SkyNetKrypto

make alternative pop-rock and rap that sounds like it was dictated at 2 a.m. and then given drums. The lyrics are chopped, spoken, first-person. No polish for polish’s sake. Two voices chewing through the skull. Mercy on one shoulder, colder on the other. A scarecrow that doesn’t chase you because the quiet already knows your name. A Superman with no phone booth and a cape made of bills. A man who hides the shake so his son doesn’t learn to break. Early work like Stevies mind... is the origin: beaten down, confined, demons tearing at whatever good tried to stay — then using the pain as ammunition instead of a grave. Later tracks stay in that weather and change the costume. shoulder talk is the argument inside the skull. must be like, superman... is the silent grind they call manhood. 1a scarecrow and 4d Jack and Sally are the gothic-country nights where you love the hollow and refuse the dawn. nature’s calling is the other fire: axe and bow, longship and tipi, thunderbird and raven, one blood, no outgrowing the roots. I don’t write anthems for a crowd I invented. I write what I already lived and then I let the hook do the standing.