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Headphone Diaries VOL​.​1

by Mulham

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1.
Intro Lights, Camera, Action x 3 Lights, Camera, Scene 1 Verse 1 This kid can't even leave his bed He looks out the window and the whole city's in red he can't even tell Is it sun, is it set? or is it that he cried so much his eyes bled Or is this the sunset to all his darkness Or the sunset to whatever good that's left inside him it's killing him, it's getting to him mentally Spiritually to the point he can't even move physically So typically He tries to get out Figure out a way, figure out a route Most people would be scared To even have a peak into what's going on inside this dude's head So he spares his words while they spare their judgments So they open doors but he quickly shuts them He doesn't want anybody in Too much hurt boggled up his trust and now it's all spent Chorus Can you tell me how it feels (Can you?) Walk a mile in my shoes and then speak (Yeah) Your judgments ain't about me (No They’re not) I’m a reflection of what you belie to see Can you tell me how it feels Walk a mile in my shoes and then speak Your judgments ain’t about me its all in you (Scene 2) Verse 2 Every time she smites the ink on the paper it lights up showing her a part of herself that might just Be lost in translation, it's emancipation That pen speaks better for her when she's in bad situations So she didn't just feel bad, she wrote it She always hid that pad, and hardly spoke of it She didn't want them to know how ugly it was Little did she know, she's poet and didn't even know it Introvert in nature, extrovert in nurture Hardly spoke but spoke a lot of nonsense It's like society got her by the nick If you're not like us, then you're not shit And it went on like that until one day She dropped her pad open in the school's hallway And as she bent down to pick it up a boy got to it first and he opened it up Chorus Can you tell me how it feels (Can you?) Walk a mile in my shoes and then speak (Yeah) Your judgments ain't about me (No They’re not) I’m a reflection of what you belie to see Can you tell me how it feels Walk a mile in my shoes and then speak Your judgments ain’t about me its all in you Bridge (Scene 3) Verse 3 This kid is surprised Mouth wide open Looking at her in the eyes How did she know? I told no one of this, is this a dream or have I died? It's like these pages spill out a spitting image of what's been going on inside of him It's crazy... who's this girl? Is she here to break me or save me? To make me or is she just another fake one? Now I gotta say something ... like hey.. I hope you don't judge me But I know what you're talking about .. you're talking about me. and i know how it feels i walked a mile in your shoes and i have seen it all manifest from the man to the fists from the ego to the kids from the judgment to being it Chorus (2) and i can tell you how it feels there’s nothing like walking a mile in fear their judgments ain’t about me it’s all in my head it was all just me and i can tell you how it feels there’s nothing like walking a mile in fear their judgments ain’t about me it was all me  
2.
Self-Ception 02:54
Verse 1 you see my problem is, i don’t have problems left so damn careless i don’t know if i should try and exist  existing itself became a chore I’m dying to avoid because this void’s growing and i’m tired of trying to resist  persistence in this endless war is madness in itself  i manage to take a break and break the nothing into expression of self   so i break the silence with some sound waves, kicks, snares and vibration of vocal chords and loud bass  so i may turn the nothing into something special  give my devil something to talk about, while i go prepare the kettle get the chai brewing, get the conversation going  get the words flowing, maybe learn a thing or two about music until we get grooving  and then we get moving   spinning in revolutions  until one loses until one breaks down dancing with devil is an art  of artists who wake blinds so i break time and           Chorus  i try to get lost inside the night  maybe i could find another part of me where i hide  i know you are there, i hear you when i pray  telling me its pointless, so why don’t you come out to play  Bridge Verse 2 i’m not completely thoughtless  i just learned to hear my thoughts less  so now i got a lot less  to care about in terms of what art is and i keep going regardless of whether or not you like this topic i made peace with my demon and he showed me his face … awkward   Yeah it took me a lot of time to figure it out to sit this one out is a losing gamble so getting the keys to open him up   and figure him out is what i should handle  are you for real? it was always me?  what do you mean its for my advantage? the reason i be opening the scenes  to these parts of me is so i can manage  to empty my heart, refill my soul accept all my parts, as part of a whole i’m the means, i’m the ends   I’m the question, i’m the answer. Outro
3.
Verse 1 I wanted the end but forgot the means wanted the eyes but forget the me now it’s opening up, it’s clear life is a game and i got the cheats life is a maze? got a pathfinder will to create and build the land higher breaks on the self-hate and maintain the main aim and ditch the blame game and say I’m the cause and effect so we can pause and eject escape the claws of the myths fed by those with the most support and rich food for though; you supply, I demand we can all play the game of I’m the man so break the debate and give blinds a hand so we all gaze at faith with Pineal glands Chorus Break it like a thunderstorm x6 Verse 2 Second chapter is a bastard i’ma master hereafter’s what i’m after and i’m patient with this satan with all the gaming and the faking as permission the mission is love if you’re missing this link then you stop if you’re listening then listen enough don’t be giving it, just give it up Feel my energy in your bio-plasmic Biology and Psycho aspects neurons firing lyrical madness critically tiring negative active energies stuck in your subconscious enemies hiding in your nonsense You are not your ego You are not worthless Chorus Break it like a thunderstorm x6

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Released under Cannonball Records.

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released August 9, 2015

Special thanks to Pathological Pernicious Sparkles for painting the Artwork of the album.

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Mulham Dubai, UAE

Born in Syria, 20-year-old Molham makes his way through the local scene of Hip-Hop in the U.A.E gradually. Performing in various venues all around the U.A.E he was able to deliver different parts of him in every show to a different crowd.

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