A stream of consciousness wander through Rye Lane, questioning what inner city living has brought to the African & Caribbean communities that find themselves in but not necessarily of the metropolis.
Shallow, musically and somewhat lyrically pays homage to Fela Kuti, most notably the compositions, Confusion Break Bones (C.B.B.) amd Coffin For Head of State.
It's a musing musical dirge, an inner dialogue, commenting on what I've experienced, seen and lived through by proxy on many high streets in London, such as Rye Lane, Croydon, Dalston and Brixton.
It looks at how African & Carribean communities realities can be shaped by the enclosed nature of an inner city, commenting on the prevalence of a variety of colonial shaping factors, including but not limited to; christianity, code switching, colorism, skin bleaching, crime, music, youthful insecurity, body modfication, pornography and violence. The song is an entry into a mental state of mind that I can often enter when in a heightened state of awareness. Somewhat saddened by the circumstances that can meet but doesn't always meet Black communities in London.
lyrics
as weave flow thru rye lane
we cut arms for searching
falling her skin peeled,
yellow
fever
died,
last week
what is the part that i play
in-
sight
some see diversion
mouse traps for beauty
caught trapping
move food,
down longer than length,
allow
call brazil, peru
virgin, mary madonna
adopting versions of you,
with
murder symbol
sat upon your breast
what ends you be residing in ?
they got twerkiiin teens and porno bible
grime daily and postcode rivals
revelation shelf bound
straight neglect
estates doing straight g checks like,
where you from my g !?
not from round here see,
then why your eyes lookin’ ?
get shanked standard front page
black male epidemic
we deep in detritus!
i *cough*
blood bleeding
after blows
have knocked all
front teeth out and
left sense reeling
for scrapping of asphalt floors,
rescue reprieve i find in sleep
and silence,
death has been unpaused,
foretold in ancient ancient
scroll
browse till you turn
plenty old
never leave me restless
breathe to control thee
came and we came to
from distance bled
blue
and in it
i
and in it
i,
found you.
credits
from POOL,
released August 5, 2022
Written by Nadeem Din-Gabisi, Coby Sey, MettaShiba & Beni Giles
Produced & Mixed by Beni Giles at Iguana Studios, Brixton
I'm a bit anoid with my silf that I only just found this fantastic album yesterday, but also chuffed to fuck that I have at all. Love it so much what a wining collaboration 👊🔥🔥 Toblermone
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell
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