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1.
Immolate 03:22
Woo Yeah, yeah Hahahaha Oh my God You lot got me heated Don't speak unless I authorize, don't even let a thought arise I grab tongues and rip them out, then spit flame and cauterize (Yeah) I slaughter guys, you were dead soon as you caught my eye お前はもう死んでいる 何? I'm so incendiary, don't even think to air me That gas just fan to a fire, yuh I'm immolating I'm bright, I'm scintillating, you're washed, you're irrigating Your mud's humiliating, not even irritating Yeah, this is not anger, it's disappointment Man try burn me, man spit ointment Man hasn't got that fire in his heart Man spit Gaviscon, like raa Me? I'm wild like a forest fire Off-kilter, killswitch flicked, unflinching Filled up with this fricative kindling Wait, oh, wait, light, wait Light work to bun lightweights, I light them up like a fireplace You bucket crabs move sideways; I'm bent but I still fly straight I miss quiet days coz all the noise, I feel it But God gave me the gift to immolate, so, I blaze the mic to a cinder, yuck Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate Immolate (Yeah, it's Juliet's) Inflame (Yeah, it's Juliet's) Inciner- Yeah, it's Juliet's first born Here to keep them hearses warm Apocalyptic flow, I blow like Jibrail's cursed horn You know I'm big business coz I'm guzzling fuel Spinning grooves, mix a newer brew, call that revolution These cherubs try to bite but that shit is malocclusion (Ok) Gruesome, like the crime scene I make when I breathe Try me, you can catch this lava like Hawai'i Ugh, are you trying to be dead? (Why?) I'm a hot-headed demon I got fires to set Annihilation to prep, I ain't got time for you, gentle wets I immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate Immolate, inflame, incinerate Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate Immolate, inflame, incinerate Impale posers with prose until pale and decomposing The most corrosive of poets that no others come close to These foes on the flow, they get vex when I flex Cah I use it as a method to maintain composure Composed of matter but flow massless Paradox of a master craftsman (I'm too flashy) Gatekeeper gate crasher, spiced sucrose down the hatchet Shiver a bit, grit the fangs, Clank, Ratchet, raspy asthmatic laughter, I smile, bashful The bloodshot sky bows its head for the forthcoming disaster Flick of the wrist? Nah, more like the flick of a slasher I'll redact your last chapter Who'd have thought shy Samiir was a striking spear Inciting awe and fear in the minds of my hypest peers When I leer, flash of light and the mic is seared It's quite severe, I alight stage bathed in cheers Patrons raise their beers as I fade and disappear All I hear is, "Who the hell was that amazing queer?" Listen, this here is the angel of death, the haunting crimson immolation of the sacred bereft The inhaler of so-so poets; brazenly raising the hairs on the nape of their neck, chop These donnies cop guap but stay greener than guac I got a Molotov soul coz the spirit is hot I spill my whole fucking heart whether listened to or not You don't want to swap shots, man, I'm at the top kotched I'm top notch
2.
Sickening 04:14
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone" I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone" But I could never leave without a prayer for amnesty I'll flex when I'm that zone I'll text when I get on home And even when I dream that road is coming back to me (And I feel so alone, that road was never home) My girl's tall like spaghetto We ball through the ghetto in four-inch stilettos We walk so smooth, it's like a warm meadow The high's unreal, I call it falsetto My girl's voice deep and mellow She got strong arms that make you say, "Hello" She got strong armour, hardly unsettled And when we walk, you're not on our level My boy's short like bruscetto Man's cut too; the stitch is bargello Nails on gorge, the face beat and bezeled His smile's so bright and vibrant like petals My boy's voice light and treble He's still got sting so don't touch the nettle We've still got sting so don't try to meddle And when we walk, you're not on our level Sickening, sickening ah Sickening, uh, sickening Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening Nasty Nastiness Yuh, Moonlight silver dancing off puddles I stay tucked undercover I am the shit, it's not subtle I hope I don't get flushed down the gutter When was the last time that I felt safe? (Without having to resort to my self-erasure!) When was the last time I felt pure joy? (Without having to keep one eye out for danger!) I can smell the sunrise, but I can't taste it Oh, I long for the flavour See, when we dress for occasions We dress sharp to parry the blades which Aim for our faces, stainless gazes We go hard, we live so voracious We fall back, we live so evasive Some days I don't have the patience But see, my girl's tall like spaghetto She balls through the ghetto in four-inch stilettos She walks so smooth, it's like a warm meadow The high's unreal, she calls it falsetto My boy's short like bruscetto Man's cut too; the stitch is bargello Nails on gorge, the face beat and bezeled And when he walks, you're not on his level Sickening, sickening ah Sickening, uh, sickening Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening Sickening, sickening ah Sickening, uh, sickening Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone" I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone" But I could never leave without a prayer for amnesty I'll flex when I'm that zone I'll text when I get on home And even when I dream that road is coming back to me (And I feel so alone, that road was never home)
3.
Lightscreens 05:45
I see you through screens, I see what you let me see I see how you show your soul, I see how it hurts to breathe You've got love but no control, you've got hurt but no release I wish I could hold you close but baby, I see you through screens, yeah Lightscreens feel so sacred when you're inside Your heart's torn by changes, you're terrified Days just spill like water, we drown in time I wish I could be there right by your side I see you through screens, I see what you let me see I see how you pour your soul, I see what it takes to bleed You're so far away from home the sickness burns you in your sleep And now that you live alone all your mirrors feel like teeth Unspilled tears turn vinegar Sour little lies in your mind so sinister Cylinders fire but the hollow drum ringing out melodies of doubt keep your self-esteem prisoner Thoughts of regression ĺike a dull ache Skull plagued by the migraines all day Coolness is the branding but it's all fake IG still demands even more of your face Lightscreens feel so sacred when you're inside Your heart's torn by changes, you're terrified Days just spill like water, we drown in time I wish I could be there right by your side All we ever see is the screen Funny how machines turn everyone so parasocial Even those that we're close to Memories melt into photos Neat likkle package for the timeline, more time, it's a lifeline to the shoreline Short form, short content for sore eyes, sure fine, I guess it's alright Come find me, I'm buried in the tension Treading water, barely getting breaths in Living gig to gig, with pitiful protections Working all the time and not even for a pension Not to mention the drain on attention Not to mention the game of confessions Not to mention the aimless direction Not to mention the waning connections Lightscreens feel so sacred when you're inside Your heart's torn by changes, you're terrified Days just spill like water, we are baptised Lightscreens glow like halos when you're inside You turn my screen into a shrine of light It's a joy to witness you living life I see pain and fear in your tired eyes I see hope and fire, you burn so bright I love you, I miss you Lightscreens are somewhat of a gift too We can be both the seen and the witness And somehow feel God from a distance I love you, I miss you Lightscreens are somewhat of a gift too We can be both the seen and the witness And somehow feel God from a distance Lightscreens feel so sacred when you're inside (Lightscreens feel like cages, I'm stuck inside) Your heart's torn by changes, you're terrified (My heart's torn by changes, I'm terrified) Days just spill like water, we are baptised (Days just spill like water, we drown in time) Lightscreens glow like halos when you're inside (I wish I could be there right by your side) You turn my screen into a shrine of light (Lightscreens feel like cages, I'm stuck inside) It's a joy to witness you living life (It's a joy to witness your burning light) I see pain and fear in your tired eyes (I see pain and fear in your tired eyes) I see hope and fire, you burn so bright (I see hope and fire, you burn so bright)
4.
Sonata II 05:21
Flop era, everything dog eared, neoteny Young soul, yet the mind's grey as a hound Quarter life, quartz stone, tetrahedral silica I let go of my silver anniversary Late third decade on Earth, still uncertainty Searching for my severed purpose, that sacred burden Watching self through lightscreens We are the burning ones, seraphim Which secular God burned the forests? It wasn't me Liar, complicit tongue weaves neoteny Couldn't feel remorse whilst waiting for apology I've been defanged by the disrespect Free-falling onto swords of expectation Never disarmed by earthly preservation I appreciate the trust you bestowed, but my heart is hurricane (When that wind comes, I rise) I love to labour lovingly, but in truth, the gust is calling me I feel like a failure for lacking things I didn't even want You didn't want me to be free (When that wind comes, I rise) Shamed whilst swords overdosed the return Shamed for labouring through lightscreens Shamed for failure to seed neoteny Shamed for open soul Shamed for the winds which hold uncertainty Shamed for worshiping that silicon hole Shamed, blossomed, defanged, decomposing Shamed for expectation Shamed whilst earthly and frozen Shameful decade of forest corrosion Shameful Earth, her beautiful want Shameful heart carries shameful burden Shame weaves like a false apology Shame in the complicit stomach Shame for lacking hope Shamed into dogmatic grief Shamed into exile Shamed into being controlled I wasn't burned when the bridge collapsed I met myself in the water My sacred mind's numbing flesh felt the kiss of community Another shoulder to fall on, wings to call on The corrosive compassion swallowed shame I became the temple of imperfection I became the shameless shaman I became myself I was once sickened by the feast of my own obsession Afraid to starve, instead I bloated Until I truly asked, "Who am I beyond this heavy name?" I defanged the sojourn to stomach a slow return We are in transition until we fade away Flop era, everything dog eared, neoteny Young soul, yet the mind's grey as a hound Quarter life, quartz stone, tetrahedral silica I let go of my silver anniversary Late third decade on Earth, still uncertainty Searching for my severed purpose, that sacred burden Watching self through lightscreens We are the burning ones, seraphim Which secular God burned the forests? It wasn't me Liar, complicit tongue weaves neoteny Couldn't feel remorse whilst waiting for apology I've been defanged by the disrespect Free-falling into the open arms of my family Never disarmed by false accountability I follow my heart to trust myself (When that wind comes, I rise) I love to labour lovingly, and I accept the responsibility It is an honour to be blessed with uncertainty With space to blossom into beautiful imperfection (When that wind comes, I rise)
5.
Twenty-Six 02:53
26 Years seems old now, 26 degrees seems cold now Summer '22, hotter than most, but not as hot as the 2s at the top of my throat, yo 26 Years seems old now, 26 degrees seems cold now Summer '22, hotter than most, but not as hot as the 2s at the top of my throat, yo Two twos, it's the true truth that I spew fumes like a choo-choo-choo when I chew tunes Nine-six, I exhumed from the womb like a pharaoh, pale blue, mummy was afraid too Obstetrician shrugged like, "Stay tuned, let's see if this babe lives a day or two" Twenty-six years on from my debut, I'm alive, and I'm loved, and I make do And I've changed so much, been in pain so much Felt shame so much, overcame so much And my body is a cloud, and it's rained so much But the storm in the soil feeds grain so much Why am I still scared of the ocean's mouth? That darkness yawns, and I feel devoured I'm still young and I'm here right now Only thing that exists is now 26 Years seems old now, 26 degrees seems cold now Summer '22, hotter than most, but not as hot as the 2s at the top of my throat, yo 26 Years seems old now, 26 degrees seems cold now Summer '22, hotter than most, but not as hot as the 2s at the top of my throat, yo Riding with me, are you riding with me? Or are you vibing with me? Are you just vibing with me? Are you lying to me? Don't be lying to me Aren't you dying to see what I've been dying to be? Riding with me, are you riding with me? Or are you vibing with me? Are you just vibing with me? Are you lying to me? Don't be lying to me Aren't you dying to see what I've been dying to become? Um Timeline chopped and screwed, I've been chopped and screwed Wind's been choppy and brutal, kicking up dust in devilish plumes, loosening heads on screws I've parented my parents so much that I felt old in my childhood too I was told I was wise for my age, I should have had space to be childish too I'm grown now, my community weighs on my dome now And I felt the pandemic in my bones, shit Big tone shift, hard to cope with, made me grow quick That child in my soul's never gone though, still feel that childlike wonder I looked up and the sky was blue, I couldn't help smiling too

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released September 23, 2022

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Samiir Saunders Birmingham, UK

I’m a multimedia poet based in Brum. I am obsessed with communication, compassion, intimacy, and the Internet.

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