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I Dream In Yellow

by SHABSI MANN

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1.
Your lies have been understood as the truth And I feel pity for those who suffer under your rule I hope it was worth the sacrifice The sky and your beauty My love, my love And your duty
2.
Pretty Liar 04:48
Oh my pretty baby, what have you done Oh my pretty baby, what have you done Do you really want this to go wrong I’ve heard you out, over and over Not forgetting all the years in-between Distance hums and the lights can turn All the beers and secrets we turned into dreams Oh I was your invisible lover You chose not to feel I was a handsome stranger It took you years to perceive They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone But I mourn for your loss of the dawn Underneath the curtain the web un-spun was your own Oh my pretty baby, what have you become Oh my pretty baby, what have you become You cannot even tell the truth from a lie Oh my pretty baby, what’s going on Oh my pretty baby, what’s going on You cannot even tell a friend from a foe
3.
Plump filled corners, a half in measurement, a capped pose, large ears that smell, small nostrils that listen big. Carved out corridors in arse crack ceilings leaning towards and into screaming lungs. I watched the chord linger in the air, swinging back and forth from semen dunked city roads to wombs dressed in tombs that are called homes. I’ve witnessed atrocities be born, backwards in gait. I can only attempt to expose, drift away from its “under” control. I’ve watched atrocities be born and then whored, facetious in their tremor, grandiose in their perpetual snore. A remote control for a spine, really? And a TV screen for a mind? What whore you media? What whore you today? A rigorous metropolis rut, no storyboard is safe. No conversation paved to elevate. No vision vague enough to consolidate. What whore you today? What hoard you here? A game of chess lost by it’s own multicoloured board? How then is this a fair game, when you see only in black and white. That cosmic chessboard was never black, never white. If that light in your head were it ever to be turned up bright, where lay the chainsaw deity hibernating under your ringing umbilical cord. I watched that cord linger in flight, like a frog on the ceiling of a derelict kite. I’ve watched fathers be eaten up by their own patriarchal rights. I’ve seen mothers hang up their bodies to dry, take hold of the ticking oars of time boats, wishing and slushing, folding and cussing, and still peeling out some form of light. Awash the smoke beyond all is sound. Among the torn out, there still remains a might. The might to survive.
4.
I dream in yellow to keep you safe Cause you like to swallow whatever is thrown in your face The bitterness suits your mouth when you spit Is this not true Cheap thrills sold to you The system circuits down to you and me I dream in yellow to keep you safe Yes I dream in yellow to keep you safe Cause you like to swallow whatever is thrown in your face Because you think it’s fun, I paid for my love Invisibility or just circumstance Is this not true Cheap thrills sold to you The system circuits down to you and me Together together we can stand Together together on this land Revolution is in our hands Turn off your TV and forget all you can People, death, love, and hate Invisibility or just circumstance Invisibility or just circumstance The system circuits down to you and me The revolution starts here with you and me The revolution ain’t just about marching on the streets The revolution means take back your power Together together we can stand Together together on this land Revolution is in our hands Turn off your TV and forget all you can You think you’re free? You think this is a democracy? The revolution starts here with you and me The revolution means take back the power Is this a democracy? You see the system don’t work so why are you going to work? The system don’t work so why are you going to work? Scared to look outside your fish tank? You know it’s you running the show Put down your keys and stay in bed Use your heart instead of your head You’ve gotten used to the oppressive laws But freedom’s still knocking at your door You think you’re free? Reject your salary, connect to humanity Scared to look outside your fish tank? The revolution starts from your bedroom The revolution starts from your rooftop The system circuits down to you and me I dream in yellow to keep you safe Cause you like to swallow whatever is thrown in your face The system circuits down to you and me I dream in yellow to keep you safe
5.
Faces in pictures, on the wall Mirror breaks, makes you tall An image of perfection, the decor needs correction Search for the unmasked, now from the past Gandhi’s my stride, on hunger strike Only three years old, I feel so old Oh mother, please I’m alive but barely Just eleven years old, sent far from home Sat on a cloud, landed on the ground The people were strange, there it didn’t rain Tried to be strong, there I did not belong Oh mother, tell my brother I said hello, tell him I miss him so, I miss him so Oh mother, please I’m alive but barely Friends on the rooftop, tales were non-stop Of homes like prisons, said now I was with them Told them I went long ago, told them how to say no Oh mother I did you proud, truth cleans out the doubt Daughters walk out of cages, on rooftops we paraded When she took my hand, I looked around For a place to land, for a place to land, for a place to land Oh mother, please Her love for me saved me
6.
Down in the little ground, where I grow my garden Down in the little ground, where I grow my dreams Who knows why I dream to survive Who knows why I dream to survive Little story of the day, what’s not to be the same What is yours is mine, what is mine is yours Skip to the beat and let everything go
7.
No longer shall we be controlled By a so-called divide That hairy tide with a hundred eyes With a hundred eyes No longer shall we be controlled By a clown full of fear A wind of ecstasy will come And wash away the tears Wash away the tears Fold up that armour Take down those signs Had enough of tales of hate Living this lie Living this lie The winds were riding down a rut Innocence disguised In a cage of windows of a time That’s passed us by Passed us by Memories echoed recklessly Hoping to survive All we are in a dream That’s turned to ice Turned to ice Don’t fool yourself oh mother Don’t fool yourself oh father The crowns stolen from your heads You will one day find You will one day find
8.
Something about the way I walk Something about the way I talk You can’t place where I’m from You can’t place where I’m from Strike back, stand back again Every damn day I have to pretend I was saying but you ain’t listening I was screaming that you are boring Something about the way I walk Something about the way I talk You can’t place where I’m from (No) You can’t place where I’m from Now there you go again Thinking that your pain is real You can’t see how I feel (No) You can’t see how I feel Strike back, stand back again Every damn day I have to pretend I was saying but you ain’t listening I was screaming that you are boring Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know It’s just a ride, yeah Well I need to get all this out You’re not my friend There ain’t no doubt I live the beat on my feet It ain’t a crime if I love my life Something about the way I walk Something about the way I talk You can’t place where I’m from (No) You can’t place where I’m from Strike back, stand back again Every damn day I have to pretend I was saying but you ain’t listening I was screaming that you are boring Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know It’s just a ride, yeah

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released November 9, 2016

Compositions by Shabsi Mann
Mixed by Doug Shearer
Mastered by Mandy Parnell

Shabsi Mann - vocals, guitar, mandocello, bass, synth, beats, samples, percussion
Mikatsiu - cello
Hamid Mantu - drums, percussion, samples (tracks 3, 6, 7)

Album artwork by diezpozas

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SHABSI MANN London, UK

SHABSI MANN is an independent artist/musician based in Hackney, making her own flavour of avant-garde experimental folk/ punk/ rock, inspired by her Eastern nomadic roots and rare dimensions, she also curates a gig series in East London called "The HAREM Presents: PER -A-". Mann started her solo project in 2012. She has performed in Holland, France, Italy, Spain, Scotland, Germany and England. ... more

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