Kae Tempest - Hyperdistillation (Visualiser)

New album 'Self Titled' out now: https://KaeTempest.lnk.to/SelfTitledID Follow Kae Tempest: Facebook: https://kaetempest.lnk.to/facebook Twitter: https://kaetempest.lnk.to/twitter Instagram: https://kaetempest.lnk.to/instagram TikTok: https://kaetempest.lnk.to/tiktok YouTube: https://kaetempest.lnk.to/youtube Kae Tempest - 'hyperdistillation' Lyrics: They all seek their own existence, and to assure their existence against that complete atomisation into nothingness. My city don’t listen. People come here to go missing. People leave here but still miss it years later. Its children wear its kisses across them forever. When it screamed at me, I heard its music. When it drew its sword, I knelt. I spoke my first words in its mouth and I took my first beats from its belt. Keep spinning. Ugly as commerce. Merciless profit, endless ambition. Base rate survival. Current so strong it feels tidal. Transactional life of addiction. Where do you fall in the grand shrinking of fully formed person to slim definition? Sitting in the waiting room all I can see, is a room full of fallen leaves dreaming… A roomful of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree. Inner child, where did you go? I know you want to know, is this city your home? I watch it flow the old river. Empty penthouses, but still the lone figure slept out the whole winter, and died before spring. Passersby saw but felt sure they were not like him. Life by numbers. Looking for the punchlines, only getting punches. Crunches in the morning, lunches in the boardroom, numbness in the courtroom about to go under. What’s yours? The money you hoard? The applause? Or the dreams that you couldn’t afford? The photo in the frame? Five months in, just showing. Or the marks on the wall from when they were still growing? Is it in what’s left? Is it in what’s gone? Trying to keep time but the time keeps on. Sitting in the caff trying to work out what we want - A room full of drummers all looking for the one. A room full of drummers, all looking for the one. Little girl, where did you go? I know you want to know, is this city your home? I’ve got my own mouths to feed is the city’s decree - Why should I care about you? You don’t care about me? Fiction, faction, reaction, shock tactics. Must increase my presence, get active. Must get some flowers for the grave. It’s band practice at eight, my turn to bring beers. I need to make a new claim, I’ve gone into arrears. Feels like a lump. But they’re not taking new appointments till the backlog clears. Nine million terrified people living nine million beautiful lives. Let’s make ourselves pretty and go out in the city ‘cos the body decays but the spirit survives. The main thing my city taught me is every stranger’s holding up more than you could ever know. Pushing trolleys down the aisles, in pieces: A roomful of great lines looking for a show. A roomful of great lines looking for a show. A roomful of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree. A room full of drummers all looking for the one. A roomful of great lines looking for a show. Little boy, where did you go? I know you want to know, is this city your home? They all seek their own existence, and to assure their existence against that complete atomisation into nothingness. Or into meaninglessness. Man cannot stand a meaningless life. #KaeTempest #Hyperdistillation #SelfTitled