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It Must Be Strange to Not Have Lived

by Teether

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Peter Hollo This is all gold. Stoneset's jittery beats on "Chrysalis" and Nerdie's postpunk gtr/bass/drums on "Reverence" are brilliant, but so are Teether's own productions, and his deadpan delivery and deliberately off scansion are perfect. Favorite track: Chrysalis (ft. Stoneset).
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1.
Venture a little longer Just a little while longer Please don’t consider it omen To proof the measure with gold I know it’s strange to have been here I must know not what I do Do you think somehow we’ll stay here? Do you hear those whispers too?
2.
Fuck the folk on that side of the road Carved a line to the bone: charcuterie And yeah, I’ve been locked in since back then This concept is nothing new to me What was wrote is unknown There’s a hole in my chest But instead where my ribcage should’ve been Dropped and did ten It’s a hole in my head Under smoke like my bed time usually I forgot what you said but I filled in the blanks and it spoke to me fluently I forgot what you said but I filled in the blanks and it spoke to me fluently I forgot what you said but I filled in the blanks and it spoke to me fluently Marlo how it’s one way it could go and so the city had to get used to me You don’t pick your poison Bought myself a bag ‘cause I’ve been a good boyfriend Been a good man, I’ve been making good choices Drew it in a graph, didn’t look how I thought it Staring at two hands, they don’t look how I saw them Boring at the land, ear out for its voices I just spent a grand on my past ‘cause I caught it I just spent a grant and a half! I grew to a bull from a calf out the stomach The world spinning ‘round made me laugh, nearly vomit I’m trying to emerge from the dark, from chrysalis I wouldn’t have fucked up the wok with a salad
3.
Elbow Grease 02:55
Ain’t no telling what I’m picking up on As I’m picking up, I pushed the button Might be pushing it on such as substance My luck of the draw was hauling punnets As if I made a track on which to run but couldn’t run it You gotta love it! Got bones in the cupboard That cone got me watching my shoulder Still a village man if I track both Europeans say I should have seen Rome You cunts have never been broke Even family names written in stone Guess where I stay: Treading on coals Gave my weapon names Pulled it out stone Fuck out my face, cuzzy I’m grown, no lemonade Only elbow grease wringing gave Hence I felt stolen from anyway And who do I owe? My bow slowing pace Yet the cello projects hell bass Trust my fellow protects every trace Stood at my post I rue the very day which was bestowed I’m happy in the cave Pig grabbed me by the ear Said “nigger, you can’t stand right here” And “don’t lurk, I might steer” Don’t care or own fur, I don’t feel Hit it like a wave on the pier I don’t sway, I congeal It was written in the stars I’m real if I like it or not I don’t cave into fear We’re in the city…
4.
Shallow but the kelp got the upper hand Life on the shelf looking longer than Talking to myself… Under orange set, first in the house Second hand moving ominous Faster than pelt from the stronger hand Perfect and well how I said I am You know me well, that’s another man But meaning well Lit a couple lamps, perched by the Dell Who hopes for some providence might get some help Who knows who’s the God of them might serve them well My prose wasn’t prominent Just had to spell what’s obvious Old post was East, no blood on it No good teams, I’m on the bench Summoning heat and loving it Simple and clean What were you born for? Bore, dig up the lore, core Forward, Adebayor Yawn, sordid I’m getting bored Four corners Nowhere to walk
5.
Laughter 03:12
Chronology, order My progression from the corner City wide, the tour I’d forgotten about the Taurus Fucking up the sword and almost selling off my organs Freer than I bought it Played a major chord on organ Glasses on, Ray Charles Hidden like Gengar Spooky Black, tan dark Drowning in Renmark Far from the hill Asphalt ripped my skin off Parting with emergency bill when the bills hard Pick up my importer I was picking up to slaughter Cell that held a thought I smoke it out, found it and pointed When I found my voice Was revelling in disappointment Charging at the point So I was idle in the corner Nails green and black I know my blood redder than vino Mild heart attack Then I was ‘illin with my ‘pinos We paid for this shit But they flew ‘em in for keynotes I’m new to this shit But we’ve been around for eons Braille on my back I can read a body, tango Fishing for a track We could feel the stars say no Helped the dexie crack in half Sparking off my neuro Out the coffin, Dracula Sold it to an emo Put it on PayPal Twenty four hours later Sounding like Outkast: “hey ya!” I feel like Bow Wow, braids styled Storyboard, paper Thumbs up, face down Hunch in my nape so I wait ‘round Shadow hard to trace, so I make sounds Echo helped locate where to lay down Later in the day, wrung the brain out
6.
Save Point 04:08
The way I threw my weight around the digital space Had to play around in spite of the mace that’s sprayed around It’s hard to wait around and stand in one place I had to pace around and let it out, all of the waste that’s chemical To lay the layer down, something to withstand the power Conjuring a battered crown, I’m out of town Waiting for the city sense of urgency to simmer down Doing work, because I need money now Feel the fucking vehicle lurch, swerve about Soccer mum whip, keep the pigs’ suspicions out On my bullshit, same body, just a different house Humming my hymn, just a memory I read aloud Dialogue slim ‘cause the battery is running out And my throat stings, I think someone pulled the baccy out Broken English, I’m not speaking to the Commonwealth Blunt in my grip, don’t know what the fuck it’s all about Calling in sick ‘cause I’m trying to feel better now
7.
Moving, no controller Buzz me on my lonesome My first one was Motorola I’m from hills I stumbled over When I hopped the line I learned that shit from slurping cola Firm on what it goes for Earning what I owe I said it so and so it goes on… Lead with my elbow up I don’t know the devil Heard that boy’s walking below us Did it for the reverence Counting down the days I only made it up to seven Preaching like a reverend Life was almost peachy But I had a couple questions Easing up on excess Barely even eating I was focused on the exit It gets leaky at that pressure I recall a wish upon a star for water bender Why’d you have to do me like that?
8.
Prospect 03:09
Prospect banal Watching canal Clock oiled well But it’s still when I dwell Prospect banal Watching canal Clock oiled well But it’s still how I felt Lows dipped lower Lower than my opticals Tonic economical Poké ball optimal Optional blows hit lower than a buckle drew Something hit my knuckles Too quick for discussion Movement was a wonder Got farther… Parched from the “ha-ha” Parchment, drawing up of map of the dark part “La, la”, I’m Dipsy Not drunk in my Dickies Just buzzed, not tipsy Some drinks for a living One pint at the launch One life so I’m staunch Struck with a bike on the street facing North Old boy dodged a date with the court Some of my niggas not lucky at all I heard dogs sniffing so I’m running outdoors Ain’t no guards with me, I just did that shit raw In the armoury had to measure my core What’s economy when you really are poor? In my artery, felt it shrinking from cold What’s emergency when it’s everything wrong? What’s apology when you probably won’t grow? What’s the purpose of getting up in the morn? What’s the urgency for a death by the sword? Felt like Alice when I sat behind Nord Feel like Alice when I’m singing my songs In the palace, wrote a ballad forlorn In the Valley, I was selling my soul Wrangling my functional form I was ranting through a comfortable yawn Steady handling, I got a tight claw Fruit was dangling and almost got caught I was angling the self to see more
9.
The predecessors did it tough, did it the hard way But they had enough I’m trying to chuck a U to Old Salawe Also leave some flowers for my Aunty where she’s gone And agogo’s passing caused a hole inside my heart It was Sade in the park helped the mar fade Some day, I hope that we can talk about the sharp pains and all potential causes I was hauling down the one way facing wrong That’s the one way I was taught I was glad to see the dusk That’s around the time I spawned It was factories among us I was glad to be the son Ever graceful, no Mugabe when he fall I’m a sucker for the thunder and the storm And a lover after all Ever grateful to be one who saw the dawn How long, this day on Earth…
10.
In a Cube 05:04
Something in the talk Vine poisoned Within long fight To keep the body upright Lived it for the whole time Something in the talk Crestfallen Within long fight To keep the body upright Lived it for the whole time Seconds coming sooner All my niggas goofy Gas and lucy made me stupid To get buried within routine Or be singing with the tuba ’Til the echo chamber carries us to sea I’m in a cube, but And I never felt like you I sniffed the roses, orchids, tulips Sora taught me you can do this Willed the Earth and felt its movement Might diverge, might bolt my roof on What you deserve… What did you do, but?

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IT MUST BE STRANGE TO NOT HAVE LIVED by Teether

Named after a Death lyric, 'It Must Be Strange to Not Have Lived' is Teether's 5th solo album. Somewhere between observation and rumination, this album is an exploration of the first-person and all that surrounds.

Soundtracked by instrumentals that span and merge genres, samples and live instrumentation, It Must Be Strange to Not Have Lived was recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Teether, with the help of Stoneset and Nerdie (1300).

Embarked on at the height of Naarm's 2021 solitude, this album is the sound of too much time to think.

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released February 9, 2024

Written, performed, produced, mixed and mastered by Teether, except:
All production on track 2 “Chrysalis” by Stoneset.
All production and guitar on track 7 “Reverence” by Nerdie.

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