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Idle Brain (ft. MORT)

from Chronicles by Sam Gleason

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“Useless information and mindless staring at screens are the two trendiest addictions.”

lyrics

Technicolor television speak to me
Show me all the people that I wish I could be
Show me all the people that I'm glad I'm not
Why's it feel so good to just sit here and rot?
To just sit here and rot.

Your mind is under my control
You'll trade your sorrows for your soul
Just eat your chips and watch your show
Forever, here we go.

Gossip magazine tell me who's skinny and fat
Success that isn't me deserves to be laughed at
Distract me from my own twisted gluttony
Ignorance is bliss, make me blind and happy
Make me blind and happy.

Your mind is under my control
You'll trade your sorrows for your soul
Drink your coffee and judge the poll
On people you don't know.

My, oh my, it's been a long day
So I think I'll waste the night away
It's a sad life when joy is an idle brain.

I've got an idle brain so I can hide away and say
The time it takes to find your place is just a giant waste
And I don’t lie awake when lies awake the guys who try to hate
I’m just saying, there isn’t a lot I’m tryna say
Anyway, complacency is the place to be
I’ll make sure to fall in line like a-b-c-d-e-f-g
And I can find some time to spread some hate and animosity
And I’m fine with a broken spine as long as there’s a plate for me
A piece of the pie I eat on my own
I keep to myself, don’t need no help I’m alone
I got my eyes to my phone and my phone to my palm
I’m not tryna look around don’t need to know what’s going on
Just let me sit and rot
And hit some pot
And think no thoughts
And plant no plots
So reap no crops
And ipso facto, get forgot.

Your mind is under my control
You'll trade your sorrows for your soul
Take the shit you don't need to know
Become the horde, and just follow
The easy way to go.

Technicolor television speak to me
Show me all the people that I wish I could be
There's nothing I can do but just sit here and dream
And justify why I never did anything.

credits

from Chronicles, released May 20, 2017
Written, performed, produced, mixed, and mastered by Sam Gleason
co-produced by Jon Pascone
Matt DeLaus on rap

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Sam Gleason Albany, New York

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