Run out in the heats.
Sunken-chested on the beach.
At the back of the queue.
The raffle winner wasn’t you.
And another ship sails
We are the beta males.
When all else fails
You can count on a beta male.
And we called in sick
Nobody’s going to miss us today.
Yeah you called in sick on your birthday
Those fucks don’t give a shit anyway.
On life’s rich plate
You’re the negative space.
Dark matter in the air
Lots of nothing everywhere.
Push another beached whale
We are the beta males.
Quinoa and kale
You can count on a beta male.
The Neanderthals
They’re not here now.
Cos they died out cold and unfriended
By the alpha Homo sapiens.
Drowning, floundering, I’m coming up for the air now.
Screaming, dreaming, all the planes are crashing into the ground.
Left holding the door
Don’t even know if I’m supposed to do that anymore.
Back at the office there’s a flock of us
Invisible and innocuous.
And another ship sails
We are the beta males.
Yeah built to fail
You can count on a beta male.
And the starring role
They’ll never give it to you.
Not For Resuscitation,
Whatever, life will go on.
And the guys came round
But they’re not here now.
Cos they all went home to their girlfriends
And their wives and their lives and their pets and…
Drowning, floundering, I’m coming up for the air now.
Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024