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Tiny Violins

from Clinical by Clinical

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Three people in a struggle with themselves, united by their isolation. . .

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[Verse 1]
8am, another day in bed, while we all get ready for work
He works on another reason to stay in bed
10 'o clock and 11 both pass by
You'd never know he's been awake since past 5

Quick sand in his blanket, webs in his head
He's like a mummy, why isn't his tummy fed
He's hungry, but hungry's not enough to get him running
Red eyes from the rubbing, meds dry up his tongue and

Bed wetting is a side effect, if there was anyway outta this
Wretched lethargy he'd get up, pack, and fly direct
But all he knows is what he knows, sweaty toes, smelly clothes
Damp socks, he's toxic anywhere he goes

His friends left in the dust by his apathy
His bikes now covered in rust, and barely has a seat
And helpin mom out with the rent's outta the question
He cannot hold a job while he's held by his depression

So he just stays there, glazed by the sun rays,
Another year down, another one to waste
Wanna break the shackles, doesn't know where to go
Paralyzed by the fear of the unknown

[Chorus]
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins

So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins

[Verse 2]
Ballet for Shima, that used to be her passion
Well that and fashion, first to go to college,
Study both was her hope and that hope was everlasting
Until her friends introduced the concept of fasting

Now she's calorie counting and every plate her mother
Places in front of her looks like that of a mountain
But, no one's suspecting her, she's naturally thick
She's got a little way to go until she looks really sick, but

Fast forward a year later, she's on the radar
Her mother's technique now is just to yell at her
She's tellin her she's too heavy, that those White friends are too petty Now she wants to quit ballet, she's too heavy

In her mind's eye, blinded by something,
She doesn't even know, an elusive beauty goal
With a solid foundation of feelin no control
Quest to regain it lands her in the hospital

With tubes pumpin the liquid nutrition into her
Her dreams slip away from now, will they remember her?
Before it's too late, all day she ruminates
She's got the wrong body type, she wants a body like

A ballerina. . . One of those skinny ballerinas, she used to dance with

[Chorus]
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins

So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins

[Verse 3]

He's locked in a box in his heart
Conditioned by his environment just to rot
In his cell, he fucked up in life, fucked up with his wife
Got fucked up on white with a cop one night

Oops, like father, like son the way his life runs
Parallel to a weak vein, every weak rain
Cocaine made him sane, gave him great fame
Everybody knew Dane until the case came

Then they all disappeared, no he's friend impaired
Ratted a dealer out, his sentence now is just a year
Shitty state drug rehab, imagine
In and out, easy relapse, and now he's back in

Jail bars close, you bet the guard knows
Dane's one of a million, his brain's a chameleon
Changin permanently with the magic dust that he needs
That keeps him in the unjust system, in the weeds

Labeled a criminal, really a victim
Remembers when he got his dad coffee and he kicked him
Cause it was too cold, now they're too old to make amends
That's how his story ends

[Chorus]
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins

So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins

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from Clinical, released March 6, 2014

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Clinical Boston, Massachusetts

Clinical is a Boston based rapper/producer born and raised in Rhode Island. Coming from independent, underground hip hop and garage band jams, Clinical joins different musical influences, creating beats that incorporate live instruments with virulent samples. Clinical raps in relentless conversation style, hitting everything from corporate and government control to family love and tribulations. ... more

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