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The second project from TMM - "Big Words"

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released 10 January 2013

Production from : G.I. / Moschops / The 13the Tribe

'Sugar-Lump' and 'Epi-Phoney' have been removed from the album as they are in the process of being reproduced.

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Temper-Mental MissElayneous Dublin, Ireland

Rapping, rhyming, bodhran-beating, lilt-lulling performing artist Temper-Mental MissElayneous knows no boundaries.

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Track Name: There's Only 1 You
There's Only One You
(07th / 11th / 2010)

By Elayne Harrington

" Temper-Mental MissElayneous " ( T.M.M. )


Verse 1

This romantic, mind expansive beat evokes a time I was alive, replicate my hearts rhythm, simulate it's drive.
Dancing with the Devil for my soul to thrive, overcoming difficulties in life to survive.
Hindsight's a gift, but the present I do endure. My mind might drift, but my heart stays pure.
The heart grows fonder as time dissipates.
Back then, all that was capable was anticipating hate.
Cut me a break, a mantra unfamiliar to me, despite doubt, dish out a deal which sliced right through the unconventional, conniving, caustic, conjured convictions.
If only rhyming had took precedence above other addictions, I'd savour this moment, instead of grieving the last, lost.
Might favour fast enthronement versus povertys' vast cost.
Came to believe troublesome worrisome trouble and worry, would galvanize me to seek help in a slow hurry.

-Chrous-

Open it up, let it loose, what's trapped and hidden.
The heartbeat of our city is an unrelenting rhythm,
that's how, through hardship, we all combine.
By rhythmic speech, identify our shared decline.

Open it up, let it loose, what's trapped and hidden.
The heartbeat of our city is an unrelenting rhythm,
that's how, through hardship, we all combine.
By rhythmic speech, identify our shared decline.


Verse 2

Sold out in a way, chose to knit rather than fray, crass clean-cut edge, not rough or rugged instead.
We gamble with life and death, receive a raw uncut deal, we scramble through strife and yet, deceived, we feign what we feel.
Forgery and falseness of who we truly are. What societal stigmatic deception does brutally marr. Bought, and hypnotised so that blindly we view, a sort of solace and reverence, not in the things that we do, but residing in the things we own and all that we've adapted to.
Via civil obedience and distractions we're attracted to.
Not one of us is broken, but told we need repair, feeling like we're defected is the biggest burden we bear. The solution is to share the load and hit hard as one.Segregation and differences disintegrate to none.


-Chorus-

Open it, open it, open it, open it, open it, open it up, what's trapped and hidden . . .