Young and Restless

A couple months ago I listened to this song on the train while a group of friends and I were taking a weekend trip into the desert. The song had a pretty instant effect on me and I really wanted to put some verses on top of it. For some reason the phrase "young and restless" was on repeat in my mind that weekend so when I got back to Alex I made some lines and a small one minute version of the song. Last night, after letting the idea stew for a while, I returned to it and added some more lyrics and extended the song for another couple of minutes. I like how it turned out. Holy Other is a boss.

Young and restless, still aint been tested

But I’m invested in this obsession with the mess I’m in

There’s something bleedin out the hole in my chest and

Still trying to find the occupation that I’m best in

Give it a rest man, what am I tryin for

I think its cause my name means I’m always at the door

 That’s opportunity knockin and I throw that bitch onto the floor

And when he gets up spit in his face and then ask for more

Cause I’m never fuckin satisfied

even something beautiful is monotone inside my eyes

sepia colored landscape of the desert made me wanna cry

but the blue haze of the ocean has never looked so fuckin dry

I look to the sky… I know there’s nothing there

I feel small like the grains of sand in my hair

And I can’t get em out, these thought’s of death

But I’ll cut my scalp and pick em out till there’s nothing’s left   

Uh

Now there ain’t nothing left, but Angry T

Oh young and restless me is more than just jazaa’iri

It’s everything that I can be, it’s everything that you can see

I’m young and free, I’m right in front of you

You make your judgments and I’ll see em through that’s what I’ll do

Cause every day it’s something new like comin up right out the blue

Now get in closer until you can feel the body heat

And my flame stay with you for like four or five fuckin weeks

Now can I get a spot of empathy? 

Lil bit of emotion from the people that are feelin me 

Be fuckin real with me, these insecurities

ain’t even 23 and I aint got no purity

you’re never sure of me, that’s all I need to worry me

and all the medicine in the world couldn’t cure me

your scent keeps lurin me and I keep coming back for more

cause maybe at my core I’m just a young and restless whore 

if we’re keeping score I probably already lost the game

and if we ain’t then nobody wins and that’s a fuckin shame

I destroy my name and show the world I can’t be tamed

I’m not the same as them I seek a different kind of fame

A new celebrity, no longevity

Incredibly and steadily letting go of brevity

That shit is dead to me, it’s in my memory

Everything looks red to me, with shades of emery

-Tarek