Uploaded December 2023 | Updated September 2026, 58 minutes ago
This album and others can be found here and other places too I think
buckhouse.bandcamp.com
THE REST (feat. Dr Okomode)
Weighed up by the eyes and minds of strangers
We're all given but a common name
Ignorance is no excuse they tell us
Age and wisdom is just more to blame
So you gotta claim your resolution And define your absolute and then
Come to your own conclusions Though so confused But what's it got to do with them
And after all, they often kick you when you fall
But first they'll take your best The mess they make of all the rest
Lined up down the street to knock you off on every turn you take
No tangents to go off and break on
But you often make the same mistake Can't help it
And what's there for aspiration? What? What's there to drive you on?
Threat, rule, intimidation through history And look at how they got that wrong
And after all of that Fresh cut of your youthful flesh
First severed and second helpings They'll desert/dessert you
You only get what's left
TWICE BIT
(Instrumental)
WORLD WIDE
You said it
Noted for the record
Big talk, Big Brother
But you better go and check it
Pretty sure you put it like 'equal
Status Quo, Quid pro type,
All together now" like, no?
Well you spend a lot of dough
And you throw a good do
Them's the breaks for us
But it's a gas for you
Full throttle
Like we don't see you choking us out
With that bottle and that ticket and that debt, now
Just going nowhere
Aren't you on a private jet?
You got a nation under thumb
Did you dumb forget?
Small minds, big pockets
Never mind those put in the ground
When you can spend it on rockets, man.
And feed the kids if you're such shot callers
Stop leaving it up to the poor and footballers
Blast em, lambast em
Cause they make you look bad?
Man, you don't need any help there
Oh please
We won't beg your pardon
We're already on our knees
Saw your party at the party
With your high rolled sleeves
Hair down, f****** living it up
Back pats, self grats?
You can put down the cup
You should have never held chairs in any capitol roll
Head case, head of states to the top of the poll
Bread wastes, "let em eat cake"?
All that you stole?
A Queen would be ashamed how many hearts you rolled
Take your bows
And by that I mean out
Take your Dow shares and clout fears
And bounce, you louts
Nobody cares, let alone reveres you
Set rules for "us" that you won't adhere to
It's clear who fucked up here no doubt
Dress it up, King clothed
All flouncing about
In your Saville Row suits
With your Soho girls
Bozos
You who run this world
PRESS PLAY
I’m no longer a face you’d recognize
I’m no longer no fool of fortune
Taking nothing for granted or in my stride
And I too seek he opportune
But I swear
You put it in the atmosphere
It’s there,
Pin it to the ethos in the air
Make it all appear from an idea
And dare
Take your share
And it could be clear as the new day
Without all this pathos in your way
Speak into existence ask away
And say
Press Play
As the rest of em run the line
We search for sight but they lead us blind
Look for light but they cast us shade
There’s nothing to see here
But I swear
You put it in the atmosphere
It’s there,
Pin it to the ethos in the air
Make it all appear from an idea
And dare
Take your share
And it could be clear as the new day
Without all this pathos in your way
Speak into existence ask away
And say
Press Play
DAY OFF
Everybody shows weakness
Everybody makes a big mess
But nobody wants to bear witness
To the one that is their own, so
If you wanna ditch the white coats
There's no need for the big notes
If you're coming from the big smoke
Then, exhale.
Don't settle for Sunday
It won't matter by Monday
Don't settle for Sunday
Like it's all that you got left
Don't settle for Sunday
Won't matter if they raise the cut with
"Least it's something"
That still equates to nothing
So exhausting
Don't you think it's worth your time, man?
I'm not sure about mine, and
I'm not sure about anything
But nobody ever is it's all front and facade
It's not human to act so brazen it's crazy
Nobody's that hard
Nobody's that strong and those who seek to be
Are always seeking to belong
So what's really in common here?
Don't settle for Sunday
It won't matter by Monday
Don't settle for Sunday
Like it's all that you got left
Don't settle for Sunday
Won't matter if they raise your cup with
"Least it's something"
That still equates to nothing
So exhausting
This album and others can be found here and other places too I think
buckhouse.bandcamp.com
THE REST (feat. Dr Okomode)
Weighed up by the eyes and minds of strangers
We're all given but a common name
Ignorance is no excuse they tell us
Age and wisdom is just more to blame
So you gotta claim your resolution And define your absolute and then
Come to your own conclusions Though so confused But what's it got to do with them
And after all, they often kick you when you fall
But first they'll take your best The mess they make of all the rest
Lined up down the street to knock you off on every turn you take
No tangents to go off and break on
But you often make the same mistake Can't help it
And what's there for aspiration? What? What's there to drive you on?
Threat, rule, intimidation through history And look at how they got that wrong
And after all of that Fresh cut of your youthful flesh
First severed and second helpings They'll desert/dessert you
You only get what's left
TWICE BIT
(Instrumental)
WORLD WIDE
You said it
Noted for the record
Big talk, Big Brother
But you better go and check it
Pretty sure you put it like 'equal
Status Quo, Quid pro type,
All together now" like, no?
Well you spend a lot of dough
And you throw a good do
Them's the breaks for us
But it's a gas for you
Full throttle
Like we don't see you choking us out
With that bottle and that ticket and that debt, now
Just going nowhere
Aren't you on a private jet?
You got a nation under thumb
Did you dumb forget?
Small minds, big pockets
Never mind those put in the ground
When you can spend it on rockets, man.
And feed the kids if you're such shot callers
Stop leaving it up to the poor and footballers
Blast em, lambast em
Cause they make you look bad?
Man, you don't need any help there
Oh please
We won't beg your pardon
We're already on our knees
Saw your party at the party
With your high rolled sleeves
Hair down, f****** living it up
Back pats, self grats?
You can put down the cup
You should have never held chairs in any capitol roll
Head case, head of states to the top of the poll
Bread wastes, "let em eat cake"?
All that you stole?
A Queen would be ashamed how many hearts you rolled
Take your bows
And by that I mean out
Take your Dow shares and clout fears
And bounce, you louts
Nobody cares, let alone reveres you
Set rules for "us" that you won't adhere to
It's clear who fucked up here no doubt
Dress it up, King clothed
All flouncing about
In your Saville Row suits
With your Soho girls
Bozos
You who run this world
PRESS PLAY
I’m no longer a face you’d recognize
I’m no longer no fool of fortune
Taking nothing for granted or in my stride
And I too seek he opportune
But I swear
You put it in the atmosphere
It’s there,
Pin it to the ethos in the air
Make it all appear from an idea
And dare
Take your share
And it could be clear as the new day
Without all this pathos in your way
Speak into existence ask away
And say
Press Play
As the rest of em run the line
We search for sight but they lead us blind
Look for light but they cast us shade
There’s nothing to see here
But I swear
You put it in the atmosphere
It’s there,
Pin it to the ethos in the air
Make it all appear from an idea
And dare
Take your share
And it could be clear as the new day
Without all this pathos in your way
Speak into existence ask away
And say
Press Play
DAY OFF
Everybody shows weakness
Everybody makes a big mess
But nobody wants to bear witness
To the one that is their own, so
If you wanna ditch the white coats
There's no need for the big notes
If you're coming from the big smoke
Then, exhale.
Don't settle for Sunday
It won't matter by Monday
Don't settle for Sunday
Like it's all that you got left
Don't settle for Sunday
Won't matter if they raise the cut with
"Least it's something"
That still equates to nothing
So exhausting
Don't you think it's worth your time, man?
I'm not sure about mine, and
I'm not sure about anything
But nobody ever is it's all front and facade
It's not human to act so brazen it's crazy
Nobody's that hard
Nobody's that strong and those who seek to be
Are always seeking to belong
So what's really in common here?
Don't settle for Sunday
It won't matter by Monday
Don't settle for Sunday
Like it's all that you got left
Don't settle for Sunday
Won't matter if they raise your cup with
"Least it's something"
That still equates to nothing
So exhausting
