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Demeters' Revenge

by Wee D

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1.
Ok settle down Kids, you want a story? Fuck Yeah Ariana Watch your mouth, I’m sorry Let’s see ummmm…let’s go Demeter Whos’s that? Well let me settle down and teach ya Once upon in ancient Greece was a god Called Demeter with a daughter called Persephone she lost You mean she lost a daughter? Like Kate McCann? Yeah baby just like Kate, Listen to your dad That one day Demeter sent her daughter out to fetch a Couple flowers from the plains of Enna, and terror Erupted out her soul when Hades came from hell to tell her I want to make Persephone my wife now go and get her And quicker than a second he had opened up the ground Swallowed up wee poor Persephone and took her to the town Of the dead and not a sound did Demeter hear around When she went to fetch her daughter she was nowhere to be found Dad is this a tragedy? Well yeah….I mean no….not exactly But Demeter got sad when she couldn’t find her daughter Then her heart broke to pieces, tears flowing out like water She was screaming to the wind, every day she spent in squalor And she travelled round the land getting in and out of bother Till exhausted she collapsed with her body out of order But she never knew that zeus the most almighty god had saw her And what did he say? He told Demeter Hades took your daughter to the underworlds, eager To escape in hell she teeters, Hades wants her as a leader Now she’s gone and never coming back, best for you to leave her But she couldn’t, and then she went in a huff She was the god of agriculture, Farms and stuff She was making flowers grow and could speak to the trees She had to grow all the vegetables so people could eat But when she heard Persephone was now imprisoned she cried and sent snow, gale and ice from the heavenly skies And promised torture on the humans till they couldn’t survive Freezing all the vegetation till it withered and died And that’s why we have winter? According to greeks Bitter winds, Bitter hearts, cold as Hades deceit But Zeus saw the greeks dying from starvation eased His son Hercules to rescue wee Persephone Neat! So….did he get her?....Well Kinda He looked around….couldnt find her And then he did, he battled and won And Hades had to give Persephone right back to her mum But cunning plans soon developed and she swallowed his seeds Swallowed…Fuck, I mean literally she swallowed some seeds And that would mean she stayed connected to his horrible deeds For four months of the year she could not be released And see, that time when Demeter is alone Her heart freezes over, ice crusting over bones And she punishes the earth for losing everything she owned Till Persephone returns and the winter is no more Cause when she’s with her daughter, the flowers had grew Food comes for the people and skies return blue Warm weather then accrues when she’s happy and soothed Then she would gladly use her powers to make life better too But! Every year, when she’s not up here Demeter curses humans with a winter and it’s fierce Cold as she can make it as a symbol of her fears She would even hurt herself such the anger that she veers The end, but there’s a lesson in this brown book About what? I guess everything about you Life is full of grief, hurt, pain and even doubts too The way that you react touches everything around you Your life’s nothing but mind state besides So a negative mind equals negative life Even when Demter knew her pain was only for time She allowed herself to live inside a hell she designed So lesson is, try to be bigger Don’t fret the issues that you have, be slicker And never punish yourself because you feel darker Know that nothing matters in time and only time matters So embrace it, Goodnight baby
2.
Out Ma Face 02:47
Don’t play me for man rooted back in the sand or should he stand Back, suited and calm, look I’m a man bullied Of crass beauty in black hoodies and stark duties Smash glass pussies like Hank Moody with band groupies You can’t move me, This movie that I perfected Has got me addressing cuts like a scrupulous new director I’m not to be shaken, better get better or I’ma end em And tell em against their will that their out no referendum I keep sending em all orders to call doctors, Knock all rosters from office before I got on it I’m not novice, I’m hot topic, A Ball dropper Smash tall vodkas like Paul Walker does all corners Mate I make your brain depart ye Out yer head like half your fucking frame was made of paper mache These rappers couldn’t fucking beat me in a gamer derby Shoot like Jamie Vardy on a litre batch of straight Bacardi A man hated for his villainous traits, And militant ways, no patience mate I’m cutting the breaks You try and catch up, take a couple of days I’m saying back up and get the fuck out my face (Get the fuck out my face) I’ve got nothing to say They wanna man up, like they got what it takes But never stand up, and I got nothing but hate I’m telling Rappers back up and get the fuck out my face And If I gotta die, fuck it make a promise son My coffin and my stone will still depict me as an awful cunt that resurrected from the dead, a zombie golem one That threw a donkey punch at the Mormon mum of Donald Trump You’re not a rapper or writer of any kind I’m inclined to contort your spine in booth when I kick a rhyme Lets put it all into line so fuckers aint left behind You’re as bad at writing raps as me when I’m writing grime Fuck, Just try and get me affy it cause I’m half retarded with a heart plate that badly contorts I woulda hung you from the ceiling in my flat but forgot I kept the space above my bed for the Damocles sword ugh So keep giving it the amateur stunts Up On the camera, my calibers a class above cunts Keep your burd upon the end of my tongue That’s innuendo meant to say she’s hanging onto my words ah haa A man hated for his villainous traits, And militant ways, no patience mate I’m cutting the breaks You try and catch up, take a couple of days I’m saying back up and get the fuck out my face (Get the fuck out my face) I’ve got nothing to say They wanna man up, like they got what it takes But never stand up, and I got nothing but hate I’m telling Rappers back up and get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face.
3.
The Devils 02:36
It’s 20 past midnight, I’m in flight, dressed in pinstripes With life weighing on my insides Only live to drink wine, snort lines, get fined Swallow down my pride but always store it in my windpipe I live for one but missing her is like a mission once You hear the vindication, feel her rage and see your skin in burns Speaking to my demons in a sequence of sadistic tongues Bleeding liquid nitrogen, I’m freezing out the winter sun I’m broke open, with no hope and I'm growing so potent slow with every minute on this globe, choking On my old poems, showing off, Like mate I’m no boring Fucking drama queen you better bury me in slow motion Literally, these rappers aint got a strip on me I lyrically dissimulate symphonies and our synergies Critically cripple spitters, disintegrating you skilfully I married into evil, these fuckers call me Persephone See you don’t know me, one little bit So don’t be, A friend or foe, ignore me And don’t be trying to tell me you fuckers help me when all you do is resent me so don’t be saying you know me, I don’t owe you, you owe me Until the day I OD I’ll be saying it’s plenty, I’m done with embdy, the devils are tryna tempt me I’m crowd surfing, around virgins With my mouth hurting from the shit I swallowed from this cow, pushing Out any drama, they say I sound like I’m down hurting Raps like I sound like your house burning, the loud version The towns urchin, I’m still dying in The ground, cut prying out my coffin but I’m tiring My mindstate’s dialled with violence and I’m hiring Calling me demeter, I’m cursing my own environment Negativity is not specifically got a grip on me Itching me, maybe it’s me that put it intae me Validated my inner hate, grown in infamy Cultivated by my bitterness until it’s killing me A living curse, an incubus with 7 stitches up The middle, cut and riddled, division of the most hideous Insidious confliction, a minute within this prison has Driven me to perdition, and robbing me of my innocence See you don’t know me, one little bit So don’t be, A friend or foe, ignore me And don’t be trying to tell me you fuckers help me when all you do is resent me so don’t be saying you know me, I don’t owe you, you owe me Until the day I OD I’ll be saying it’s plenty, I’m done with embdy, the devils are tryna tempt me
4.
They say the people that we hate become engraved in the heart So lest assure I never hated you or cared from the start I played my part in breaking backs, but stating facts, I remark That even candle light is welcome when you’re placed in the dark It’s hard cause some birds, not meant to be caged Some feathers are too bright and others songs are too great Some need the freedom more than any need to be tamed And yet we’re keeping them imprisoned for our personal gains Ugh, I wandered desolate lands, abandoned property I cracked the frozen lakes of a Corycian odyssey I tackled the Olympus, while the gods above were taunting me Torching me, Looking for the final part that’s lost in me I’m not religious cause It’s vivid that the systems glitches In conflicted issues this moral fabric and stitching itches And so I’m switching, getting hitched towards my own ambitions Ridden spirits, gone with the deities, it’s a soul omission I might bleed through my struggles but behind me Is nothing but a memory, scars that’s don’t define me Don’t remind me, I’m way beyond your sight see I’m just another bottle in the ocean come and find me Ugh, Just a bottle in the ocean Asking you for help, cause the offers never open If I’m really that bad, then just I’m reaping what I’m sewing If I’m writing you my heart then I’m bottling emotion But I’m alive, in the waters and I’m striving Fighting through the furious waves of the Posiedon I might die in my journey, so know that I’m in Forgiving you for lying, the cheating, stealing, conniving The silence, the violence, apathy that you instigate Incubated premise of bitterness on your grimaced face The vivid hate, sour grapes, fifty million ways That you made it easy to live without my Persephone And then I got her back and realised that it wasn’t you And I’ve been turning summer to winters when I’ve been getting moods Lighting up a torch in a wind and I rue, getting through Hardships I created, So fuck it I need an interlude Keep. Me. All in the dirt Man I’m just looking a better me, and all that I was Before I got myself in shit, Now I’m coughing it up Man I’m just writing down the words before I bottle em up (Chorus) I spoke to Dolos, Apate, Aphrodite and Rhia Swore an oath to Helios, prayed for light from Atheia I spoke to Chaos and Eros, Sought Hyperians hordes I told Kronos god of time that I was needed some more I called on Kratos for my strength, Thanatos to be spared I followed elpis through her journey, any hope she could bare I told Atropos not to cut the thread, I’m nearly at home But never did I think of fighting down in Hades alone But fuck it, I’m steady up, getting rushed through the crevices Fighting Cerberus on the River Styx precipice The precedence of presently venturing to the end of us Enough to the send the strength of a centaur through my edifice I pull away its like Adrenaline is venomous, Grab the bident then I slip and push it through his neck a bit Severing his capitis, anger producing readiness And winter freezes over my heart again, I’m ending it (Chorus)
5.
This world will take your fucking heart out your chest, proceed to stamp on it Take your innocence, possess a kid with heinous narratives Corrupt your candid soul with cancerous content and capture it And grow a trusting child to a man of cosmic arrogance It’s lifes lessons, the nice person is twice guessing Knifes slicing tights, tendons punctured on sight, set in The night guess I might die, or grimace cause am Weaving hearts upon my sleeve while your twisting my arm I can’t do it, Stress man is airing me out Cause job hunters being punished fore they’re warily drowned And more people having debt than a savings account I’m taking money out my fridge so I can pay for my house! I didn’t ask for this life but I got handed it Slandered it, got dismantled, remastered to be a part of it Broken down with the challenges, abhorrent from the angst of it Manic, having panic attacks and I can’t be arsed with it I’ve been waiting my life for this moment, grow up Forgive me lord, I’m broken but I’ve been sewn up I need your hand through the tougher times, when the cold comes It never lasts forever this winter is only 4 long months Blast the trigger to my skull while many laugh and snigger Passion ridden, dark and hidden, masked by any track I’ve written Maybe I’d be acting bigger, If I had half the liquor Tryna be a father figure, paying out the father figures They say that I’m a wisher, dreamer with imagination Living in the clouds with half my sanity like an evasive Cryptic fucking maths equation, algebraic haven Cause I carry exes through the maze until my heart is breaking Fuck the empathy, the target is spotted My life despotic, catatonic, I get nauseous and vomit When I deposit any topics to this character talking And now the only thing more empty than my heart is my pockets I’m fucking warped by my own lyrical eagerness My life is like a beach but I got cancer from the heat of it I used to love life till I ended deep in it My life is like a movie who’d you want to fucking see in it? Chorus And ever since the plains of Enna scattered and were truly broke And swallowed any memory of someone that I used to know I’ve been in the studio, grieving her wake But all I ever find of hers a piece of me that I hate So fuck it, The truth is raw, pulling chords while my youth retorts You’ve polluted all, I cool it off but you can’t fully thaw So I’m using swords on a looted corpse, shooting off Give me 7 seconds not 7 stages of Kubler-Ross Who’da thought? I’d fall in the battle, mighty Is he who confides in god but I’m punished when I’m beside ye Tortured, I suffer tightly, my feelings are churned inside me Emotions by Aphrodite, manipulated so finely Ugh, Now I’ve nothing but a pen and raps Room of written scraps from a soul that was festered black I guess I lost a part of me when I was getting that Calling me Demeter I’m going through hell to get it back Chorus
6.
Dear father, It’s good to be back It’s been exactly 5 years since confession was had And I’ve been living life emptily, depression is mad My faith has kinda took a beating and been left in the dark I mean, Well not faith as such, I’m still there I think Just my oath to Christianity is wearing thin Last week I was speaking to someone about my prayers and shit He told that I’m more of a universal utarian Unitarian I mean, and it’s silencing To read through bible defiantely, I’m no buying That bullshit compliance with rules that don’t society The irony of rising to sacrificing your life away Nah, I don’t know where to begin Why is hell is Jesus really went and died for our sins And why do you oppose love between a man and a man If you get quoted saying love of any kind is no harm? Why tell me to be gentle and humble but then you cunningly Connect me to the people who’re trying to bring the worst in me It’s hurting me, and I’m telling you now I don’t believe in hell, the devil, or the evils you shout Man If you’re really the all powerful that’s hearing me out You wouldn’t wait until my death you could just punish me now Nah, I believe that everyone gets a second chance Rehabilitation, not firey pits and severed hands Man I don’t even know what the fuck is wrong with me I’m talking to the ceiling while it’s pushing down on top of me Waiting for an answer, a signal but in all honesty I’m not expecting anything other than what you’ve got for me And yet it bothers me, people are stuck in poverty Cancer ridden children in wards or in the mortuary Banking on the help of a holy ghost, and they probably take final breath with dreams beyond this monotony why won’t you talk to me? Walk me through this odyssey tell me that there’s something at the end of this and moderate my pain, my tribulations and trials instead you complicate me faster by implanting a mind that just fucking operates to challenge you and your existence, incorporated with the flaws on common day, bitterness and thoughts of hate Call my name, say we’re not forgotten mate At least the greeks had the nerve to call this shit mythology
7.
You know what worries me? Sometimes you see the other me The ugly me, the flawed and empty one of me, then suddenly It’s hurting me and I conduct a moral surgery To fluctuate the cuts and other scrapes that always congregate On my skin, I know It’s selfish I want you dissullioned always thinking that I’m perfect And pensive, my sentiments sensitive while I’m reckless And never spare a second for you to deter or sense it So hell mend this, I’ve been through hell extensive Defences to try and disfigure my apprehension Attention I preserve for you’s never been on bench and I couldn’t think of anyone really that’s more deserving You’re beautiful, never doubt it, Shout it, Tell everyone about it, run in peoples houses Tell them every ounce of your soul is alive and boundless And if they don’t believe you just tell me to come and vouch it See, I’ve been configured to deal with this misery Torture and rain, the winds cut through me instantly Everything changes when she is not next to me To my Demeter this girl is Persephone I’ve been disfigured and triggered, won’t get at me Captured a winter and lived in it bitterly Everything changes when she is not next to me To my Demeter this girl is Persephone When you’re gone it feels like 4 months, Might I reject The sun in favour of the night, cold tightens my neck No sight of the end, When times slows, fight it I guess Theres not a feeling quite as empty as her side of the bed Yet, I know that life is crazy, and lately I’ve let the words chime And showing you the hurt, lines I drew are now defunct, like I’ll take away this winter if you stay and let me love blind And let me keep the sunshine, sometime but It can’t be easy, you’ve imprisoned yourself And grew accustomed to perdition and consistently dwelled On inconsistencies and critically conflicted yourself It sounds like up until you met me you’d been living in hell I was there too, never doubting it I’ve walked the fiery paths and I’ve even drowned in the River and every hour of death, but I’ll never count on it So take my hand and trust me I’m trying to help you out of it See, I’ve been configured to deal with this misery Torture and rain, the winds cut through me instantly Everything changes when she is not next to me To my Demeter this girl is Persephone I’ve been disfigured and triggered, won’t get at me Captured a winter and lived in it bitterly Everything changes when she is not next to me To my Demeter this girl is Persephone I’ve let emotions come down on me till my back breaks I’ve thrown blankets of virulence on the landscape I’ve formed winds and I’ve punished the ones that backed me Eradicated everything, you still stood by me You were my wall and my structure that could deliver me Heavens when all I’m given is snippets of sullen infamy Misery burns so vividly, blistering skin, I tick away Minutes until freed from this prison and with Persephone It’s funny now, I see that everything I begin Is formed from a jealousy or bitterness within And bottle till it bursts from the very pores of my drying skin And bleeds until the liquid starts to alter my environment Before her, I told you that I’m not holding back I wrote this knowing that I’m all or nothing, so go and crack A smile when you leave, and if you see me start to crumble that’s Because it’s winter when you’re gone and so I wait you coming back

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This promotional mixtape has been inspired by the story of Demeter.

Demeter, Greek Goddess of Agriculture can teach many lessons, losing her daughter to the underworld and punishing herself and humans with fierce, bitter winds and icey winters until her daughter was returned.

It's a story of how our negative perceptions and bitter memories of the past influence our current environment.

The project aims to re-tell the story through modern day struggles, ones which are personal to me.

I hope you like it.

-Wee D

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released August 28, 2016

Written by Wee D.

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Becca Starr.

Vocals contributed by Becca Starr on '4 Months'.

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