DJ Daedalus

Maybe in the future,
I won’t fucking speak

I’ll fall in love with the acquired taste
of holding tongue
and biting cheek

turn the coffee off
and finally give up fighting sleep

Then, in a decade when my son is wondering what I did while they were squelching rights under the guise of finding peace

I could tell him that I’d finally had enough and found a hobby where I didn’t grind my teeth

Took my every passion and I stuffed it underneath a bunch of basic beats I made to sell for twenty dollars each

Every line I wrote that felt a little too insightful, I ignored til they, eventually, were buried down beneath

buried with a part of me that’s safely out of reach

That which cannot do, and cannot talk enough to teach

That didn’t last the siege

And stopped attempting scores that told the all-too-honest story of the scene

But, rather, kept it stupid simple,
with some songs about a creek,
and a love at 17

That, in 3 and some-odd minutes,
doesn’t stray from G and D

Whose sole artistic purpose
is to end up on ‘repeat’
so it can help to pad your streams

and That’s the whole extent
of the intent of its release

It’s commodified and trial-size,
and harmless as can be

Except one simple sample
that my handler sent to me:

A background noise for background noise,
that’s not to be perceived

But research shows the tone embeds
in people’s heads for WEEKS

And he said if it makes the single,
then we’ve got a gold e.p.

The kind of tune the unassuming
Dance to all too easily
the propaganda we don’t understand,
but we believe,



They call him DJ Daedalus,
He’s famous in these streets
Come Catch him live on Friday nights,
the highest spot in Crete
Can’t play you ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’,
it melted in the heat
His wax is to distract the mass,
and keep them on their feet

The beat will drop like Icarus,
and plummet, Sun to Sea
In a tragedy that history is happy to repeat

Some write the songs that tell the crowd
our prison’s something sweet
I write the songs that warn the crowd
we’re not allowed to leave.

You can sneak it past the censors
if you’re clever and discreet
You just gotta add some ‘Woah-Oh’s
on the fives and on the threes

Like Icarus cried “YOLO”
when his feathers felt the breeze

And it was lit until his drip
began to dribble more than freeze

Like the whoop of the millennium
when Sisyphus concedes

And accepts the path before him
and how powerless he seems

The boulder isn’t gonna roll itself
from ‘A’ to ‘B’

and embracing that
will only set us free

Not ‘Freedom’ like
what you gave up your privacy to keep

Not ‘Freedom’ like a flag
with blood that’s dried in every crease

Not ‘Freedom’ like Bill Gates
promoting roaches over meat,
Like Those locusts aren’t a plague,
they’re just a substitute for wheat

But Freedom like
you’ll never have to pay for air to breathe

Freedom like there’s no one there to force you to conceive

Freedom like you’re safe, and have the simple things you need, like an overdue American reprieve