Backseat Driver

by Plainspoke

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These songs were written over the course of a few months and recorded in my car over the course of an afternoon.

They sound rushed and hurried and they're not as tight as I'd like them to be, but that reflects how I've felt these last months, driving between two places I don't want to be and trying to maintain the appearance that I like doing things I actually hate.


released January 19, 2015

I did all the production and writing/rapping on the tracks with vocals, and there's some sampling of NPR and other things scattered about the interludes.


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Track Name: Coming Around
Coming around, spitting it out, making it sound heavy
Live in the now, fearing the doubt, cuz they're out to get me
Gimme an ounce, gimme a pound, gimme a wound that's flesh deep
I'm coming around, spitting it out, making it sound heavy

Fee-fi, I sit next
To Levi, his thick head
Don't realize I be next
Me, I
Gonna fire myself, feed the rejects
Then eject to the east-west
For a little while while I reset
I read text
as it flies by my window let it be said
I'd be dead if it weren't for the work of the beat gen
If it weren't for the worst of reasons
I feast in this beating
The beats give me feeling
Meaning I don't mind,
but I'm reading the fault lines
You're feeding, I'm eating
My plain clothes are cheap
And my plainspoken speech
Has been given reprieve

I sleep in a room with Miss Bo Peep
I sleep in a room but get no sleep
I sleep in a room, its Gitmo sleep
I get mo’ sleep with my eyes awake

Listen to the bible, they
be idols on their idle days
He buys a lock and locks away
the Visine bottles he buys of late

He buys the lotto and wine, while we wait
for the numbers to come and put food on our plates
when the numbers do come we buy booze at the bank
Ruin our name with a room at the clank

Who will wait for the gloom in the tank
To liven the spirits of those losing their length
I have a serum, you have a truth
If I speak it in the booth who do you thank

What is innate and what do we waste
how do we pay for the things that we take
how do we date, when time’s a fake
bottle the days and bury them deep

watch the light and count the sheep
as he walks by, sound asleep
mouthing to the morning, these
fountain-tipped, founded this

sit at the corner of here and meek
timid, I be idled with my mind two steps ahead of I don't
buy those / excuses, I’m an idol of the useless
my time is spent, let’s use it
get high on the feeling that you only need a two-bit
thinking that I’m truest, but lying through and through and
flying like I’m tuned to the beat that I’m producing
you ever think that everything is bullshit?
Track Name: Won't Let Die
no sleep, count sheep, been counting all week
rap in the car because I get no peace
slap together bars like I’m up to be a lawyer (jeez)
study hard, get a house, just a room with a boiler (cheap)

steady count, I’m down to the wire,
finders fees for these arsonist fires
If I had a dream and you had a lighter,
we’d be the team that’d set those fires

(you’re fired)

so sit in the dark as i sit in this car
with a bitch outside, I don’t like it’s bark
don’t like these bars, but i rap ‘em the same
as dollars add up from my pockets of change

from scholars at large to ekin and arc'
I’m coming apart, asleep in the park
Eating the gar-bage, diving in like I’m marvin starving
Repeat and restarting

See these people round me,
Even when I'm drowning
Deep inside
There's just something bout these
Beats, beats, beats
I won't let die

I sleep, but when I dream it’s all the same
took my name, plainspoke, and made it all about the plain
then I crashed it, coming up for air, bear and grin the basket
fasting but can’t crack the habit, listen to my body and it’s saying I’m addict

let’s add it, this disbelief / when I believe my teeth are cracking
If it’s disease / I’m relieved / otherwise I’ll leave here packing for relief
turned a comic when you feeling like the leaf
Asked if I could frolic, made a promise I’d believe

you disagree, but underneath you wonder if I see
put into a slumber, sleeping beauty or would be
it's acting, reacting to the fact of the degree
that I’m slacking, you laughing like I’m dragging my feet

but I feed, supersede the rhymes,
get a bead of sweat when I read at times
when I be in bed, with the deed in my head, we digress can i plead for death

See these people round me,
Even when I'm drowning
Deep inside
There's just something bout these
Beats, beats, beats
I won't let die
Track Name: So Little
I'm exhausted, forgetful, there's no time for sleep
Hoping that I live slow, or burn out on the beats
For just some peace when i leave though, because hope is honesty,
a sieve through the limbo, be the broker on your knees

Feel the boulder, see the void that opens up between your feet,
and feel older, old enough to open up to your beliefs
Or be the loner, bundled up or bold enough to feel the heat
and seal it over, when you're green there's still something to believe

And when I’m lost I miss those thoughts from the deep end
What’s the cost of a nickel but a dime on which you depend
Toss and turn when I sleep but I find there's no time to reason
Boss of the path that's beat I walk for my own reasons
Cough and grieve, but I won't walk off until I eat them, off until I meet them in the bog where my dreams end
The log, it talks, but it won't for long when I am healing, when I'm Leland on the floor, revealing I have deepened

I sleep in a room
I walk in the middle
I do what people do
Talk like I'm civil
I believe that its the truth
When I believe in so little
I believe in so little
I believe it so x2

I walk around where the sparks are mirages
And the hearts of the town live in two car garages
Where I'm up and I'm down, and the wheel's upon us
Don't fuck with it now, because I'm feeling it honest
Got my hands in the ground, touch the tree of Nirvana
Find my place in the sound, like the face of Madonna
I've been chasing my doubt, I've been trailing the comets
I feel safe right now because the world's neurotic
Turn a page, rip it out and drop these rhymes methodic
Turn your face to my mouth, another pale white object

I say I misplaced my house, can I come home with you to rob it
Got a problem, I can’t tell, I said that I would make a profit
Riding shotguns into hell, God knows I won’t stop it
Because God won’t hold me down, I’m only in it for the prophets
Only living for the projects, finish and I’m garbage
Got a harbinger of garnish, and if I’m honest I don’t want it

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