realisation from derealisation by Polibix

[Life just sort of exists… innit, like.]
Everything just sort of comes around…
And when you look outside, there’s, like, a massive block of flats that you never knew existed,
Which, like, have loads of lights and they’re, like, so- perfectly seperated.
Theres one, like, side where it has everything down, except for the top.
And the second-to-top… I mean the third-to-top.
And it, like, goes perfectly, but then it breaks the pattern still,
And then you realise its on the second side…
And then you reckon, like, it’s, like, two other buildings beside it,
And then you reckon, like, this whole fuckin loads of sides behind like (???)
And then, like, shit sort of happens?
And then you look up in the sky and you realize that light pollution is an actual real thing,
And it actually feels like daytime.
Even though it isn’t because, like, the sky is, like, blue…
But, like, dark, like navy blue, and then theres clouds and shit.
And there’s, like, a little dog that was named after you, but it was supposed to be a miniature but it wasn’t.
And it’s just, sort of, like it’s, like, it’s gnawing at a bone.
Like… mental.

(???) …so, like, that’s your way of getting a release or something,
Like I could have called another person: I could have asked them.
They’re probablys doing fuck all.
But they’ve been at the same thing I’m at?
So we could of had some matching thing,
But then if it wasn’t recorded, we couldn’t have, like, put it on a thing, innit, and like, shit happens.
And the thing and…
This is just my drunk experience… innit, like.
You see the plugs and the wires that, like…
Haven’t even been plugged in and are very dangerous for a dog to be around the house…
And there’s, like, loads of papers on a piano and you’re mam is watching the telly,
With a bunch of, like, people, like, singing shit, innit?
(???) …some sorta, like, drag queens innit?
(???) …one of those, like, dustpan and brushes that are, like, connected,
And then theres a piece of paper on a table and oh my god-
My life is fucking… stereotypical.

Or is it?
So, like, everything sort of happens…
But like, the stars… they don’t exist in London.
But like, lights do.
And you look over and, like, most people are, like, different shades of yellow.
Then there's a kind of gray, there's all shit is fucking cut out,
but there's a white at the top, then there's like a pink and a white.
Like, you never know what’s going to happen next.

• Electronic
• ambient
• chillout
• downtempo
• experimental
• liminal
• United Kingdom