CB6 Sessions, by Frank Fiott x LXE

CB6 Sessions

by Frank Fiott x LXE

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1.	Qrendi (Headless) 03:15	lyrics
You’re beautiful, but you’re headless Like the statues from my childhood On display, in a museum For the whole world to see You’re beautiful, but you’re headless Like the statues from my childhood On display, in a museum For the whole world to see For the whole world to see we’re all made up of ones and zeroes Categorised as villains or heroes A thick line drawn down the centre A sinner, or repenter Guilty; or not so much A tough jury, or a soft touch Divided along binary lines Getting away with it or getting fined Grab a mug and pick your poison Tea or coffee; whatever is chosen Double or nothing, spin the wheel Gamble it all, make the deal You’re beautiful, but you’re headless Like the statues from my childhood On display, in a museum For the whole world to see You’re beautiful, but you’re headless Like the statues from my childhood On display, in a museum For the whole world to see The exception that proves the rule Government informer formerly a mule Number nine, starting striker Substituted after only forty-five Day-time food delivery biker Night-time driver, modern day Godiva Jumping lights, starting fights And returning home to be an amazing father The pet cat sits alongside the dog Watching the fireplace burning logs Travis Bickle studies himself in the mirror The world continues to turn You’re beautiful, but you’re headless Like the statues from my childhood On display, in a museum For the whole world to see You’re beautiful, but you’re headless Like the statues from my childhood On display, in a museum For the whole world to see
2.	Paceville (Late Nights) 01:40	lyrics
Late nights, but too early mornings I’m always surrounded by people but I’m always alone I feel like I haven’t been out in weeks Yet I can’t remember what it is to sleep I should be doing something but I’m not My brain is shot, I don’t feel too hot I find myself yabbing on with no control A head like a cabbage with a brain full of mould I can’t stop the rush, words escape my tongue Expectations crushed, I don’t know what they are To me they’re so far I’m a ghost of myself Having a dance with Christmas Past, we’re having a blast A shotgun shell, a bird is felled I come crashing back to Earth But I can’t tell if mind will meld With four hours of sleep and a large bitter coffee No decaf, I’ll never understand While I chug on one, too What’s a boy to do? I use the term loosely, but ‘man’ never quite fits me Like I should accomplish more And know what’s in store But do we ever know? Or do we turn to ghosts and piles of ashes Strawberry gashes and false starts Broken hearts, false adults Late nights, but too early mornings Stop me I’m coming home I’m coming home
3.	Luqa (Continental Drift) 02:26	lyrics
I never quite felt at home I never quite felt so alone I never know what to do with these feelings that are my own I never quite felt at home I never quite felt so alone I never know what to do with these feelings that are my own Waking up in a country that never quite feels like home Macauley Culkin is home alone, I know how it goes When other guys feel the need to roam Feelings of abandonment fill my head The dread of falling shy of the line I needed just a little more time to shine To feel fine in my own skin In my own head, to try to win We’ll see, I guess it’s too much stress Keep blessed, it’s breaking me So I wash down these prescriptions pills with dusty tap water Bear with me and I’ll try again I never quite felt at home I never quite felt so alone I never know what to do with these feelings that are my own I never quite felt at home I never quite felt so alone I never know what to do with these feelings that are my own Working out where I come from has been an arduous trip I tripped and fell, I’ve come under your spell You help me out, help me be me, whatever that means A lifelong journey Self-awareness is a struggle when I have no identity Do you see what I see? I’m the Man in the Mirror from ‘Bad’ Nineteen eighty seven, that’s me Listening to MJ tapes through broken headphones At three, but on my own Trying to dance in my parents’ living room Is it too soon or shall I try again? I never quite felt at home I never quite felt so alone I never know what to do with these feelings that are my own I never quite felt at home I never quite felt so alone I never know what to do with these feelings that are my own I never quite felt at home I never quite felt so alone I never know what to do with these feelings that are my own I never quite felt at home I never quite felt so alone I never know what to do with these feelings that are my own

about

Originally written and recorded in 2018; these three tracks were the start - and, likely, the entirety - of Ian (aka Frank Fiott aka MC iPod) and Alex (aka LXE)'s post False Adults project.

The lyrics are reflective of Ian's Maltese heritage, and the stage name is an homage to his grandparents Frank Perry (the English side of the family) and John Fiott (the Maltese side).

All recorded, mixed, and generally put together by Alex in Little Downham, CB6.

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www.frankfiott.mt
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