Watsky x Infinity

It's no secret that my favourite artiste of all time is Watsky. I've blogged about him before, and quoted his lyrics numerous times on all my social media platforms. I've even tried to perform one of his spoken word pieces for a poetry assignment in school... although the plan fell through when I realised it was way too challenging to articulate the way he does.

Somehow, I find myself falling in love with every single one of his songs. Some are better than others, but there isn't any one that doesn't bring me joy. His lyrics are always so raw and relatable, although my admiration for him goes beyond his musical work. His personality is an art form in itself and I'm always in awe at how he balances humility and confidence. Having passion for what you do is always sexy too, of course.

That said, I don't support all of his projects. While his new book, "How To Ruin Everything" was pretty well-received by others, I didn't enjoy reading it at all. Sure, he revealed a lot of himself in the book and divulged information about his less-than-perfect life, which made him seem a lot more human, these anecdotes weren't things I didn't already know about him. Most of them were events he's already mentioned before in his songs or poetry. Plus, I don't think prose does justice to his writing ability because one of the characteristics I love most about his poem and lyric writing is his very conscious and witty choice of words.

With all that said, I was pleasantly surprised that Kinokuniya actually stocked his book in its physical store (!!!). Maybe the Watsky fan base in Singapore is growing, and that makes me so happy because one day it'll be big enough for it to be financially viable to hold a concert here. I'll be the first in line, for sure.

Two days ago, he released his brand new album and needless to say, I've been listening to it on loop. It's been a while since he's released anything new and while I haven't had time to properly read and digest the lyrics to all the songs, one of my favourites so far is track number two. It truly speaks to me, especially at this point in my life. If anyone's actually reading this, please at least give Watsky's music one shot--I haven't embedded anything on my blog for a very long time but his album release definitely warrants it.

Talking to Myself

One day you opened up your eyes inside of you

Inside a world inside a universe you didn't get to choose

You didn't get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the pace

Or cast the cast and crew you didn't get to pick your starting place

And though it was a race you didn't understand

You simply lined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran

And when you tripped and dropped you pocked yourself up off the ground
And picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you began

As you got older there were days of cold surrender

Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor

But as time advanced the lovely days were covered up from view

By an advancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew

Yet there were moments

There were these pure arresting moments when you stepped outside your head

Outside your pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage

Outside the need to get it, get it, you will never get it, that's okay.

Have you felt a little off today

Had a lot to say

But wound up talking to yourself?

I've been hunting for a kindly ear

But couldn't find one near

And wound up talking to myself

Had a little spot - where you been going through a lot

Wanna shove it to the bottom - but a trouble gonna bubble to the top

Then the bubble gonna pop - and the hustle never ever gonna stop

Cause you get up in the morning get ahead, get to bed and then you do it all again until the moment that you drop

You need a plot - what you wanna witness with this life you got

You kicked and fought tryna get up in your skin and pick this lock

That ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these situations with you

Issues someone fit to quick should sit you down to talk

Ever wonder who's the crazy the one - people walking to work as if nothing is off

But if a person really got it they would be cracking a bottle on somebody's head and looting from shops

Are there times you're alone now when nobody's home but you walk around

muttering under your breath second guessing shit saying goddammit

goddammit goddammit just whispering soft

Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of seeing this through?

When you tie your stomach into knots that you don't know hot to undo

But do you ever have another moment after that, when you can see

There's no one way this has to be?

Or maybe that's just me.