Steph Something

Steph Something

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Steph Something episodes

  • No Words
    w/ Du Brae
    No Words
    I loved your hands, strong and worked
    When I was in them nothing could do me harm
    Within those hands, as vulnerable as I could be
    Not for a second did I think they would crush me
    I put my faith into your palm
    And lay my timid heart down in the other one
    I was certain they were safe with you
    Never fearing what you were going to do
    The moment they were yours, you started to squeeze
    Instant agony had me on my knees
    You walked away, never said a thing
    Hands in tight fists, still wrecking me
    I found my heart aside an empty road
    Deformed and covered with dirt and stone
    But my conviction, within your hands
    You clasp quietly, choke until you hear nothing
    I did no wrong, I was terrified
    So, I clawed and screamed trying to breathe
    Your head ached from the noise, my nails grazed your arm
    You regarded my state of fear as a call to war
    You released your grip, a smile on your face
    Opened your mouth wide, swallowed the trust I gave
    Now you keep me caged within your darkness
    Barred by your silence, my cell, your void
    The only way out is by key
    Should you speak, I will be set free
    4 min
  • Acrobats
    Du Brae & Steph Something
    Acrobats
    Oh how acrobatic we become when
    Feelin the need for attention and oh how easily we forget
    Just how difficult it is to be an acrobat
    Bones and egos break and break
    Lungs, bodies, shake and shake
    Make, then deflate, in and out from the dirt
    Back into the ground
    Shed, end, ceremony
    Mourners Sleep - sleep
    Rustle, born again
    Awake, I am awake
    Soil loosened by the rake
    Soil loosened by the rake
    Alive again to be fake
    Again and again
    Never learning a goddamn
    Lesson
    Bones and egos break and break
    We are acrobats Acrobaaaaaaats
    Snapping our necks and backs in half
    Just for your attention
    Bones and egos break and break
    Feed the broken ego
    We're acrobats snapping ourselves in half
    To feed the broken ego...
    ...Oh here we go again
    4 min
  • Taste of Meat
    w/ Billy Bosco & Larry Tillman
    Taste of Meat
    Yanked by words
    And dragged to the block
    And I know you don’t really
    Want to see my head off
    It just turns you on
    To see me helpless on my knees
    Oh but the beast the least expected to forgo loyalty
    He’s lying right at my feet
    And the chain of order
    It will create the scene
    And it is that same chain
    That will make such a scene
    And a tightrope
    Of comings and goings
    Just above the messes below
    Will be
    The only way over
    Deep, deep, deep, deep gnarly growls
    And rows, and rows, and rows of throats
    Between the sharpest ivory
    I’ve got lions at my feet
    And the beast pants at me
    He’s waiting
    To get a taste of meat
    4 min
  • Linen Thrown Over the Heaviest of Ghosts
    Du Brae & Steph Something
    spotless, white sheets one-ton doses
    cum filled capsule coffins
    the conversation has been marked as spam
    the eyes, gutted novels.
    cha cha cha cha cherry lips knocking on infinite walls
    kissing the petrified, the faceless faces
    insidious lovers bound by what they exchange
    oh get off your high horse, baby
    come ride the whore instead
    she swears she gone spread her wings
    she swears she gonna spread her wings
    binge and purge desire caviar tar
    no, just a hangover these streets are now clean
    in the sense of gods and kings
    smiling and satisfied he went to hit the rock
    shit, he was out but he would miss not one beat
    before he finished speaking his profanity
    he changed his mask to a smiling face
    a happy working man just short of a little change
    between the ten-second plan
    and the other five seconds spent asking the mother of two
    if he could have money for food,
    his kingdom of pleasure
    vanished forever
    never rebuilt
    never remembered
    4 min

About Steph Something

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An anti-AI and anti-pitch correction musician who loves to rock and dance.