i just wanted to say hi, that's all

by George Glas

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about

This is a project that I've intended to release for awhile now. A lot of songs either didn't get recorded or make the cut. A couple rough songs are probably still festering on my computer along with plenty of other things I should probably get rid of. Here it is, the debut of album/mixtape "i just wanted to say hi, that's all"

You can follow George Glas on bandcamp at: georgeglas.bandcamp.com

Soundcloud at:
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credits

released January 28, 2015

Album Photography by: Emma Guise

Thanks to:
Pravar Joshi
Shay Parker
Billy Strang-Moya
Frankie Madera
Emma Guise
Kyle Holroyd
Lucie Boucher
Pitfall Harry
Wheezin' Ed
Truly Amazing Records

and everyone who still listen to my sad closet raps, they're the reasons why I still try.

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Track Name: i just wanted to say hi, that's all (intro)
...
Track Name: don't pitch it Johnny, i'm Johnny! (prod. Macintosh Robinson)
Rappers get their c-notes,
Bad hoes who ain't loyal,
Me I'm watching cartoons,
Consuming midnight toaster strudels
Me, I want the kit caboodle,
To finally pay off my undergrad
Finna bout to hit up eBay, see if I can snag that aggro crag
To give me the feel I never had,
Maybe then I'll be o' super rad,
Maybe then sad won't be the norm,
And half my tracks wouldn't sound half bad
When feet drag it's stagnant,
I've swore to keep my movement,
But with everything that's happening, something's seem so poignant
Off and on then and now,
Someway and somehow
We're so beyond it
(we're so beyond that)
Desponded and floored,
About nothing more,
Than how you've never been here before

For sure, I got my hopes and dream
But I never seem to make out what exactly they mean
In between that time I've been a lie, a foe, unseen
Unsure about the pick of the scheme, the gist of the scheme

I still got these bones, some skin just to cover them
I got millions of homes, with trillion of occupants
This old oyster's an abalone, If only it opened
Hoping in my old shell, I can still hear that ocean swell

I still got these bones, some skin just to cover them
I got millions of homes, with trillion of occupants
This old oyster's an abalone, If only it opened
Hoping in my old shell, I can still hear that ocean

I got my hopes and dreams
But I never seem to make out what exactly they mean
In between that time I've been a lie, a foe, unseen
Unsure about the pick of the scheme, the gist of the scheme (x3)
(outro)
Track Name: Rocky loves Emily (prod. Knxwledge)
You set one beautiful table my fair señorita,
For what it's worth, it's the worst of my icebreakers
You remind me of sour candy and couch cushions,
you remind me of quiet sittings and scarf knitting
I like the color of you hair and your face piercings
Piercing eyes, when peering mine, averts my direction
...Eye contact,
Is brutal for sappy young rap gents, who suck at compliments
Confidence don't come along, when confidants are sparse
sparing thoughts are those who harp,
When all opinions are ajar
So far,
I'd play basketball to get your new bike back,
Just to prove to bullies that it's not right to do that
Hoping in the end we're like Rocky and Emily,
Knowing in the end that'll probably put an end to me
Enemies, envy the possibility of..

(Sample)
Hey, how come you turn that off?
Track Name: give me back my jacket, you whore [Closeted Version] (prod. noyce)
I miss my midnight runs and my faded D.A.R.E. t-shirts
introverted convos and my scuffed vans sneakers
ran the blocks for hours on a duct taped sole
holding close to the fright that this here night might fold
it is what it is, and this is what I got
they say life is so precious now, but somethings just whomp
get caught up in those slumps, find yourself in the prairie
lug it back with your bones and those skeletons you carry
that help you with your ditties
the ones you thought were silly
the ones you gave a chance that made some dance like Ally Sheedy
but eventually that beat stop and again you're on your own
on another person's couch, in another person's home
with these thoughts up in your dome you console with pithy scripture
picky writing gloam in home to mold a pretty picture
we all want something pretty,
something we can call our own
something we can tell our secret to to feel less alone
but some of us don't want to hear that
sad raps about sad time
sad acts that sometimes mold out our sad lives
mold out these sad rhymes
that sound right these sad nights
I can't sleep, I won't sleep till I make something seem alright
(it's alright)
another due moth on the streetlight
another new line I need to rewrite, another new line that in foresight,
might just send my ass back to the streetlight
Back to those fortnight squalls, when words like these were not polite,
and apologizes in all honesty weren't just stored and wasted megabytes,
Never mined these slurs that my overbite can't handle,
There's been handful of times where meaningful rhymes became tight scrambles,
Stammering rambles of new sorries, that just seem brindled
A new recital of quaint activates that's just turned idle

There's a lot of songs I just can't quite listen to now
There's a lot of things I just can't quite talk about
There's a lot of things that I can probably just do without

There's a lot of songs I just can't quite listen to now
There's a lot of things I just can't quite talk about
There's a lot of things that I can probably just do without

(Outro)
Track Name: naked self-portraits (prod. MF DOOM)
Demo single from the upcoming EP "demo".

Vocals recorded on tape in a closet somewhere.
lyrics
Another song from the green book,
Another sad song with bad hook,
Another damn wrong with a bad look,
(look, look)

I’ve spent years trying to find my bearings,
Instead wrote rhymes and dine with red barons,
And still blame my problems on Red Herring
(Herring, hearing)

Your voice dear, sure makes me sick
Stomach flip, and do weird shit,
Someday, I’ll say what I can’t admit

Adamant actions, half-assed for the fraction of times
Assign to manage my time to make these assets
Jump like Kris Kross, priorities criss-crossed,
Sail off like Chris Cross, escape to blow off time

Instead I rather slump on my couch watching Cowboy Bebop,
Vibe to Aesop, sop in the night air,
And make my own dada hip-hop,
Won’t stop, can’t stop
Diddy bop my ass to welfare,
Quote on my raps like “who cares”
Divvy-up my rations and small shares
Parlay it all for a calling
That my heart claims is not here
(Man it’s not here)

Sample:

Note to myself:
(close your eyes now, close your eyes now)
The only people who like your paintings
(feel with your tongue)
Are people who like to look at naked people
(don't let things get out of control. No means no and never, yes.)
The only reason your paintings are popular is because they have naked people in them
(empty hearts lack blood. empty hearts lack blood.)
Also, your paintings are not popular
(empty hearts lack blood. Feel with your tongue.)

(I love everyone I meet. I love girls and boys, I probably even love you. Love is really wonderful, especially if you love a lot of people, just not one. One is lonely, a lot is fun. I like fun, I like love; love, love, love, love.)
Track Name: i stole chapstick from a rite aid and i'm ashamed (prod. MENT*)
Text me when you get in,
Thoughts keep me running,
Then again, I believe it should be..

Theories extend off the young, cocky, and hunky dory
Pushing forty, rejecting topical allegories
I like my hobbies; I’m hardly making them work for me
Hoping one day I could possibly do this all for free
Let’s keep it pithy,
It’ll all seems silly now if drawn out,
Expanding every piece of spare change,
Throughout the old couch,
Even fold out cots,
Can’t compensate the back aches,
Bad days, late night’s binges,
And even old mistakes,
Ulcer like pains, on a once stray tongue
Tugs on the lungs that made us feel so young
Strung a couple a gems to pawn off for quaint purchases
Earnest in attempts to furnish these new developments

Something seems different, are you okay, (it okay)
You seem awfully distant, in your own way, (own way)
If only, (only) I knew just exactly what you’re going through,
I’ll never know if you don’t say (she said)

Text me when you get in,
Thoughts keep me running,
Then again, I believe it should be something,
(It’s) Nothing probably
Track Name: raar arr raar arr (i wish i was back to a human) (prod. Teebs)
There's cocoa butter smeared on my brown skin
A bit of eastern shore in my accent
A little hidden scar on my chest when
I showed heart on accident
I haven't really felt that great since
Two cents (ever) graced my pants slips
Dispensed now to the pavement
Fingers crossed they find intimate soul
To grow close,
One who knows,
Where to find,
All (our/my) pennies and dimes
Who don't mind,
Small change,
Analogies, soliloquies
Time from time
I found comfort in writing in bathtubs,
Bed meals with an abundance of bread crumbs
It's like a lazy man's body glitter,
Minus the glitz and the glamour
For how long has appearance mattered?
Whatever happened to robot jones?
I groan gray overtones,
And don't mind (it), when I eating alone
Now lately, now lately
These bones, have been doing no good
For the front of the strong and the taking
Lay your weight on me and I'll be backbone
Until in the season our spine, becomes your own
Track Name: a football playing king in space (prod. Co.Fee)
Another week’s day becomes another faint blur
Sure that this one, won’t succumb, to becoming another bummer
I feel, as if I experienced a lot of those this summer
Even if one’s longer than the other
And feels as if they’re strung together
More are to come and I’m assuring that
They’ll be suppressed into sage gems like
Time spent at Laundromats
Formal events when you arrived in the wrong pants,
Watching ants,
Studying 80’s movies for that romance,
Deep breaths, bold chance,
Attempts of trying to gallivant,
Purchasing every copy at the time of Captain Underpants,
Crushes you claim crush your heart, but toes at the most
That evoked, corny proses out on paper instead of out your throat
We still peer through windows in hope for a better morrow
Or at least a better day, iso or with some gusto
Stowing away the known and frayed for new tchotchkes and funnies
Until we find the need to conquest the attic to battle dust-bunnies

Yeah, kill or be killed
Where even the strongest willed, wilt and shed peels
To depth to feel the field of budding philosophers
Spawning our own fables of pygmies, cranes, and conquers


Yeah, kill or be killed
Where even the strongest willed, wilt and shed peels
To depth to feel the field of budding philosophers
Spawning our own fables of pygmies, cranes, and conquers

(Outro)
Track Name: cider (prod. Groundislava)
If I wrote a song for every shade of my emotions
I’d destroy every page due to my preconceived notions
About, begin open and what it does to my morals
My abilities at coping and my problems with being social
I was advised with labels that would describe how I feel
They would have prescribed with so capsules they would have called “happy pill”
A pseudonym used to chipper up the daily process
But honest, I process many things just to try to stay honest
On this conscious, it constantly ponders about promises
Broken trying to preempt a conflict that was bound to happen
(Or was it?)
Perils of the naïve and stupid
Personal ennuis and tchotchkes sent to ruins
(and I’ve chosen)
To smile often for a wrong reason,
To still grieve on most of my own decisions
(and I’ve chosen)
To stay here and banter out all my options
To ruin things by being outspoken

But I know life can’t get better than this
Life can’t get better than this
(or so I’m told)
Life can’t get better than this
And life can’t get better than this

I still wish someday I’ll find my niche
A burrow somewhere in my head with a snug fit
Or a white picket fence by a cotton candy river,
A place enough to invite all my friends to dinner (x2)

But, time goes on whether or not you want to follow
Feeling hollow without direction, I lowered my expectations
I grew less patience and engulfed in resignation
Ruined relationships with loved ones in the process
Confidence shattered, conscious battered and bruised these bones
Sticks and stones still hurt now, but more than you’ll ever care to know I just,
Want to show myself that I can be fine
I just want to show myself that I will be fine
Track Name: PMA vs punky power [Closeted Version] - [Bonus Track] (prod. Tennyson)
You set one beautiful table my fair señorita,
For what it's worth, it's the worst of my icebreakers
You remind me of sour candy and couch cushions,
you remind me of quiet sittings and scarf knitting
I like the color of you hair and your face piercings
Piercing eyes, when peering mine, averts my direction
...Eye contact,
Is brutal for sappy young rap gents, who suck at compliments
Confidence don't come along, when confidants are sparse
sparing thoughts are those who harp,
When all opinions are ajar
So far,
I'd play basketball to get your new bike back,
Just to prove to bullies that it's not right to do that
Hoping in the end we're like Rocky and Emily,
Knowing in the end that'll probably put an end to me
Enemies, envy the possibility of..

(Sample)
Hey, how come you turn that off?
Track Name: freestyle [Bonus Track]
I'm the greatest rapper ever
Shoot you in the face with my brand new Beretta
Matching warm sweater
Big boy pants, ykk on da zipper
(ugh) big dogs, Clifford
Greet you in the morning like Kathie Lee Gifford
Cut yo toes off, bitch for a slice of the cheedar
Amerada, string, it all sing dat same song
George so right
And all y'all niggas so wrong
So long sucka, swag swag I'm a dolphin
Hoes falling out like fruit flies into coffins
Swooning on ya boy, cause y'all dude straight flossing
Cam'ron jackets, the rolly, blinding often
Cataracts bitch, shoulda invested in glasses
Rap shit, how ya know, yo this shit fuego
bands in dey face like captain lou albano
SheeZ
I should a degree,
In botany, for fucking with you herbs for free
(shit son they ain't ready)