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F.I.D.O.
04:18
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If an artist is neither seen nor heard,
Do they even (really) make a sound?
Suspended in the ether,
Occupying space.
I’m waiting for those blinking lights to go out.
This can’t be it, holding tufts of grass,
Pulled into space, growing cold and letting go,
Summoned by no one, visions of falsehoods,
Diluted veins. I should have chosen better dreams.
This can’t be it, I’m not ready to go.
Falling into black, armed with nothing to show,
I don’t know what I’m doing here,
Or what I am, or what’s the point?
I’m dying.
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Click Track
01:39
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Wasting around, waiting for the day,
I am nobody, somebody to someone,
Sitting around, taking it easy,
Doing everything, jamming with no one.
All me, all of my energy, I play to my-
Click track’s in my head, I’m out of time,
Sing it aloud, sing it off the mic,
Hearing myself play again and again,
One more take, another fucking re-write.
All me, all of my energy, I play to myself.
Myself!
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BEDSIT Hull, UK
Bedsit are on a pilgrimage to channel the healing power of live music. Grounded in Grunge, ranging from Hardcore Punk to Shoegaze, Bedsit's sound is instinctive, but original.
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