Somewhere Along The Line

 

We’re pleased to bring you the debut from Segilola Jolaosho, a London-based artist who here collaborates here with Kirk Barley, aka Bambooman, who many might recognize from his memorable release on Sonic Router in 2013, “Hollowed”.  Segilola herself has provided guest vocals on tracks by Occult & Congi, Mute Speaker, and others.

By day she’s a neuroscience postgrad who also works in the gaming industry.  However, of more interest to her is evolution, and writing poetry I’m told, and of course sound…

“‘Music is my life’ is very cliche so I think I’d go for ‘Music makes my life…’”

  

 

more from Segilola and Bambooman 

mastered by Shawn Hatfield

artwork by Nicholas Edmondson

“Somewhere Along The Line” video by Silent Tapes

 

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Paint The Way

We went through red lights and past green trees 
We spent hours buzzing like black and yellow bumblebees 
Paddled through blue waters in the black of night 
It felt like, a painting with each stroke straight from my mind 

I’d believe you if you’d say that it was so 
That I just paint the way as I go 
I’d believe you if you’d say that it was so but you never do 
You never do 

Did I paint the golden sun drops that fall down on us 
I believe you if you’d say that it was so 
But you never do you never do 

We sipped, white rum watching a purple sunset 
Then the silver moon it dangled above our heads 
I know that I could not create the things I see before me now 
But still feels like a painting with each stroke straight from my mind 

I’d believe you if you’d say that it was so 
That I just paint the way as I go 
I’d believe you if you’d say that it was so but you never do 
You never do

 

Substance Called Love

Give me the thrill of your touch 
Minor intake is not enough 
Trying to kick this habit is way too tough 
I think I overdosed on a substance called love 

Drip drop, the tap is dripping 
I’m looking around my head is tripping 
My antics I am reliving 
They’re providing me with my temporary vision 

Substance called love 

Oh the thrill of your touch 
Minor intake is not enough 
Trying to kick this habit is way too tough 
I think I over dosed on a substance called love 

Sweat beads fall onto my shoulder 
My head is hot but the rooms getting colder 
I’ve been hit with a fast moving boulder 
My heart is young but my brain is getting older 

Substance called love

 

Somewhere Along The Line

You left your pockets on my floor on my floor 
While you were bouncing off my walls 
You see distant eyes look into my mind 
Look into my ever drifting mind 
As I search for older times 

And now we are lost somewhere along the line 
Is it too late to retrace my steps to 
Try and find you 

Jump on to my flight let’s take it back 
To a time when the two of us were tight 
Sometimes it’s best when you’re looking over your shoulder 

We got lost somewhere along the line 
Is it too late to retrace my steps to try and find you 
The one who taught me affection was for free 
Maybe you would like to come again 
But it wouldn’t have to be in the rain 

Once more we’ve rendered ourselves helpless 
And once again we managed to change but stay the same 
Find me in the middle ground find me in nobody’s land 
Maybe you would like to come again 

But it wouldn’t have to be in the rain with 
Your pockets on my floor 
And my words in your hands 
That’s what I demand 
Dry you tears on my sleeve 
Jump into my time machine

 

Hope

I go higher higher 
Seek the flame from the fire 
Chasing accumulating desires 
Never wanting to 
End up with nothing to hold 
With every hand equalling a fold 

Further from where I am headed 
Couldn’t stay afloat 
Now I’m dreaming in a pool 
Of a hope of a dream 
That picked me up and dropped me off in 
Nomads land and now I have no plan 

Is this all there is 
Is this all there is 
Is this all there is 
Cos it’s not enough you see 
It’s not enough for me 

Keep on keep on 
Telling me that it’s fine 
While you’re standing 
In your never ending line 
Oh didn’t you ever dream 
Cos that’s the way it seems 

To have the feeling of a hope of a dream 
Oh that’s what I mean 
Oh a hope of a dream 

Crying, crying, crying over decimals 
cos they’re not worth the price we pay 
Surely this ain’t why we’re here 
But I’m afraid to say that’s my fear 

Is this all there is 
Is this all there is 
Is this all there is 
Cos it’s not enough you see 
It’s not enough for me 

Higher higher seek the flame from the fire 
chasing accumulating desires 
Higher higher seek the flame from the fire 
chasing accumulating desires 
higher higher seek the flame from the fire 
chasing accumulating desires 
never wanting to end up with nothing to hold 
and I guess you can call it my goal