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The Divided Selfie LP

by Cerulean | MC Beastly

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Highest-quality digital edition printed onto a single CD, A-side & Beast-side interspersed. In numbered (& optionally signed) box. Only 20 copies available (quick: Smalltown Dreamer's sold out!).

    Includes unlimited streaming of The Divided Selfie LP via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    incl. bonus "Another Year" tracks which bookended 2022. They set out the 5 senses x 2-sides concept for the album, and reviewed its minimal impact respectively.
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1.
I’m looking through the window of your gallery The paintings look amazing in this light The Water Lilies, Sunflowers & Irises I think I’d like to join your there inside So I get a job attending to the gallery Every day I see you coming by But when you see the space next to the Irises Tears start filling up your eyes Don’t cry, sweet child If you need tears then take these from my eyes It's fine to smile Even Van Gogh smiled from time to time Tears are thickening the brushes of your eyelashes I can barely see you through the running light Dripping off the edges of your canvases But as you let them dry, behold the S1GHT: Two rings of golden hazel, oak and emerald Separate the pearly light from darkest night The only thing more beautiful than seeing them Is seeing the world through those eyes So don't cry, sweet child Mona liked a joke on the side We’ll ride this tide You on a Renoir, me on an exit sign Recline, look up high There’s nothing above us except the Sistine sky So don't cry, sweet child Jesus wept but he also made the wine Shakespeare wrote Hamlet but also wrote Twelfth Night Even Van Gogh probably smiled from time to time ("Man's being (all that a man is) can be seen from different points of view, giving rise to two entirely different descriptions...")
2.
("...there is one thing which can be seen as two faces. From top to bottom: forehead, nose, mouth and neck") Don't need a Rolex, I've got a flip phone Never buy a Birkin, I'm happy on my own Don't need drugs to get in the zone But there's one thing I've got to own No drip, blue ticks, black cards Don't need NFTs or Ferraris But there's one thing I can't walk past it's: Sunglasses Welcome to my dark side: where I rap honestly It’s a S1GHT for sore eyes, I’ll paint a picture Of the #DividedSelfie taking narcissist, an egotistic artist There’s method to my madness: I’m a Beast in sunglasses 'Cos they're a flex on you The rest of the crap I'll eschew, I’m just here to rap what’s new Strip some layers, get down to the truth like: Most shoots rent, don’t buy what you see Spotify’s bent to those with a deal But there’s empty bars only rhymes can fill It’s a shady world, but you'll know that I'm real ‘cos I Don't need a Rolex, just flip out my phone Haven't bagged a shorty, still happy on my own Don't need drugs to get in the zone But there's one thing I've got to own No drip, blue ticks, black cards Don't need NFTs or Ferraris But there's one thing I can't walk past it's: A new pair of sunglasses Second half: come on let's have it! I ball in glasses: Edgar Davids 'Dis possessed, rob Savage, 20 22's average So I'm Attacking Mid-Summer She DM, I must got clobber, all of her peoples love her But no gold diggers, I need a lover I'm Ray with a band: I'm an on-key artist You're a Pretty Woman: I'm Roy with a fast spit Sound so good you Stevie Wonder if I'm blind From behind a piano in glasses Beat self-made, not from the market #SavvyIndie, not been planted Loop three chords, whenever you ask it's fire in the booth Better put on sunglasses Don't need Hermes watches drogas Bitcoin Social lovers Grills or pills or petrol-guzzlers trophy girls with fake arses Bloody diamond necklace shiny camera flashes fake eyelashes Just give me a mic and a pair of Sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses Sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses: Two UV-A&B lenses, set in the frame of some glasses Swan Centre's my market, you think that's ratchet You are policing sunglasses, what kind of narc is this? Narcissus, now hug us, now kiss us Soft on the inside like Cerulean is Narcissus Narcissus Narcissus Sunglasses in darkness like a narcissist I'm a poet, of course I'm Narcissus Reflect on myself in all the five senses like: SATOR AREPO TENET OPERA ROTAS My tenet is holding up mirrored Sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses Can you see yourself in my glasses? Can you see within to the darkness? Why do you need the Versaces? These shades I brought at the Primarky Cost me £1.50, I'm laughing Yeah I am a real narcissist, I focus on how my verse arches By cutting the rest of the crap like Medusa ya bishes Sunglasses sunglasses, I'm wearing sunglasses sunglasses Sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses Let's call it a rap 'cos I'm wearing sunglasses
3.
When I was younger my mother told me Nothing about the birds and bees Always a click away from stinging me I guess I paid the Price for late-night TV But now that I'm older I'm finally free Of the need for constant company It wasn't easy, took therapy Where she told me I'm definitely Ready for the real world To be with a real Girl, in the real world Real world, where we used to dwell When I was younger my daddy told me Nothing about what's in our genes Urgently hunting for dopamine Seeking solace in loving machines But now that I'm older I'm no longer the Bumbling teen, hooked on pornography Yeah now I'm on Bumble like a modern man should bee You're real, I'm real: we should really meet But wait, I'm enjoying it here Swiping through all the real Girls from the real world The real world where we used to dwell The real world with real girls The real world with real girls The real world, just download it on your phone For real girls: just 2OUCH this URL The real girls in the real world Your real girls, just 2OUCH this URL 2OUCH this, 2OUCH this 2OUCH this on your phone 2OUCH this, 2OUCH this 2OUCH this You are real ("Now if you are sitting opposite me, I can see you as another person like myself...")
4.
("...without you changing or doing anything differently I can now see you as a complex physical-chemical system") I was nearly six foot under before I made my teens So I'm living my life purposefully We'll all be six foot under one day, so follow my lead: Live for each moment, breathe Feel the 2OUCH of the breeze on your body Please before it's six foot under Are you feeling me? Or does moving imagery need to be seen Up on a sixty-six foot screen to tell the stories the boys need Yeah I'm leading man, as I stand six foot three I may as well be the man I was meant to be and lead Before they fill me with lead, I'm gonna make bread Leave it to my fam when I'm dead, I will Don't come from wealth, so I can't chill Taxman knocking, I gotta make bills Two things in life are guaranteed: death is nasty, HMRC I'm pretty Mr. Darcy, Colin Firth schooled in Eastleigh Out the city wasn't easy, call it first I'll make it fastly Got to Oxford like Oscar, now I'm after an Oscar Wild and free, #SavvyIndie, I played Algy but being Earnest: Underdressed and state-educated, Misterunderrated I'll Pirate beats 'til I make it, like Reggie: director-famous Polar Express I'll Conduct ya, VVarner Bro so I'm up in Hollywood getting shot in a Cafe, cracking a brewski Pandit's pens at the ready: "Poachy mu ti Ruski?" I played a Frenchman, played The Dane So I'll play this game, then get back to my lane That's where I'm laying these tracks from where I came Eastleigh boy from back in the day My autobiography, this is my Self-portrait In case I'm six foot under before hitting my 30s A record of some body nearly gone Six foot under while still only a tween 'Cos of a mistake by a Pharma company I'm over Six foot now I wonder about the man I'm gonna be And yeah I wondered about swerving the vaccine But life's too precious not to trust that history ain't on repeat We'll all be six foot under, but let's delay it at least I'll be playing the Beast up on your theatre screen While you're eating up M&Ms, may I have your attention please? I'd rather avoid the drama of LAMDA classes Posh boys talk Greek out their arses about white-privilege They're classist, us smalltown boys had it hard But who knows who's life's the hardest? All I know England's a money game, Karl me a Marxist It's a shame we need martyrs to care about looking after Those who look after our Care Homes try wipe your Granddads arses Can ministers act on questions begging for answers: How can men be The Rock, while modern life is a hard place? How can smalltowns compete in a global marketplace? And why are real innovators getting stuck in red-tape? Or if you just wanna fake it, join me acting on the screen You can cry here all you like, art is pure humanity So leave your ideology, killing joy don't entertain Vote for whoever works so the rest of us can play Until we're six foot under, while the-powers-that-be Try scare us with the prospect of that mortality like: "Stay six foot from one another, don't 2OUCH" like leprosy While they're tonguing their colleagues and contracting all the sleaze Let the Palace slip under, refresh democracy With young people who can act off-screen Before we're six foot under a global catastrophe I take screens lightly, but real-life with gravity Beastly
5.
Memories wash up on the beach The smell of the sea, the ol' factories The SC3NT on her skin, the dress she was in The sound of a song you knew all along Nothing to choose, nothing to lose Just light the fuse Strike a match, light the flame Once you've taken aim Victory awaits, fire away So cannon indie Sail the waves Cannons bounce over centuries Their SC3NT on leaves which are evergreen But don't get marooned in those memories Sail the seas with your artillery I'll do something new: not one side, but two Just light the fuse I'll do it my way and light the flame To leave you a SC3NT for which to aim But no two are the same, when we don't need: A crew, a chick, a stu, or a blue tick To make a Boom! You did it your way, and now you are free You lit your flame, and found victory So sail your waves independently ("With its own idiosyncrasies. In this way, you are an organism...")
6.
("...expressed in the language: co-existence of two different essences") Most MCs can't write Most writers can't see that you gotta play the part to hit Gen Z I Will Shake my peers when I spit Setting bars on fire, making English lit Most MCs can't write Most writers can't see that you gotta play the part to hit Gen Z I Will Shake my peers when I spit Setting bars on fire, making English lit Yo I've a novella about a young fella like me Man on a-mission for the screen #SmalltownDreamer leaving Eastleigh to get a degree Go uni-que, learn to speak properly (pronouns every Tea) Write a masterpiece for some Doctor to do little with it But I'm not playin', I'd rather make it rain That's why I became an MC Who can write, but Most writers can't see that you gotta play the part to hit Gen Z I Will Shake my peers when I spit Setting bars on fire, making English lit Put Byron in a battle, he'd be Lord of the mic Mary a shelley MC if she had the right Technology to record for free Even PG Wodehouse would Ask Jeeves: "If a tree falls down for Amazon To print some book which nobody reads" Try making a sound 3-minute song Music's the food I love, play on MCs who can write and writers who can see That English was always mazzalean Let's keeping pushing boundaries And raising the bars making English lit MCs can't you see? Not every Mister's hiding the mind of a Doctor What son? Those yer bars? They should lock yer Content's all cursing and violence I'd prefer some - My pen is mightier than your pen-is mightier Than your sword, I'm fighting you with these words A new blend of cultures meant to outrage & excite you With this novel SC3NT from the page of an MC who can write 'Cos I'm a writer who can see That you gotta give your heart to hit Gen Z I'm a Beastly Boy when I spit I hope they hear me out there in English Lit Wilde kids getting stuck in a Reading Prison That's the State of our schools, teachers listen: We passed English, ghost it like Dickens Give us class in music, not slim pickings They got stories, show 'em how to tell Refresh the page, don't let it go stale Got giant dreams? Make your tale Swift It's worth your words to share your gift Forget the canon, just light your flame Go out with a bang, they'll remember your name MC who can write and a writer who can see That you gotta keep pushing English boundaries Let's Shake our peers when we spit Setting bars on fire, making English lit MC Beastly: it's the part of me that Will Shake my peers When I #SpitFireBars it's Lit
7.
You remind me of the way a girl made me feel when I was young I can't remember her name but I can picture what we done I couldn't put it into words but you remind me how it's sung Yeah you give me a T4STE Now it's on the tip of my, tip of my Tip of my tongue Tongue, tongue, tongue Tip of my tongue Tongue, tongue Tip of my tongue Under the weather I've been My senses are dulled and I'm becoming thin Nothing tastes of anything Then suddenly the touch of your skin Takes me back to my first time I felt a woman's bliss Come a little closer, let me T4STE it in your kiss 'Cos you remind me of the way a girl made me feel when I was young I can't remember her name but I can picture what we done I couldn't put it into words but you remind me how it's sung Yeah you give me a T4STE Now it's on the tip of my, tip of my, tip of my Tip of my tongue Tongue, tongue, tongue Tip of my tongue Tongue, tongue Tip of my tongue Tongue, tongue Tip of my tongue Tongue, tongue Tip of my tongue ("The study of human beings begins from a relationship with the other as person...")
8.
("...if one is listening to another person talking, one may") Sometimes you gotta SpitFire to keep your freedoms from dying So Eastleigh built the Spitfire So you and me can, so we'd be free to hit higher Yeah Eastleigh built the Spitfire 'Cos of a Few brave souls in the sky We are free to, yeah I'm free to: I'm blessed to be born in a time and place of relative peace But some MPs tryna war over nothing (man yeesh!) No interest in culture, now they wanna a piece But please don't come to my shows If you're gonna spread that disease Sure there's global threats, but now the enemy is within It's your uncle on the 'bookie sharing misinformation About pandemics, AI, climate change and immigration We've gotta build back truth, raise it back to a level plane Like my hometown did back in the day, once it was plain to see The danger overseas, we built up Supermarine And 'cos the NSDAP quashed all dissenting speech Godwin's Law is the neo-fascist preach: "If you don't hear me out, you're a Nazi You might think I'm nasty, but it's my free-speech" Yeah you said it! Doesn't mean I have to let it in my ears Or help it reach 20x more by engaging with it here If you're extreme online join the Q I'm breaking bread with those who are dear and it ain't you But if you're positive, your message should be heard Use the range of your free expression to stand out from the herd: Why don't you act, why don't you paint Why don't you take a photo that ain't your face Why don't you dance, learn to massage Plant something nice in your yard Wait, why don't you bring something to the table That's in good T4STE? Or if you really just wanna make a noise: At least put a few words to a beat, make a few lines rhyme Haven't been trained to hit a note? It's fine Rap's a democratic genre, any you can try Just follow me, it's Smalltown England's time to SpitFire To keep our freedoms from dying 'Cos of a Few brave souls in the sky You and me can, yeah we are free to hit higher Eastleigh built the Spitfire So you and me can hit higher Yeah we'd be free to, yeah you and me can SpitFire
9.
It's been a long, long time since I've seen your eyes And time flows by faster than ever But I'd still remember if you'd Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign I've had my ear to the ground, but I haven't heard a 5OUND Now my house is my own But if you hit the storm, I'll shine a light to guide you on If you'd Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign Shoot a flame in the sky, Morse code flashlight Send Out a Signal you're alive You could even mime, or Sign off goodbye Just Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign We might recombine in the next lifetime But in the meantime you've got a friend for life So if you need me, won't you Send Out a Sign ("Either a. be studying verbal behaviour and vocalizing, or b...")
10.
("...be trying to understand what he is saying") I'm not a player, I'm not a player I'm not a player, I'm not a player I'm not a player, I'm not a player I'm not a player but you’re playing my track (a lot) I'm not a player Unless you mean like John Mayer 'cos I pluck a lot Plonking keys, that's my only glock Any room at the industry? Knock Knock (Who's there?) Beastly (Singles only) Won't sign on the dot I'm single 'cos of Covid and sometimes I still get lonely But I won't return to drink or dirty vids 'cos I gave up the lot Married to my Double-albums b4 my 20s up Then I'll blow, I'm a Guy with a plot I'm not a player Unless you mean like big puns 'Cos the word play is how I flipped this song I hope you'll press play on the flipside A Cerulean make it pop in every sense when I'm done I'm Beast, I'm hardly who you thought would rap I'm ArrDee Laing, got brains I shop at the GAP, swim laps, don't get the WAP I’m not a player, I'm not a player I'm not a player but you’re playing my track (a lot) I'm not a player but I Flip a lot, keep mine clean FirstWeek I'm off 'bookie Zuckerbot Google me, I Duck the lot But if you're a Carly Rae with an IQ over 80 Call me maybe we can talk Usually I don't chat unless you running on the track Like Rick, A.D. & Weez, #LondonIsAVibe with man like that I'm the King author, my work's on cam a lot I'm not a player but you're playing my track (a lot) You're the payer, I'm the one who's playin' Supporting Skinnyman: yeah that's at Railway Inn I love to surprise, so what better way than to look nice Cover eyes, pick up a mic and start slayin' Live on stage, 5OUND amazing, never Auto-Tune What you hear is what I'm saying, and what I'm saying's I'm not a player, I'm not a player I'm not a player but you’re playing my track (a lot) I'm not a player, I'm not a player I'm not a player but you’re playing my track (a lot)

about

Britain's divided.
Self-isolaters & anti-vaxxers, peng-posts & dirty-DMs, singers & rappers.
A Cerulean & Beastly. 2 self-titled EPs, streamed separately to pop & rap lovers.
But we know "there is one thing which can be seen as two faces", as RD Laing wrote in 1960 sparking a decade of self-exploration & sensory-expansion which culminated in The Beatles self-titled double-album.
Half-a-century on, piece together this honest self-portrait of a colourful British artist, in every sense a broken hopeful man.

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released June 22, 2022

Written by Laurence Philip Warner, better known as Cerulean, who self-produced the double-album
Mix/Mastered by Matthew Large

To see Visuals & Liner Notes, please visit the official album website: DividedSelfie.CeruleanSounds.com
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