Who? / Gakupo ft Oliver

[Universal Blurb] So!! The fact I have so many weird half-finished things in my files has been bothering me, and I need content, so you all are gonna get some half-finished songs, which span over this past year. I didn’t like most of these for one reason or another (lyrics, mixing, tuning, whatever) and I’m too lazy to learn stuff. At the very least, enjoy my little doodles for songs which had absolutely ZERO concept sketches (or at least none in a usable state, and yes the finishing drawings were basically sketches I’d done to get myself feeling creative and in the mood to draw stuff but it never worked) There are absolutely no MVs for any of these songs. RIP Apple Pencil, I don’t know where you went. Hopefully dumping all this here enables me to make more stuff because I don’t feel dragged down/like I have to finish it. And maybe you’ll find something you like, I dunno. Rip the idea of mixing and mastering killed by 5 on May 30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Who? Blurb] (8/8) File dated to Apr 9, 23 Uhm… Gakupo? I think it would have been great to have a meme drawing for this one. ==LYRICS== A day that lives forever A lifetime gone in error A face I can’t recall A name I knew in fall These bones (bones) cave (cave) into blight Unknowns (knowns) engrave a tortured mind Again (gain), today (day), I wonder why I still inquire, “Who am I?” Naive mem’ries imprinted on A film, photos, this time long gone Haze infests this “me” that was Lessons lacked for “I” to come I want to know all that was lost I want to ask, “What was the cost?” Say I’m mad, enraged, and plagued, But doomed to cross that which gave way A fly buzzing around your head A joke with laughter dropping dead This dizzy hex placed on my bed To keep me up, ponder regret I ask what’s “now,” what’s then and “how,” Am I to leave and take my bow? This lump of flesh unfit to mold Yet I beg for hands to hold Slipping through these fine sands Crossing out today’s plans Forming faces with a Fragmented mask made in clay This life (my life), a gift (my time), Slipped through my hands Like sand (decide), sift (fate), See through thy plans (see through my plans) Page (write) by page (these words), Recite the scenes With words (your new) muddied (decree), Those I can’t read (set me free) My hindsight’s gone blind (These bones (bones) cave (cave) ) I’ve emptied my eyes (Into blight) And shot this clay, (Unknowns (knowns) engrave (engrave) ) The counterfeit face (A tortured mind) So do I know why (Again (-gen) today (today) ) I’ll die searching (I wonder why) Until I find (I still (still) inquire (-quire) ) “Who was I?” LOOK INTO MY EYES RECITE MY FATED CRIES TELL ME WHO IT IS YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH PEER INTO MY HEART WHO CANNOT PLAY THE PART FOR I AM ONE WHO’S LEFT BEHIND MY LIFE AND VERY MIND FALLING TO YOUR KNEES IS THE “ME” YOU’D NEVER SEE THE ONE WHO FELL TEN YEARS AGO LEFT BURIED IN THE SNOW REACHING INTO I IS A LACK OF INNER EYE I’D GIVE A CRY AND PIERCE THE SKY BUT I CAN’T CURE THE BLIND My face of ash, my tears of woe, Oh, how we just come and go If go I shall, then go I must And keep this world around and just My face of ash, my tears of woe, Oh, how we just come and go If go I shall, then go I must And keep this world around and just