Living for the now

Living for the now

Presence is clear

Presence is here

Living for the now

Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud

Refusing being limited down to the ground

I'm steering, swerving through the bits via sound

You can guess how these elements I compound

Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound

Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas

Done this for too long; fold up quitter

Played shows at Fold, attentions we hold

With crew; solo integrity never sold

Lit stages and raves in various ways

London, Olomouc, many others and the Hague

We push things, never pull back, when we steer

We do things, never talk shit, yeah we’re clear

Naysayers, we work and put the work in

We prove points without needing affirming

Living for the now

Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud

Refusing being limited down to the ground

I'm steering, swerving through the bits via sound

You can guess how these elements I compound

Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound

Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas

Done this for too long, fold up, quitter

Curb biases behind curtains

Action over words to me are more certain

Unlearning ego that's lurking

We can see it in their eyes; many still nervous

Or hysterical for reasons they don't know

But flip-flop like guest attendants with no-show

Probably take time to give into less surplus

Confidence without approval in words

Either way, we don't make promises we can't keep

Except expectations peak

Expect exceptional levels; round trips

Going across and full sekkle in the mist

Presence is clear, duppy any records we make

Dismiss any wallies and fakes

Lockdown game, set and match where we land

By these words, yeah, I take a stand

Living for the now

Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud

Refusing being limited down to the ground

I'm steering, swerving through the bits via sound

You can guess how these elements I compound

Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound

Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas

Done this for too long, fold up, quitter

Living for the now

Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud

Refusing being limited down to the ground

I'm steering, swerving through the bits via sound

You can guess how these elements I compound

Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound

Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas

Done this for too long, fold up, quitter