Намешано - Oxxxymiron
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★ Verse 1 ★
From the poetics of newspaper columns
The eclecticism of cassette stalls
The aesthetics of courtyards and slow autumn clouds
That the cement factory breathed into the sky
Filling a sepia-toned moodboard
Of kitschy scenes, of very serious soup
Of naked bodies, harbor lights
Distant countries that don't exist
Days given, years fucked up
Of absurdity, of naive forgetfulness
Of “Look what I've achieved!” and hidden resentment
Of Otto Dix's game
Only thе triptych is a poshl, out of
The craving for harlots, porn actresses, strippеrs
From Madonna's hands, Lilith's lips
From the bullshit, the mouse's fiddling
In the flaws of a maasdam soul
Of the hunt to crash under Capi like a fuckin' lunatic
From Capri-Sonne and Hanuta
★ Chorus ★
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
On a slow burn
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
Like a dinner pot
★ Verse 2 ★
A high - running away to a high, a constant high
I'm ticking away like from the chopper
From misery to Paradise, unstable Paradise
Drained of shit, then a breakdown, an edge
Shame of time, I hit rock bottom and I'm wearing the stigma
I'm a high-functioning border guard
But I don't guard any borders, you know?
Inside is a hodgepodge of maximally illogical piled up
Pictures, principles and rules, check it out
I can't go to a social gathering sober
I can't, for the life of me, pull on my Soviet trousers
Full house, I'm in the dressing room angry and two-faced
Kindergarten, the ops are stepping on my kulichik
Moans, sand in my hair, East in my bottomless eyes
Pain through half-decay, a fucking search for myself
I ain't got no awareness or acceptance
My hip-hop is not a collective or an enterprise
Brutality under the camouflage of politeness
Guilt and self-pity mixed into one motif
A secret passion to please the public
The unconscious manipulation of the shadow realm
Egocentrism and whining, a flair for vulnerability
Hypochondriacal anxiety, microbullshit
Great power, a hundred unrecognized dark sides
And the message is a hostile world, defenseless Myron
I've built a third album on bones
And dreams are crunching merrily again
The children of my peers are about to give birth
“Eternal Jew 2 ten years later
The ingredients are spectacular, just like a selection
Two verses of pathetics, two verses of pathetics, two verses of pathetics, two verses of pathetics
A must-have gentleman's set
Two large sets for the price of one
★ Chorus ★
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
On a slow burn
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
Like a dinner pot
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
On a slow burn
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
Like a dinner pot
★ Outro: AIGEL ★
In secret from myself
Smash your portrait to pieces and hide it
In the corners, in the morning, you're not yourself, pick up the pieces
A sketch of the villain
In secret from yourself
Smash your portrait to pieces and hide it
In the corners, in the morning, in the morning, you're not yourself, pick up the pieces
A sketch of the villain
From the poetics of newspaper columns
The eclecticism of cassette stalls
The aesthetics of courtyards and slow autumn clouds
That the cement factory breathed into the sky
Filling a sepia-toned moodboard
Of kitschy scenes, of very serious soup
Of naked bodies, harbor lights
Distant countries that don't exist
Days given, years fucked up
Of absurdity, of naive forgetfulness
Of “Look what I've achieved!” and hidden resentment
Of Otto Dix's game
Only thе triptych is a poshl, out of
The craving for harlots, porn actresses, strippеrs
From Madonna's hands, Lilith's lips
From the bullshit, the mouse's fiddling
In the flaws of a maasdam soul
Of the hunt to crash under Capi like a fuckin' lunatic
From Capri-Sonne and Hanuta
★ Chorus ★
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
On a slow burn
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
Like a dinner pot
★ Verse 2 ★
A high - running away to a high, a constant high
I'm ticking away like from the chopper
From misery to Paradise, unstable Paradise
Drained of shit, then a breakdown, an edge
Shame of time, I hit rock bottom and I'm wearing the stigma
I'm a high-functioning border guard
But I don't guard any borders, you know?
Inside is a hodgepodge of maximally illogical piled up
Pictures, principles and rules, check it out
I can't go to a social gathering sober
I can't, for the life of me, pull on my Soviet trousers
Full house, I'm in the dressing room angry and two-faced
Kindergarten, the ops are stepping on my kulichik
Moans, sand in my hair, East in my bottomless eyes
Pain through half-decay, a fucking search for myself
I ain't got no awareness or acceptance
My hip-hop is not a collective or an enterprise
Brutality under the camouflage of politeness
Guilt and self-pity mixed into one motif
A secret passion to please the public
The unconscious manipulation of the shadow realm
Egocentrism and whining, a flair for vulnerability
Hypochondriacal anxiety, microbullshit
Great power, a hundred unrecognized dark sides
And the message is a hostile world, defenseless Myron
I've built a third album on bones
And dreams are crunching merrily again
The children of my peers are about to give birth
“Eternal Jew 2 ten years later
The ingredients are spectacular, just like a selection
Two verses of pathetics, two verses of pathetics, two verses of pathetics, two verses of pathetics
A must-have gentleman's set
Two large sets for the price of one
★ Chorus ★
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
On a slow burn
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
Like a dinner pot
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
On a slow burn
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
It's all mixed up in me
Like a dinner pot
★ Outro: AIGEL ★
In secret from myself
Smash your portrait to pieces and hide it
In the corners, in the morning, you're not yourself, pick up the pieces
A sketch of the villain
In secret from yourself
Smash your portrait to pieces and hide it
In the corners, in the morning, in the morning, you're not yourself, pick up the pieces
A sketch of the villain
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Song Description:
edit soundcloudThe song "Намешано" by Oxxxymiron is a complex and introspective exploration of the artist's inner turmoil and conflicting emotions. The lyrics reference a mix of different influences, from newspaper columns to cassette stalls, creating a vivid and eclectic tapestry of images. The verses delve into themes of absurdity, resentment, and hidden desires, painting a portrait of a soul struggling to find its place in the world. The chorus repeats the phrase "It's all mixed up in me" like a mantra, reflecting the chaotic and jumbled nature of the artist's thoughts and emotions. The song culminates in an outro by AIGEL, where the idea of smashing one's own portrait and picking up the pieces symbolizes a process of self-discovery and self-acceptance. Overall, "Намешано" is a thought-provoking and deeply personal track that invites listeners to delve into the complexities of the human psyche.
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Намешано - Oxxxymiron
{Verse 1} From the poetics of newspaper columns The eclecticism of cassette stalls The aesthetics of courtyards and slow autumn clouds That the cement factory breathed
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