Young Poet Toby Thompson’s Track ‘Moments’ with Lyrics

20 year old Spoken word artist and rap­per Toby Thompson is an emer­ging artist. Its with such a fear­less deliv­ery and lyr­ic­al pas­sion that makes his track ‘Moments’ one that resonates.

LYR­ICS:

Moments

These moments nev­er last
I was doz­ing in the grass last week
Now I’m frozen in the ras klaat street!
Wait, no, I’m toasty in a bath, ah sweet
And it was din­ner just then but now its half past three
These moments nev­er last
I’ll be dead before I know it
Laid before my closest
Forever more a memory
A present for the worms
I’m scared of being demoted to the underworld
Fuck­ing hell, I’m ter­ri­fied of going where the sun can­not get
And where forever ‘aint an abstract concept
I’m not ready for the back to black onset
And so I’m busy­ing myself
Through the days I’m writ­ing rhymes
At night I’m pil­la­ging my health
Ah, and you can see it in the dirty whites
Of my blurry eyes, that I’ve got the urge to fight
Yeah, but actu­ally, maybe I’d prefer to just light
Up a fat head and watch the world hurtle by
These emo­tions nev­er last
I’m so impossibly changeable
I’m hon­estly incap­able of mak­ing up my mind
And I driv­en? Am I lazy? Stuck? Or wait­ing for my time?
Am I smit­ten with the lady luck? Tak­ing her for mine?
I’ve just done my forth line
And this fuck­ing nuts I’m god!
But come the morn­ing time
I’ll be noth­ing but a knob
There’s this feel­ing called shame
And its tug­ging at some knots
In a stom­ach full of shots
I want to run until I’m lost
These moments nev­er last
And I just don’t know why
It seems child­ish to ask but I have to
So please, why, when my future is oh so bright
Am I just look­ing for a past to go back to?
Its almost as if everything nev­er happens
I’m search­ing for truths that aren’t there
I can’t bare the confusion
Won­der­ing, is it all just illusion?
Maybe I should try a little pray­er, dear lord
I beg of thee, would you maybe give to me
Like, just one day, one day of stability
Or an hour, half an hour, five fuck­ing minutes, please!
I am sick of feel­ing so frickin fidgety
Per­haps if I believed in all your wizardry
That’d sat­is­fy my need for more consistency
But unfor­tu­nately, I am not intrins­ic­ally dumb
And dumb­ness wasn’t forced on me
When I was clin­ic­ally young
So, I just tell myself that the mystery’s fun
That all the best minds are pro­lific­ally glum
And that ignor­ance, umm, that’s simplicity’s mum
And the charts hold the wastage that drips from it’s bum
Now I’m pissed off!…
Now I’m cheerful
Now I’m both of those combined
And I’m giv­ing you an earful
Now I’m sprint­ing at the hurdle
Now I’m sit­ting flat on my buttocks
But I’m grin­ning from here to Bristol
These moments come and go
But I wish they’d last forever, don’t you?
Wheth­er neck­ing a home brew, or touch­ing your true love
Lets all stay here now, where noth­ing is too much
And everything’s perfect
I want for you to be me and for me to be the heart
That’s beat­ing in her chest, who­ever she may be
Today I let a skel­et­on save me
That is to say acknowledging
The rel­ev­ance of skel­et­ons made me
Or at least enabled me
To see things a little less hazily
Still I won­der what will adult­hood make of me
Am I destined for great­ness? Its blatantly doable
But then I catch myself get­ting laid in a cubicle
And she ‘aint even beautiful
Now I’m hav­ing flashbacks
Every time I find myself facing a urinal
This just wont do now will it
Some moments feel like they’re nev­er going to pass
But the truth is that they nev­er last
Shed your scars, neck a glass of rum
And here’s to a bet­ter past to come
Here’s to a bet­ter past to come
Who mum? You hun, do it like you do son
Today was a tri­umph, now, on to a new one
You will make a few dumb moves
Trust me that’s an hon­est truth
But everything will be alright
My love and that I prom­ise you
It might seem like a lot to do
But, if you divide it into moments
Then its really just a job or two
It’s really just a job or two
Really, all you’ve got to do
Is make the best of solitude
And make your guests some prop­er food
And in this way I’ll live
I’ll muddle through the day to day
Maybe find a way to give some
Col­our to these shades of grey
I’m on top of the world
And the fuck­ing views amaz­ing mate
Lets live for all of them
That have to struggle through and fade away
‘Cause I was doz­ing in the grass
I was frozen but it passed
I was toasty in the Bath
Now I’m focussed on the moment
And I’m hop­ing it’ll last, but it wont
Which is hard to except, but you grow
And you throw down the cards in your deck
I’ve a heart and a head
I’ve a past that till death I will guard and protect
When the answers you get are the last you’d expect
Well just take them on board and keep march­ing ahead
Look, from calm to berserk
From boozy embracing
To cop­ing with morning’s attack
From start­ing desert
To indu­cing a payment
From smoking to call­ing a cab
From the last to the first
Of these truths I have faith in
I know this one surely is fact
When the past has occurred
And the future is waiting
These moments,
These moment are all that we have.

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