Cassette tape with fold-out tracklist map. Comes with a portable cassette player so you can listen to the album as it was intended, on a walk. Numbered edition of 20.
Includes unlimited streaming of Walking Tours
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Cassette + Digital Album
Cassette tape of Walking Tours featuring the regular album on side A and the instrumental version on side B.
Instrumentals are exclusive to this tape!
Limited, numbered edition of 20.
Includes unlimited streaming of Walking Tours
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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edition of 20
Purchasable with gift card
$10USDor more
lyrics
SIck being cooped up, went for a stroll.
I was walking underneath a utility pole
when a cloud cracked open & yelled,
out the bruise-colored blue, rain exploded, slipped & I fell.
I saw a flash crash to the power line above me,
smoke, split apart, whipped down & it stung me.
Don't know how long I was out, but when I woke
the utility pole spoke.
& it said:
I remember back when I was a tree,
they were looking for the strongest, the truest & so they chose me
& they picked me, clipped me, stripped me, dipped me
in a chemical bath so termites couldn't have bit me,
put me on a truck to another spot,
where the post-hole digger gave me a vertical plot.
& I know how a Christmas tree feels,
cuz they gave me a wire crown & pretended I was real.
Festooned me with a slew of human doodads,
ran power through me, light bulbs with blue glass,
hung hope & tradition all on my top,
but the Christmas tree gets attention I do not.
My one job is to silently serve,
& if I'm doing it right, I'm unseen & unheard.
You people think you're an observant species,
but it took you facing death to perceive me.
We carry what you need,
but you don't see.
We hide in plain view,
we're all around you.
We march alone & in pairs
around the city square.
I swear, we're right there,
maybe if you'd glance up now & then.
Back when I was pine, it was fine, now I'm somebody's spine.
I never asked to be part of your design.
If I'm lucky, a vine will feel inclined to climb me
& give me back foliage of which I was deprived.
Now I just lift your arteries up high,
even the vestiges of those you left behind.
Call them landlines, but many live in the sky,
carried on our shoulders 40 yards at a time.
That tech was major until you dropped it.
Vacant cables, now we use them to gossip,
talk shit about your little human concerns,
while our cousins on the west coast burn.
I watch over my sisters, the trees in the park,
lucky ones that got to keep their leaves & their bark.
Now & then I get to host a bird's nest,
but they usually don't stay long; the current makes them nervous.
We carry what you need,
but you don't see.
We hide in plain view,
we're all around you.
We march alone & in pairs
around the city square.
I swear, we're right there,
maybe if you'd glance up now & then.
& I ain't even mad that you plucked me from the grove,
cuz it's little saplings that my growth would've choked.
But why is this what you chose?
I could've been the pages of a book & educated myself when I was closed.
Or a pencil, a paintbrush, & helped create art,
could've witnessed such joy as a floral wedding arch,
could've been a bat, hit some home runs,
but what I run into your home, I don't even see the outcome.
Many ways life could have been richer,
instead of 30-some years, then it's into the chipper.
Railroad ties work & don't see the results,
but even they don't know what it's like to carry your volts.
I feel a buzzing deep down, when it's quiet I hear it,
& I wonder to myself, is it electric or spirit?
Is it what you gave me, or is it really a soul?
& that's what's fucked up about being a utility pole.
We carry what you need,
but you don't see.
We hide in plain view,
we're all around you.
We march alone & in pairs
around the city square.
I swear, we're right there,
maybe if you'd glance up now & then.
credits
from Walking Tours,
released September 10, 2021
Written & produced by Fellowman.
Mixed & mastered by Mike Moxham.
Literate, lyrical, hard-hitting hiphop from Charlottesville, Virginia, USA.
Fellowman is a
rapper, producer, promoter and educator, the director of the Nine Pillars Hiphop Cultural Fest, co-founder of Rugged Arts Hiphop Showcase, and contributor to the Virginia Film Festival....more
