Obscure
Obscure
Serialising the album Status by @meljoann:
Track 2
“When I was a kid, I dreamt I found a new Michael Jackson tape in the attic. It was called ‘Obscure’. I can still remember the cover: a dusky blue background, Michael in silhouette; his features all shadowy.
Against some hard industrial beats, the lyrics are from the perspective of economically and algorithmically disadvantaged artists. We are defined by a set of social media numbers. Billionaires control the algorithms that determine these numbers. That’s fucked, isn’t it?”
– Quote by Meljoann in an article for The Thin Air
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Lyrics
there is nothing wrong with being
obscure
but Boss waste all your time when you are
obscure
pocket and neglected id it
want more
i just want to work on what i
was born for
in your attic with a tape, i’m so obscure
in the cave, we’re painting sabre tooth and gore
got your ticket, i just stick it down your throat
i’m in a line of hungry souls
So obscure
Mysterious and poor
Obscure
From your data ouroboros
I’m sure
You just, you tell me lies
When the eyeballs are your prize
You just keep us itching, wanting more
business boys advising me to
invest
moth is flying out my pocket
to invest
what is CPC, do moths pay
interest
business boys are horny in your
area
in your bedroom with a drop I’m still obscure
planting hyperjack and poppin’ til we’re sore
throw a party when you turn over and snore
sleepy boy, you own the world
So obscure
Mysterious and poor
Obscure
From your data ouroboros
I’m sure
You just, you tell me lies
All the eyeballs are your prize
You just keep us itching, wanting more
So obscure
My privacy’s a chore
Obscure
Your data fucks the world
I’m sure
You can radicalise us some more
Obscure, ’til we’re not under you anymore
