked at what the demons have left, our minute creature every second getting slayed in-
    Side, I peek at my eyes, no surprise
    All I find is a bleak outlook intertwined
    With a vibe of seeking what already resides,
    Nothingness… please, can someone supply,
    Sunshine my kryptonite, I like to sift in my crypt at night,
    Sit in a pit of lies, try and tell myself my life is fine,
    My crying mystified, existing my mind can't justify,
    Pissed, wish to die, the shit I need I just dislike,
    It's all black and white like Logic, spotting flaws is, if honest, hypnotic,
    Feel I got tricked by myself, a modest living I tell and promise
    But it's probably the wrong option ‘cause so far this spawned the opposite,
    Problems with my cognitive, see offing it as a possible positive,
    In the night I'm illuminated,
    In the day just full of hatred,
    Evening the light starts fading,
    Morning the spawn in of self shaming,
    Harnessing darkness within,
    Farce smiles all I can get instated,
    Staying in is my favourite,
    Saying “hey” to a stranger’s never painless,
    Once, one step was achieved but seen quickly that was luck,
    Subsequent disappointment each accomplishment’s accomplice, fuck!
    Stuff will never be up ‘cause my self esteem’s always down,
    The only time I'll feel fine is when I'm inside the ground

    [Hook x2: @Josh27]

    My mind is clouded by the thoughts that burn inside
    As the result of this fire trickling in by surprise,
    Will I ever know a world that ain't in flames?
    Who can say? I'll stay inside here until that day

    [Verse 4: viJilance]

    It's the Inside Man, hiding behind your walls
    The demon within, clawing at the stalls
    They make me form conclusions about my self-disillusion
    "You are not the man you were", I want a revolution
    But change doesn't come from within, it's what's around you
    And failing to adapt to it, is what confounds you
    Development is a reaction to the world's interactions
    But distractions can lead us to taking no action
    The repetitive process, so comforting oppressed
    Throw half of your life away just slaving for business
    Lay down obedient, motherfucker you reading this?
    I choose my own path and considered a deviant
    The older I get, the bolder I'm not
    My shoulders are wrecked, the boulders are hot
    Life loses more value as each year passes
    Giving up is so tempting and joining the masses
    A cog in the machine, instead of raging against it
    Frogs can't feel degrees if you slowly raise tension
    Leave us defenseless, accepting our sentence
    If you question their ethics, you're labelled as senseless
    I feel trapped and caged, bound by these chains
    Societies placed me in a position of strain
    I no longer have faith, in death i'm a Wraith
    Wait for the end, yet resist my own fate
    I'm confused, bemused, I keep changing my views
    Don't know what to do, I can't see the rest through
    Feels like this message may be my grand finale
    I actually can't continue, I'm injured too badly
    Sometimes I think the option for savour is genocide
    Instead we poison our Earth with pollution and pesticide
    Testify in court that no wrong doing was done
    A gun to your head or life on the run
    Pick one.

    [Hook x2: @Josh27]

    My mind is clouded by the thoughts that burn inside
    As the result of this fire trickling in by surprise,
    Will I ever know a world that ain't in flames?
    Who can say? I'll stay inside here until that day

    Another World:

    [Album Narration]

    His world destroyed and his mind shattering, the protagonist becomes trapped in the land on the verge of implosion. His happiness non existent and everything he knows nowhere in sight, he ventures deeper into the new, fractured entity he can't escape from.

    [Verse 1]

    Let's fade away today
    Into the depths of outer space,
    Claim the cosmos as our place
    Gaze at the endless night till our perception of late
    Claims, our mind, eyes and heart,
    But let's defy the hard times till we're back at the start,
    Align our iris’ with the alight light of the stars,
    Our silhouettes will shine in the moonlight from afar,
    A cosmic anomaly is logically illogical,
    At least you thought it was till your optics acknowledged it's possible,
    Probably improbable but your knowledge saw it's not impossible,
    Any chronicle is optimal, if only you saw them all,
    Luminous lights illuminate the darkness,
    The sparks make your thoughts harken back to the start when
    The heartless hated and the past just faded
    But no one could say you hadn't made it

    [Hook]

    A tear drop falls from high above,
    It poured from the heart of a turtle dove,
    The world isn't the ideal place,
    The bird in the sky learned the hard way,
    I wipe the tear, but feel one on my cheek,
    It's not the bird's, how did that come to be?
    It's not from the rain, that passed at dawn's wake,
    The world is so majestically strange

    [Verse 2]

    The supply of molecules quantify in my mind,
    Dwell on chronicles of life passing by,
    If I died tonight would anyone even cry?
    If just one eye was wet I'd be surprised,
    And yet I'm not exempt to the optimism phenomenon,
    When things went wrong in the wars we kept singing on,
    Each day is a war, from feeling like an automaton
    To rage in the news to views spewed till the smiles are gone,
    To evidently cherished friendships perishing
    Despite no red herrings precedently developing,
    To legacies just ending because of one fallacy,
    To the decimation of you and I’s shared, best memories,
    Another world a soul's expectation
    But not the sole designation,
    The world, our current location
    But no longer the only destination

    [Hook]

    A tear drop falls from high above,
    It poured from the heart of a turtle dove,
    The world isn't the ideal place,
    The bird in the sky learned the hard way,
    I wipe the tear, but feel one on my cheek,
    It's not the bird's, how did that come to be?
    It's not from the rain, that passed at dawn's wake,
    The world is so majestically strange

    [Bridge]

    We'll talk all day till there's nothing to say
    Then continue talking anyway,
    Your best years are behind you? I'm the same
    But I'm just happy they happened in the first place,
    If I die tonight and tomorrow doesn't come
    Just remember this for 27,
    Halos aren't given to anyone,
    They're given to angels in Heaven

    [Hook]

    A tear drop falls from high above,
    It poured from the heart of a turtle dove,
    The world isn't the ideal place,
    The bird in the sky learned the hard way,
    I wipe the tear, but feel one on my cheek,
    It's not the bird's, how did that come to be?
    It's not from the rain, that passed at dawn's wake,
    The world is so majestically strange

    Journey Through The Vortex:

    [Verse 1]

    They're entering the vortex of the welp,
    They see a shelf with memories of him crying for help
    Being bullied by his peers, then by himself,
    Intrigue peaked, they descend into hell,
    They're gonna be shocked by what they see,
    What seethes underneath isn't seen externally,
    Internally he's burning deep from what he's been told verbally
    From an early age, he's thusly decaying at the seams,
    Layers of thick skin sit shredded on the ground,
    His dreams, headed nowhere, dissipate dumbfound,
    They look around, at his highest he's still looking down
    Surrounded by confirmation of his doubts,
    Highlights of each night zoning out alone,
    Only music stopping them from dropping dead cold,
    Some time after the album to bed he goes
    To lie wide awake till the sun bellows,
    Eyes open or awake, his demons lurk him,
    Futile though, the loathing’s already done the hurting,
    In the vortex, they go behind the curtain,
    The worst part is, we've only scratched the surface

    [Hook]

    *Laughing*
    They'll wanna leave soon ‘cause whatever the context,
    They won't like what's inside the vortex

    [Verse 2]

    They see an entity, a sea, and a branching stream
    Sinking in them are the pieces of his broken dreams,
    They don't go close ‘cause they peep that it is deep,
    Low because of his anxiety and his no self esteem,
    The walls flash heavily with more memories, this
    Showing the cause of his despondency, vids
    Of his friendships ending and girls leaving quick
    All because they're bored with him, he ain't shit!
    They venture deeper, triggering the creepers,
    His insecurities, as security, attack like reapers,
    Appearance concerns latch on them like leeches,
    They beat them away along with bad public speaking,
    At least there's a lack of self acceptance,
    Also no attacks from confidence - it's non existent,
    Persistence through his excessive visions of his imperfections
    And no imperviousness to imperfectness grants them access to the center

    [Hook]

    *Laughing*
    They wanna leave soon ‘cause whatever the context,
    They dislike what's inside the vortex

    [Verse 3]

    The heart sits in front of them, pumping fast,
    They start mumbling, noticing that
    It's surrounded by the things which fuels the vat,
    They analyse it at last, this their only chance,
    They see family, the core's central appointment,
    Their love his rage and pain’s ointment,
    They then fade away, no more anointment,
    Him blocking their support out of fear of disappointment,
    Never muttering a thing about his self destructing,
    He finds help by writing sci-fi somethings
    Except they don't ring, him just stunting,
    Refusing to sit and achieve his destined triumphing,
    The nothing triumphant, plumping his suffering,
    Doubling his troubling for the umpteenth
    Time, on the side of his heart a dumpling
    Of shining light, so fucking why doesn't he
    Opt to learn a lesson?
    Escape from his prison,
    Listen to his writtens,
    Become the him that he envisions,
    Instead he just sits in,
    The optimist with depression

    [Hook]

    *Laughing*
    They're leaving now ‘cause whatever the context,
    They hate what's inside the vortex

    [Verse 4]

    They rush roughly through the bloodstream,
    They see that they are by the DNA, brushing
    Up against an array of the things
    That make up the alien that they've shrunk in,
    Passionance for companionship and compassionance,
    Assurance of happiness for that he loves,
    Knowing the chance, no matter what size one
    Day what he pines for will come, like once
    Long ago, but he don't know what to do till then,
    Most of his molecules go towards using his pen
    To write his woes to lowkey cry out for help,
    Always dying for acceptance but won't live long enough to accept himself,
    They eventually exit, warping from the dark zone,
    From the hole of the holded up, holding so little hope,
    And so concludes the journey through the vortex of the ghost,
    Forever lonely but never alone

    [Outro]

    *Laughing*
    They *contorted noises* ‘cause *contorted noises*
    Hate… hate…

    Night Sky Clouds (Feat. KWO):

    [Hook: @Josh27]

    The ghost, the ghost, the vortex of the ghost,
    For sure, for sure, he only knows his home,
    The ghost, the ghost, the oppose of wanderlust,
    He does, not go, how to roam he don't know,
    No

    [Verse 1: @Josh27]

    The angel dances in the dark of the night,
    The introvert watches without fright,
    He opens his eyes, causing him to be blind
    To the sight of the vortex prying him inside,
    All he sees is his life, and the choices that killed him,
    Except those choices are blessings to some of the children,
    The powers he's bestowed with he just let's sit in,
    He himself then sits in, his destiny hence stilted,
    All of them are jilted, he just now knows
    That his sole soul's fate is to lay awake, alone,
    This was his true legacy waiting to unfold,
    The devil just let him take a stroll with his hopes,
    This is

    [Hook: @Josh27]

    The ghost, the ghost, the vortex of the ghost,
    For sure, for sure, he only knows his home,
    The ghost, the ghost, the oppose of wanderlust,
    He does, not go, how to roam he don't know,
    No

    [Sample: Nicole Dollanganger]
    I shot an angel with my father's rifle
    I should've set it free but I...
    I shot an angel with my father's rifle
    I should've set it free but I...

    [Verse 2: KWO]

    Took the shot, it was pivotal yes?, Guess it should've stressed
    what was never meant in the literal sense, got the visual then?
    Only residual since I forfeit to the vortex is the digital pen
    Optical for chronicles optimal for toppin' all possible obstacles
    That's what I thought until a probable prodigal got topical
    Sought the top, distraught, that what I alloted was for naught
    How could you say your heart was with you when the only light
    you've taken in is artifical? Like someone ransomed your soul
    Friend deserter, as you descended further, wouldn't even answer the phone
    I'd scowl too, depression when I saw my reflection like night owl, who?
    Gifted from descendants but presently, has my purpose been worthless?
    Have they looked down lovingly, or rather just frown, judging me?
    Felt like, is this right? Ominous, living with the flip-side of wanderlust
    Deterred as I inferred my confidence and burdens were ponderous
    Opened up the curtains to be certain, looked up at those night sky clouds
    Assuredly, as the shine of purity has surely felt like a lifetime now for

    [Hook x2: @Josh27]

    The ghost, the ghost, the vortex of the ghost,
    For sure, for sure, he only knows his home,
    The ghost, the ghost, the oppose of wanderlust,
    He does, not go, how to roam he don't know,
    No

    [Sample: Nicole Dollanganger]
    I shot an angel with my father's rifle
    I should've set it free but I...
    I shot an angel with my father's rifle
    I should've set it free but I...

    [Verse 3: @Josh27]

    Angel dust intertwines with the lightning,
    I peek in the mirror, what I see is frightening,
    Eyelids cracked, residing residue of crying,
    Hope inside just dying,
    All I see’s the epitome of misery,
    What I need doesn't even see me,
    Best feeling is smiling sincerely,
    Shame for me that state’s never been,
    Awake at 8am, full of hate,
    Lecture in an hour? Maybe I'll be late,
    Awake again then at 2:58,
    Try make friends? Nah that can wait,
    Bin by the bed overflowing,
    I don't know where I'm going,
    Wanna live for the moment
    But they pass so fast, unlike my loathing,
    The juxtaposition of wanderlust,
    Downward spiral my only roaming,
    Acquisition of happiness is a must
    But dreams are just that only,
    An angel reached out,
    The dark momentarily eclipsed,
    But I was shrouded by doubt
    Then the moment was missed,
    I hide from nervousness
    When it asks my name,
    Then a bullet hits it
    Dropping me too... it musta ricocheted

    [Bridge: @Josh27]

    But when you're the sniper of it all
    You gotta realise you're the cause of your downfall,
    But I'm already just so so small,
    Send me down with the angel, I love the voice of death's call

    [Hook x2: @Josh27]

    The ghost, the ghost, the vortex of the ghost,
    For sure, for sure, he only knows his home,
    The ghost, the ghost, the oppose of wanderlust,
    He does, not go, how to roam he don't know,
    No

    [Sample: Nicole Dollanganger]
    I shot an angel with my father's rifle
    I should've set it free but I...
    I shot an angel with my father's rifle
    I should've set it free but I...

    Text Message:

    [Album Narration]

    After battling the darkest enigmas of his mind and ricocheting off of rock bottom, the protagonist begins his journey towards redemption. Along the road he faces a plethora of experiences, including an encounter with an equally damaged friend, one final glance into his past and a moment where he could fall back into his pit of nothingness. Can the protagonist complete his odyssey?

    [Verse 1]

    Hi Mike, I hope you're alright?
    You had a restless night? Same, but you'll be fine,
    Met a girl on Tinder? Hell yeah that's tight,
    Tell me how it goes after you meet tonight,
    What's that? Your grades are beginning to change?
    Decimate into a foray of fail that'll stay the same
    No matter what you do? Dude don't talk like that,
    I had a similar stance but got through it, now I'm glad
    I fought, used what I was taught,
    Don't worry about failing your
    Driving test, I insist they'll be more,
    Persist and I assure you'll stand tall,
    Anyway gotta go, mum's waiting by the door
    To drive me to uni, see you soon I'm sure,
    Good luck with your test you got today on law,
    If you ever feel down just give me a call

    [Hook]

    I think I hate myself, I hate myself,
    It just feels as if my problems only swell,
    When I look in the mirror I just see
    A walking, talking, living hell,
    I think if you gave me infinite sessions
    Of therapy and happiness lessons
    I'd shut down, my emotions disconnecting,
    I just need a friend, please send me a text message

    [Verse 2]

    Hi Mike, I'm sorry you failed your test,
    At least you're not exempt from a resit, yes?
    You'll perfect it this time, I guess the stress
    Messed with your thought process,
    How was the date anyway? Was that okay?
    Not at all? Any rapport decayed
    Due to your anxiety slaying what you say?
    I feel your pain, I've faced that time and time again,
    But just try another, not all work fantastically,
    It feels like a tragedy but actually I found in actuality
    That it practically acts with your practicality,
    Help learn from the sad things until events react gladly,
    But really some people we just don't click with,
    Just like your driving tests? Come on don't speak this
    Negatively, sometimes I too have had enough
    With the rough shit life throws at ya
    But it works out eventually, that I know
    So if you go down that road just give me a phone,
    I'll never truly know what you're going through
    But I wanna be there to support you

    [Hook]

    I think I hate myself, I hate myself,
    It just feels as if my problems only swell,
    When I look in the mirror I just see
    A walking, talking, living hell,
    I think if you gave me infinite sessions
    Of therapy and happiness lessons
    I'd shut down, my emotions disconnecting,
    I just need a friend, please send me a text message

    [Verse 3]

    Hi Mike, I… woah wait, calm down please,
    Failed the re-sits? You still have thirteen
    Other tests to assure swiftly
    That you'll continue moving,
    Same with driving tests, you'll breakthrough soon,
    No dude, to a life of failure you ain't doomed,
    Come over and let's just talk things through,
    List all your issues in my room, come on I'm here for you,
    What's that about a knife? That'll you'll use tonight
    To finally take… wait, what, your life!?
    I'll be there now, don't do it Mike,
    Mike, I, come on dude, please, reply!
    I'm running down the street, I plead text anything,
    The wind’s making my ears ring, I'm on the verge of puking,
    I'm zooming, oh shit I'm outside your house,
    Please re-consider your doubts, I'll be there now,
    Your fucking door won't budge,
    I implore to come
    Out and just
    Rethink, think of what you love,
    Your family, friends,
    It'd be a tragedy to end
    The impact that you've lent
    To everyone that you've spent
    Time with, I'm frightened,
    Shite, in the sky there's lightning,
    Rain is spiking,
    Lighting up my devices,
    Phone is fading,
    Mike please start saying
    That you're okay and
    Th…. Sjaka… skaoaonwbkiuf

    [Interlude]

    And he didn't say anything… ever again. At least, until a few weeks later…

    [Verse 4]

    Hey Josh, how have you been b?
    I've been here in hospital with therapy for three weeks,
    We're moving slowly but moving at least,
    We've already made leaps towards defeating my anxiety,
    I've been speaking to a girl who's in hospital too,
    We get along and after this we've agreed to
    Meet for a date, still not sure what to do,
    Probably wait for a movie then get some food?
    Yeah, that'll work, and as for my uni work
    Turns out they marked wrong, which hurt
    My grade when in fact I have passed,
    I'm confident for the rest, can't wait to do them at last,
    Same with the driving test, I'll perfect that when I leave,
    But enough about me, how have you been?
    Just wanna thank you for being there for me,
    Yes I was stressed but I acted irrationally,
    You were there when I was down and felt like ending,
    When depression was wrecking and I couldn't stop stressing,
    But I never felt alone, no, and it helped me get headed
    In the right direction, all ‘cause you sent a text message

    Beyond The Cosmos:

    [Verse 1]

    Home alone, zoning on PlayStation Home,
    Feel like on vacation, just elation, it's dope,
    But no knowing of cheat codes could juxtapose
    What life cheats me of in the moments to go,
    Time slows as my family, staggering, approach
    The house, tears entangling and mangling their hope,
    Look of tragedy impacting their face’s usual happy evoke,
    As they get close their struggle managing the damages show,
    Few weeks ago my uncle, too weak for so long,
    His future bleak, near defeat, it didn't look strong,
    But each beat of his heart he seen an opportunity to go on
    And subsequently it seemed he'd redeemed and could do no wrong,
    However since we hadn't heard from him in a few days,
    Too strange, but I'm guessing he's progressing now he's okay,
    Anyway, family then head to his place,
    Fast forward to now as I gaze at my nan's crying face,
    Found dead in his apartment, his heart just stopped regardless,
    I start just looking around, the ground my tears’ target,
    My legs pegged by the shrapnel, that causes me to fall
    Into her arms by the mantle, by the baskets I bawl,
    Would play sports with him all day for sure when he'd call,
    He'd make me feel tall when in a ball from the school bullies’ calls,
    By the stalls on the bridge we'd sit as we'd exchange
    Stories while waving to, underneath us, the passing trains,
    Our last memory rests heavily while developing this piece,
    When we headed to a movie about the world’s delete,
    Oddly prophetic thinking retrospective, still remember his words to me
    About living life to the fullest ‘cause tomorrow we truly may never see,
    From heading to the US and Africa, that he really achieved,
    Being an incredible uncle was just one of the many
    Marks he charred on this planet aplenty,
    So RIP for now, until next we meet

    [Hook]

    Sometimes I can't see a future due to that empty seat
    In the corner of the room staring back at me
    But then I remember I must go on,
    Letting you down now would just be wrong,
    I made you so proud, as you did me,
    I'm who I came to be because of our memories,
    Nobody knows where we really head
    But I know for sure that we'll meet again
    Beyond the cosmos

    [Interlude]

    Worst part is… that wasn't the first time I had to experience that…

    [Verse 2]

    My uncle's death and the dead stare of mum's eyes
    A reprise, deja vu, of last year's life
    When taken by surprise by the sudden departure
    Of the closest thing I had to a damn father,
    For weeks my grandfather’s health’s deteriorating,
    Feeling inferior, aching, sincerely hating fearfully waking,
    To act clearly, taking nearly eighteen daily medication,
    But none’s enough, steered hastily to the hospital, he's taken,
    Daily visits? The family did it, minus me, I didn't,
    I didn't wanna see him in that position,
    “He'll be out soon anyway, right mum?”, I'd query,
    Just in case I arranged, tomorrow he'll see me!
    Awake the next day, phasing sound of silence,
    I get out of bed, see my mum and nan, say “hi” then
    As I try get food, behind they mumble trying
    To surmise the nicest way to say what will have me crying,
    Grandfather died this morning, with no warning his unstable heart stopped,
    My heart throb increases, I stumble into the table hard top,
    My frail heart dropped, wailing my family cradle their arms,
    “What went wrong!?”, I start saying, unable to go on,
    When my life was heavy he was always there for me,
    He'd let me watch wrestling next to him when bullied,
    Bumping Elvis Presley heavily when he'd lend these
    Binoculars so I can sit outside watching the seas,
    A gaze deep into his earlier life in the Navy,
    A legend to the country, his deeds always amazed me,
    So I'll slay these demons trying to get through
    ‘Cause till we meet again, I wish to be a hero like you

    [Hook x2]

    Sometimes I can't see a future due to that empty seat
    In the corner of the room staring back at me
    But then I remember I must go on,
    Letting you down now would just be wrong,
    I made you so proud, as you did me,
    I'm who I came to be because of our memories,
    Nobody knows where we really head
    But I know for sure that we'll meet again
    Beyond the cosmos

    Nostalgia:

    [Verse 1]

    Damn it, I've had a shitty day,
    Take me back to when I just played video games,
    No concerns to slay, maybe watch some wrestling,
    Now I'm only ever restless, wrestling the bedding,
    I'm remembering them together, developing my created wrestler,
    Called “Josh Toxic”, corny but then at ten it was perfection,
    Also wanna mention how I'd mess with my lexis,
    Penning adventures always leveraged my attention excellent,
    And then there was school, damn that was insane,
    Wasn't that cool actually but… um, wait,
    It didn't happen like that, did it? Well that was kinda lame,
    It's all coming back now, as the nostalgia fades…

    [Beat Switch]

    [Verse 2]

    If only my wrestling knowledge was logical in the real world,
    It coulda prevented my head from getting hurled
    Heavily with insults from peers, teachers and girls,
    Stopping me curling up in my room without a word,
    I first forayed into the aforementioned games as an escape
    From detention menacing bullies that laid
    Waste to what they deemed waste,
    What was I thinking? Life then wasn't so great!
    Now I play games at the end of the day
    Partially to escape, but also to engage
    With the friends I've made, way more now than when eight
    And as a gift to myself for getting those grades I chased,
    Earning my place in society, I'm mighty compared to before,
    I got my bad days and you're damn right I've hit the floor
    Metaphorically, honestly, but I implored
    To what I've developed over the years and soared
    Back up and continued the road to my goals,
    Goals the old me could never even go
    Near, too much fear, or just no gall,
    So fuck nostalgia, because I've learned I know

    [Hook x2]

    Sometimes the world and I can suck
    And when it does I rely on nostalgia
    But I must regulate the supply and embrace
    The change that's occurred, because in fact it's great
    What we've became

    [Verse 3]

    Everything that I write is intense,
    Everything Just Silver writes is in tents,
    Intensity was something I've always needed to perfect,
    Was never exempt from my peers to condemn,
    Was just too different, my mood indifference
    To those most view significant,
    Vigilant of my ignorant interests,
    Sci-fi and video games? That shit's ridiculous,
    Consequently sent the way from social groups relentlessly,
    Lowlifes and exemplaries, both demonstrating like sentries
    At any attempt from me to try and let them see
    The legend resting deep that they desperately seeked,
    I let that be the test that deemed the ending of my authenticity,
    I then became the entity that the rest seen tentatively,
    That attentively menaced deep, spearheading anti prepotency,
    Mentally, I was yet to accept my identity,
    Hence that means the past just sucks, right?
    And thus must be trashed, doesn't have a good side?
    No, ‘cause the passed havoc has lessons you'll find,
    Destiny can't muster without the trials of time,
    Said it's improbable my improper scrawls would win scholar calls,
    Now I sit honoured for scribbling obstacles when on the floor,
    When I felt shit, crawling falled, sorted all the horrible
    For modest souls who got my flaws and still support my cause,
    Not possible without nostalgia lolls of black clouds,
    The good and bad bouts weighed to understand now
    Why I am how I am who I am presently,
    Picturesque memories make life, the negative develop me,
    Persistence my resistance, everyone called me the clown,
    Now I have everyone I need to capture the crown,
    When there's doubts my creative visions won't work out
    The hatred’s doused thanks to support reported when I'm down,
    A while back had a WhatsApp message from smackababy,
    Saying that I write is dope, and that message changed me,
    Admitted he'd honestly buy what I write if published,
    To him it probably meant nothing but it helped me again feel something,
    For an unlikely moment my anxiety reclined, inside just peace,
    I hadn't had the darkness delete completely since thirteen,
    A nice feeling for my effort creatively to be seen,
    And having an effect on people too, it's crazy to me,
    Same support from Blogs, Tempest, KWO,
    Nick, DoC, Rolly… the list just thoroughly flows,
    To know my aspirations already glow
    Is inspiration for my dedication, shatters that my passions juxtapose,
    Learned if your mind supplies the thoughts inspiring you to see your dreams
    Then it also releases the fire required to have those wishes achieved,
    It's all about utilising that acquired when necessary and you'll see,
    All of your aspirations are just visions of your possibilities,
    Hate spawning love, pain fluctuates like the sun rays,
    Everything changes except change, that stays the same,
    Moments occur just like the waves,
    High, then low, then slowly they fade,
    At my best I am the perfect version of me, a God,
    At my worst I'm receiving inspiration for art,
    Everyday’s a test, but a negative that's not,
    The past? I cherish it, but the future's all I got

    [Hook x2]

    Sometimes the world and I can suck
    And when it does I rely on nostalgia
    But I must regulate the supply and embrace
    The change that's occurred, because in fact it's great
    What we've became

    [Album Narration]

    The darkness defeated and his happiness restored, the protagonist finds himself back at the epitome. The future in his hands, he continues onward in hopes of achieving his destiny; but with evils at every corner, including those still manifested in his subconscious, can he make it?

    The Walk (Bonus Track):

    Walking beside the shoreline, past nine at night,
    The black sea beats the beach, waves dance with the moonlight,
    The walkway ghost, no one in the line of sight
    Left or right, I then pick a direction and take flight,
    Discover the disco district, gaze at all the bars,
    Then shut my notebook and look at the nightclubs (lel),
    Each surrounded with luxurious cars, stars with lowlifes barred,
    XO girls flexing those mental scars,
    One peaceful place in particular catches my peek,
    A quaint place out the way, back of the harbour in mystery,
    I enter, electronica blasting from a laptop screen
    Through the speakers beside Christmas lights wrapped to a tree,
    Teens same age as me sit in a circle vaping,
    Neckbeards serving those attempting escaping
    Reality, the hubris in the air makes me feel faded,
    For a moment I enjoy the shit music that's playing,
    I say “save it” to the waitress offering a drink,
    Stumbling backwards out of there quick,
    In a swift motion I go and walk back to the strip
    Returning to the hotel, away from this shit,
    Assured I walk the floor parallel to the shore,
    Back to the empty area my phone I explore,
    Pouring “Mr. Rager” by Cudi from the phone,
    Zone out to the drone of his chords alone,
    At least I thought I was on my own, I encounter a sand castle,
    Not bland, it stands tall, at least ten feet, I blast all
    My camera at the center and capture the created fantasy
    But my elation fades when I see its creator staring at me,
    Sitting below, next to what he built,
    Somewhat old, in the cold, only t shirt, no quilt,
    I wave with a smile, he stays and just stares,
    It's half two in the morning, what's he doing there?
    You expecting a chase scene? I would have preferred that,
    Instead what I had was the stare of a strange man,
    He glared at me prompting me to leave real fast,
    Quickened my pace, took “Mr. Rager” off of blast,
    Made it back to my room, this story may sound tame
    But in person it was worse ‘cause I didn't know what was happening,
    Some lone man on his own who didn't talk
    Or even gesture, just sit there, a sightsee of the walk

    -----------------------------------------------------

    Narrative Analysis:

    For those that missed it, last year I released this project I've labelled a “written album”, a collection of writtens that have been done in the style of an album. With this format I wanted to do things not possible with normal standalone writtens, the biggest element being that of an overarching narrative (including character development, etc.).

    A direct sequel to my first written album “Vita”, “Chronicles” deals with the fallout of that project's story, including looking back on my first bout with depression as well as how that impacts me going forward - you don't need to read “Vita” to follow “Chronicles”’s story, however those who do/have are awarded for it with various callbacks as well as a better sense of the character's progress, journey, etc. The protagonist/me (I'll likely alternate between both terms throughout as they're more or less one in the same) battles with various problems throughout, both internal and external (including that of the world and its state, other people who have had the same problems as him, etc.). Full album spoilers, of course.

    The album, like a movie, is split into acts, each of the five acts (consisting of three writtens each) signalling a different tone. The project opens with Act I: The Epitome; “the epitome” refers to the protagonist being back in his peak condition after conquering depression in “Vita”’s closing title track, the three writtens in this act as such representing Josh27 at his happiest.

    Chronicles Of A Life Passing By

    The opening written of this project, also the title track of its respective project, is thus me just having fun with rap, the first two verses being general goof around lines. There's then a beat switch into the 8 bar third verse, this verse having a more serious tone as the protagonist addresses his creative legacy so far as well as the landscape it's in, including the impact of the “written album” concept, etc. This especially works well as it foreshadows the theme of creative ambitions prominent throughout the project, most notably in the written “The Resolution” which closes out the first act.

    Mr. Nocturnality/Venom Symbiote Interlude

    Next is “Mr. Nocturnality”. Before I detail this, it's worth noting the general thread between all three writtens of Act I, that thread being the concept of “the past, present and future” (a concept that runs throughout this project, and one that's also the basis for Act V, giving the project a nice sense of “full circle”ness and closure - more on that when we get to it). The opening written chronicled the present and the protagonist’s current happiness, whereas this piece instead looks into the past, presenting my current views on the events that occurred in and inspired the first written album “Vita”. This written again has a very light-hearted tone, offering an interesting juxtaposition tonally to the dark project it's looking back on.

    Like the title track however this written ends with a beat switch, transitioning into a darker verse. This verse is the protagonist expressing concerns as to whether the depression he experienced in “Vita” will come back, just a fleeting concern at the time but one that, as the project unfolds, becomes eerily accurate. The verse and written ends with the line “but how long till it overpowers… and returns?”, this foreshadowing Act III where this concern occurs (again, more on this when we get to it) - the darker tone here also works well as an introduction of it to the audience, preparing them for the likewise dark tone of Acts III and IV.

    Trivia: everything except the second half of the bridge was written in Spain while on holiday (lmao), written in the downtime I had one night before going asleep. The bonus track “The Walk” was also written (and submitted here) this vacation, a walk I had on the vacation actually being an inspiration for it.
    “Venom Symbiote Interlude” is a reference to the superhero character “Venom” and its symbiotic form, of which enhances the negative elements of whoever it possesses - a metaphor for depression.

    The Resolution

    Act I concludes with “The Resolution”; while the title track looked mainly at the present and “Mr. Nocturnality” mainly the past, this primarily looks at the future. This written details the various creative desires the protagonist has, including his hopes of a future in writing, looking in the past (see the overlap?) at his history with creativity, the struggles he has with it and more. Although doubts are expressed the overall tone is optimism, this (like the previous written) acting as a nice parallel to “Vita” - “Vita” has a track called “Railroads” (featuring my bb grills Blogs McGooch and Tempest) that also tackles this concept, although with a much more conflicted tone. This is a key exhibition of character development, and due to this album and “Vita” being designed as a trilogy this kind of development is something I had fun doing, and have continued doing with the concluding written album currently being written.

    Trivia: Inspired by Kid Cudi’s “The Prayer”; it was also lightly inspired by my own written “The Walk”, including the feedback it received on HHS.
    The idea was originally surmised for my 2017 written EP “Hallow's Eve: Rise Of The Night Ghost”, however I subsequently decided to write it for “Chronicles” instead. It was originally surmised for “Hallow's Eve” as there's a part towards the album's end where the protagonist jumps off a cliff, so this would have acted as the final track detailing the protagonist’s desires he never got to fulfill before killing himself. It didn't really match the rest of the album tonally though, so I adapted the concept and wrote it for this instead.
    The only act one written to not have a beat switch.
    The third verse was originally written as the second verse, however I loved it instantly after completion and knew I wanted to close with it, subsequently making it the third verse after writing what's now the second verse.

    A World In Flames

    This brings us to Act II: It's Not Me. Now that the protagonist has looked back on himself, he then turns to look at the world around him, this tentatively ushering in the social commentary portion of the album. Much like how Act I is split into past, present and future, Act II is split into critique of the world (“A World In Flames”), critique of the people in it (“Gucinis Happenstance (The Defunyrel Anthem)”) and both (“Millennial Girl”).

    As KWO correctly picked up on, this is probably one of the most important writtens in regards to the ramifications it has on the character and story; I won't go into too much here as this is the kind of piece that is best described in the pieces its impact is most prevalent in (e.g. Act IV’s “Another World”), but in short - I remember South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone once detailed a philosophy they hold that humans are born crazy, and kept in line by society. While that's a concept I like and agree with to an extent, a medium between that and the opposite idea (born sane and broken by society) is an idea I found interesting to explore, the happy medium being that we're born broken and then morphed by society (to maybe an even worse state). While this isn't something I necessarily believe as I'm not that nihilistic lmao, I thought it'd be a great basis to explore with the character and, given the dark tone the album ventures into later, works nicely as an ideology to analyse. As such this written (along with Act I to some extent) is the catalyst for this evaluation, beginning the look at the hypothesis “is the person and their reactions to life's events to blame for how and why they are how and why they are, or is it the world and other people's faults?”. More on this later.

    Trivia: Originally inspired by the May 22nd 2017 terrorist attack at a Ariana Grande show in Manchester - because of this I actually feared it'd be outdated by the time I submitted it (sometime in August/September 2017 I believe), however a terrorist attack had occurred that morning so it ended up being really timely; perhaps unfortunately so lol.
    The lines about religion were partially inspired by Yelawolf's “Row Your Boat”, most notably the line “Heaven's not a place that you can scare me into changing everything that I believe in”.
    I released a remix of this piece last month (featuring the fam KWO and hargydon), the first remix I've ever done of one of my writtens.

    Millennial Girl

    Again inspired by the minds of Trey Parker and Matt Stone, this piece takes what I call “the South Park approach” to social commentary, that being sitting in the middle and poking fun at both sides of a debate (the debate in question here being the world and the people in it). This is done through the titular character of “Millennial Girl”, a caricature of numerous traits some people view the current generation as having. At face value it seems to be running with these beliefs and is to some extent, mocking various traits people today do have like obsession with technology, being overly sensitive, saying they stand for things for the sake of appearing PC, etc.

    However it also mocks those who think that's all people are like today, the over the top, borderline comic like style poking fun at how ridiculous some of these beliefs are. This written actually generated a bit of controversy at the time lol with a few people taking it seriously, so seeing that was a really fun part of it for me and I'd love to do something like this again for that reason - my favourite part was people who proved the caricature depiction right, being agitated at the fact that the character was a woman but completely ignoring that the next piece, “Gucinis Happenstance”, does the exact same thing but with a man. Fun times :moe:

    Trivia: Partially inspired by Kanye West’s verse on Kid Cudi’s “Erase Me”.

    Gucinis Happenstance (The Defunyrel Anthem) (Feat. SlickNick & KWO)

    Closing out Act II is the critique of Man masterpiece that is “Gucinis Happenstance (The Defunyrel Anthem)”, featuring amazing verses from my dudes KWO and SlickNick. Originally a standalone piece, I decided to use it for this album not just because I liked it, but because it actually fit really well into the narrative and tone, playing off of the equally playful “Millennial Girl” perfectly as well as suiting the critique of the world/man theme. Beyond that there's honestly not too much to say as it's generally just a meme inspired joke piece haha, and one I had a ton of fun writing and collabing on with the aforementioned members.

    Down Low

    This brings us to Act III: Plummet Into Descension, paying off the foreshadowing of “Venom Symbiote Interlude”’s cryptic lyrics by taking the album into a darker tone, and playing off of Act II and its events. The various events of Act II, like the run in with Millennial Girl and Gucinis Happenstance, the various hardships of the world as depicted in “A World In Flames”, etc. has made the protagonist’s Act I concerns a reality, namely bringing back his depression, some of the bad habits he had conquered on “Vita” like being reclusive, etc. (at least, they're a factor in it).

    This written begins in a seemingly unrelated fashion, it being what's essentially a sung song about a relationship - however at the start of verse 3 there's a twist, the lines “what you scoffing the before lines for?/There's more at its core, all this track's a metaphor” revealing the first two verses and hook are a metaphor for these issues that are detailed directly in the rest of the third verse. I won't explain it as I like to keep symbolism, metaphors, etc. open to interpretation and the lyrics here are designed to be especially open in that regard, but you should be able to make your own summations best on what I've noted here. If taking the lyrics at face value it can also be interpreted as continuing the “critique of the world/man” theme, introspectively exploring the nature of what some people and relationships are like in contemporary society.

    Trivia: the third verse was originally written as a different piece called “Glimmer Of The Starlight”, but I ultimately adapted it and used it here instead (there's even a line alluding to this, “I want the glimmer of the starlight/But all I get is its surrounding void”).

    Starfall & Inside (Feat. smackababy, Blogs McGooch & viJilance)

    The next two pieces continue the depiction of the protagonist’s “plummet into descension”, detailing more issues causing his downfall such as issues with friends, sleep issues, the effects of depression, being a recluse, etc. While the lyrics generally speak for themselves here, one element that's important to note is the cause of all the problems detailed here - some the world, some the protagonist and his flaws. These tie back to Act I and Act II’s exploration of whether his issues are caused by the world or himself, providing arguments for both and searching for an answer to the question in more depth.

    This becomes pivotal later on for the protagonist’s character development, as these events ultimately help him come to the realisation that while the world does have a plethora of problems, it's how you respond to the issues it throws at you that dictates your life - not necessarily the issues themselves. This is realised by him in Act V and to some extent on Act IV’s “Night Sky Clouds”, so more on that later. Shoutout to smackababy, Blogs McGooch and viJilance for their amazing contributions to “Inside”, and RIP in piece to all of them too it seems :jordancry:

    Trivia: (Starfall) References “Vita” written “Heaven Or Hell?”, the lyrics “in my own definitive heaven, I chose my infinite hell” being a slight alteration of “Heaven Or Hell?”’s hook lyrics “in your own definitive heaven, it'll be your infinite hell”. This again shows how I designed these projects to be satisfying both as standalones, and as a saga.
    (Inside) My verse also originally had a bridge leading into it, however after finishing my verse at 44 bars I felt it was no longer necessary lmao.

    Another World

    The first written of Act IV: Entering What's Lost, “Another World” depicts a now broken Josh27 and his metaphysical views of life. The storytelling here is done in a unique way in that it somewhat occurs through what's not said, rather than what is. Unlike “A World In Flames” which is very vigorous and specific in its worldview, “Another World” is borderline barely touching the surface, providing numerous philosophical observations on life but never venturing into specific examples or anecdotal tales like usual.

    Despite this, many lines have an underlying theme of optimism. This is part of the Josh27/Twenty Seven character and is something that was introduced to the audience back in Act I (most notably on “The Resolution”). One of the most pivotal aspects of designing a character is that, no matter how many flaws they have, there's always at least something that redeems them in some way, in this case that redeeming quality being one of optimism even in the bleakest moments - it keeps the character enduring and story captivating. As such “Another World” is, as well as a philosophical look at life, an interesting character evaluation, the entire album so far building to this piece in many respects. The character at this point is best summed up by a line in the next piece “Journey Through The Vortex” - “the optimist with depression”.

    Trivia: the first verse was originally written during the “Vita” writing process but wasn't used, ultimately being returned to later.
    The second verse and bridge were somewhat inspired by the Lana Del Rey songs “When The World Was At War We Kept Dancing” and “Tomorrow Never Came” - I felt they had the vibe I was going for with this piece and thus listened to them before writing. The former song is referenced with the line “when things went wrong in the wars we kept singing on”, alluding to this fact.
    The lyrics ““Halos aren't given to anyone, they're given to angels in Heaven” were originally written for the Act V piece “Beyond The Cosmos”, however I wasn't sure if I was going to end up writing that piece at the time so used the lyrics here instead.

    Journey Through The Vortex

    Next we have "Journey Through The Vortex”, which is probably the darkest piece I've ever done. Running with the “broken” theme of the previous written, this piece ventures directly into the mind and body of the fractured Josh27, journeying in a sci-fi like manner through him and trying to surmise the root of his issues.

    Numerous elements are covered here, including the tug of war of his creative mind (previously explored on pieces like “Vita”’s “Railroads”, Act I’s “The Resolution”, etc.), his family being close to his heart but him still being unable to admit his problems to them (covered numerous times over the course of the saga so far, mostly in “Vita”), as well as a plethora of other moments that all add up to create the “vortex”, the core of why Josh27 is the insecure, shattered man he's portrayed to be over the course of this trilogy. It's incredibly deep and I felt like I just attacked myself writing this out lmao, but is as such also incredibly important to this album and trilogy’s narrative.

    Trivia: This written was heavily inspired by Kid Cudi’s album “Man On The Moon II: The Legend Of Mr. Rager”, especially the sequence of tracks “The Mood” -> “Maniac” -> “Mr. Rager”; listen to those three tracks then read this piece and I think you'd get the full impact of it. Some parts were also loosely inspired by Kendrick Lamar’s “DNA.”.

    Night Sky Clouds (Feat. KWO)

    The concept of the “vortex” is explored again on this piece, this time in a way that acts as the catalyst for the protagonist’s fight out of depression. I again explore his flaws here, however this time it's in a way where he's beginning to recognise them as flaws HE NEEDS TO FIX, rather than flaws that are there and unfixable. The first verse is quite open and has numerous interpretations to it, but at its core the introvert-watching-an-angel imagery acts as a visualisation of the protagonist’s conflict as caused by the world and his flaws, elements like him being too afraid to approach it signifying the major issues with his reclusive behaviour (suggesting, for example, how his introverted nature is stopping him from obtaining light back into his life), it being shot and the bullet ricocheting into Josh27 in the third verse symbolising missed opportunities and regrets the protagonist has as caused by the various negative traits the world and his insecurities have created, etc.

    This album is fundamentally the exploration of a broken man as shattered by the world and himself, and Act IV is the culmination of this concept. The third verse then tackles the protagonist looking at his issues in a more direct way, again progressing the character as he moves closer to overcoming his flaws. The piece ends with a major breakthrough where, in the bridge, the protagonist acknowledges that he's “the sniper of it all”, identifying that HE'S the one that's been shooting the symbolic angel all along (his opportunities, his happiness, etc.). Although it's subsequently offset by him briefly succumbing to his insecurities again (“but I'm already so so small/Send me down with the angel, I love the voice of death's call”), it alludes to the audience that, in this tug of war between optimism and desolation that's been happening throughout the album, the optimist in Josh27 is starting to take over, this leading effectively into Act V: Redemption. Shoutout to KWO for his awesome verse on this, he nailed this album's themes and added to the concept I had in mind perfectly, awesome work my dude :leo:

    Text Message

    We then reach the final act, Act V: Redemption. Like Act I this act has a common theme of “the past, present and future”, looking at dealing with the present for the sake of the future (“Text Message”), looking at the past for the sake of the future (“Beyond The Cosmos”) and the dangers of not balancing the past and present effectively (“Nostalgia”). With this written; as the protagonist is on the road to recovery the audience is introduced to a new character called Mike, a friend of Josh27 who, as it's revealed over the course of the written, has been going through a lot of troubles much like him. The difference however is how he deals with it - while the protagonist ultimately uses it to push him into the right direction, Mike let's it drag him down and almost lead to his suicide, again enforcing the aforementioned theme of life not being dictated by the events thrown at you but by how you react to those events. Mike represents Josh27 if he didn't fight back.

    This written also continues the turning point for the protagonist started in “Night Sky Clouds”. Although the subject matter and events of this written are very dark, the ultimate message is very positive and enforces the main character’s optimism and its benefits. It also wraps up the album's theme of depression in a satisfying manner, highlighting how important something as simple as checking your friend's okay every now and then is in helping them defeat or altogether avoid depression. Furthermore, it shows how the protagonist has developed, him now defending the present as opposed to solely criticising it a la “A World In Flames”.

    Trivia: loosely inspired by real events. Fortunately the more dramatic elements like the attempted suicide, etc. are entirely fictional, however the general concept of me being there to help a friend through a rough patch of their life (a lot of the time through spontaneous texts) was something that actually happened, and something I'm happy I was able to turn into an important message.

    Beyond The Cosmos

    Act V continues with “Beyond The Cosmos”, a tribute to my deceased grandfather and uncle. Like the previous written this track is, despite seemingly somber, overall positive in its message, me detailing two sad moments in my life but using them to benefit my growth rather than drag me down. This again ties in with the idea of life being about how you react to the world's chaotic events rather than the world's chaotic events, as well as tying into the character arc of realising this and using it beneficially rather than as a hindrance. This is a make or break written for the character (much like “Vice World” was on “Vita”) and what cements the aforementioned realisation for him, as dwelling on these deaths could have sent him two ways - it could have either been the nail in the coffin that cements a negative view of the world for him from an earlier age or, what it does do, act as that extra push towards him turning everything around and using the negative moments in his life as development rather than a restraint.

    This works as a perfect lead in to the final written “Nostalgia”, a written that stresses how dangerous being stuck in the past is as opposed to appreciating the past but also letting it push you to a better present (and thus future), an embodiment of practically all of the major themes of this album. It also helps the character better come to terms with his own independence, a struggle he's had all through “Vita” and “Chronicles” so far as the result of moving to uni, being an outcast, etc. - in losing the only two father figures he had as well as thus becoming the man of the house, he's helped to embrace the merits he has on his own. This furthermore resolves an issue noted on the “Vita” title track; my grandfather, uncle and their deaths were introduced as characters and events in that written, including the issues raised because of their passing, that (as well as foreshadowing this written) setting up a root and this resolution of many of the protagonist’s main problems up to this point.

    Trivia: The concept was originally surmised for “Vita” under the name “Cold Leaves”, however it was then moved to this project with an ultimately different name.

    Nostalgia

    Finally, we reach the album closer “Nostalgia”. The written starts with the protagonist seemingly succumbing to the past, however the various experiences he's had over the course of the albums prompts him to snap out of it, him realising the dangers of too much nostalgia and then relaying this to the audience, exhibiting him back at “the epitome” a changed and, in many ways, better man than he was at the start of the album. This written was inspired by a concern I had that nostalgia is becoming too prominent in today's society, to the point where it's causing us to go backwards in many respects than forward (e.g. there’s a current obsession with remastering and remaking things like movies and games rather than creating new things to move us forward, this potentially causing a societal progress stunt as it seems we're starting to veer away from thinking of new, innovative things that'll push us to new heights in lieu of celebration of art created to represent past, now outdated culture).

    I again comment on both sides of it though, saying how it's nice to be nostalgic SOMETIMES as it's important to recognise moments that have made us who we are today - it's just when we ONLY do that, to the point of stopping or even reversing our progression both as people and of the world (see how this again ties in to the people/world theme?), that it becomes bad. On top of many things this nicely wraps up the protagonist’s character arc for this album, him officially recognising the importance of things like moderation, managing toxic thoughts, etc., as well as how that correlates to the world, cause and effect between people and the world's events, personal responsibility and much more.

    Trivia: Was originally planned to just be in Act II of the project as a standard written, however after writing the first two verses and hook I absolutely loved it, to the point where I merged it with intended final written “Identity” so that it could be the final track; the first sixteen bars of verse 3 (“everything that I” to and including “accept my identity”) were originally written as the first verse for another written called “Identity”, however I ultimately used them here because they fit well; I was also really happy with “Nostalgia” up to that point and wanted to keep the quality of it up so that it would be worthy of being the album’s final track, and loving these lyrics I felt they'd perfectly maintain the momentum of the written (that was also the only bit of “Identity” I had written so far, so effectively merging them worked perfectly).

    Narrative Analysis Conclusion

    I could honestly talk about this album all day as I packed so much into it, but I think I'll end it here so as to not drag it on any longer than it already is haha; there's still a lot more to this album, but this covers the main points and leaves the rest open to interpretation in an effective way. Regardless, writing and rolling out this album was a ton of fun, and I offer a huge thanks to everyone who not only checked most/all of it out but even read all of this too, I really love doing stuff like this and to have people read and enjoy it means a lot to me. There's one glaring thing left unanswered at this point though; I've mentioned this being a trilogy numerous times, but this is only album two.

    The conclusion to the trilogy, currently titled “Juxtaposition”, will be releasing sometime this year; I'm about halfway through it right now. The album, as of right now, is designed to wrap up the story and character arc presented so far on “Vita” and “Chronicles Of A Life Passing By”, following the protagonist and his struggles as he returns to the town where it all started. It also continues to innovate by introducing a second main character to the story, thus the album having a dual narrative which I'm so far really enjoying creating. I'm curious to see how people react to the new character, as I intentionally write in a different style when playing that character to make it different - the character is designed to be in many ways the opposite of who Twenty Seven is, of which creates a really interesting dynamic for the album (hence one meaning behind the title “Juxtaposition”). I won't say much more as the album is always evolving, but I can say that it will have around 10 (currently 11) writtens, as with “Chronicles” I noticed readership drastically dropped after around the twelfth written (which sucked because the 13th to 15th writtens are some of my best imo lol, RIP in piece).

    I look forward to sharing that with you when it's done, as well as anything else I write between now and then. Thanks for reading guys :leo:
     
    Rolly, Blogs McGooch, Ava and 7 others like this.