The Science Of Drifting Apart

by Blind Scientist

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The Science Of Drifting Apart is Judd Mitchell’s debut hip-hop release as Blind Scientist. He’s previously released music as A. Spitz, Attix, Invisible Children, Grey Agent, and Creation.

The release consists of a single, Pigeonholed, produced by clown and sampling a beat by EL-P, and a B-side, Newsflash, produced by Blind Scientist.

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released November 22, 2011

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Track Name: Pigeonholed
I've forgotten what it means to need sleep,
It's been at least three days, and I've barely made ends meet,
I got a couple bucks in quarters that I found on the ground and,
That's enough to buy a 6 pack of cheap beer and and then proceed to go drown them,
Troubles in a shallow lake, I slipped the noose,
Climbed down from the lynching pole, with nothing left to lose,
Seein' in new views of blue skies, dream girls with green eyes,
That one unmistakable thing that retains the letter I inside “your mind,”
But outside you're mine, intertwined like double helixes,
can't be pulled apart, like a heroin fiend and his needle fixes,
And we don't need to write chapter on top of chapter,
To keep track of the things we've said in all of this meaningless chatter,
I'm after better things, better songs that I can sing,
When life goes on and I can only pick three memories to bring,
Let me think,
And sift through all these feelings indistinct,
Till I come up with a somber song, and then lose it in a blink,
I ink my pen with a mixture of anger and will to write,
And I'm blessed when something comes out right.

Can I get a witness to this testimony, I'm already dead,
I was shot in the head with a large jolt of reality instead,
Of living sheltered in a plain house, plain words overflowing my mouth,
Trying to be like every other person who's out and about,
I spout like a spigot, I bring droughts, can you dig it?
Or dig up your crops, so they won't die in the way of the sun,
This is not the end of the world, it's just the end of my days,
And I'm ashamed to say I've never gotten to enjoy this decay,
It's okay, you made a small mistake, what a blunder
You crossed a line and you'll need to pay the fee to re-enter the country,
We're always told to do right and never wrong,
so when I do, I'm forced to sit down and jot out yet another crappy rap song,
But I'll always speak the truth, despite what you want to hear,
I have no problem being the Cordelia to your half witted King Lear,
And while we're on the subject of everything I could possibly fear,
It's nonexistent because I know that your memory's right here.

This can't be real life, I must be subject of film,
My entire career as a human being simply falling downhill,
I watched the clouds open themselves to bring down rain and thunder,
And I'm left without an umbrella or something to stand under,
And when the rain meets my skin, I close my eyes and think,
If this were a flashflood, would I make it out or would I sink?
I drink for the thought, and maybe sometimes the feeling,
Appealing to my nonexistent common sense, my feelings hence,
The only things I do are irrelevant [irrelevant],
The only thing I should be is irrelevant [irrelevant],
So paint me an outline, when you find me outside the club,
Because the ghost of who I once was relapsed on drugs,
And I could see a better frame of mind to hang up all these portraits,
of poets who gave their lives to spread knowledge to the unfortunate,
So when they find the gun that's under my bed, you'll know I
Pulled the trigger just to know what happens when you're dead.
Track Name: Newsflash
My two feet are failing, walking me in circles,
But axis of the earth is twirling backwards and I'm wondering where I'm going,
Direction has no meaning when the flow of the ocean slows,
Down the cracks in the pavement are drying ever so,
I'm lost but not found, meaning hidden inside the sound,
Of a newborn crying baby born carrying only eight pounds,
Of angst, anger, sadness, and sorrow,
Kid won't last another day to see the next tomorrow,
Crying out for loving care, for who had justly left him there,
Never found his comfort standing up in times without an air
Of satisfaction pained for retaliation, brain working two hundred and ten times harder, need a vacation,
Need a new location, new set up, new friends,
Only finding out that he's afraid to find the end of his rope,
Started smoking dope now he's failing out and smoking up in the bathroom,
What happens in the classroom was never meant for outsiders eyes to see,
It's a catastrophe, why don't you ever believe me?
Oh god, I'm so sorry.

Chorus:
This is where we met on the last day of holiday,
This is where I died on the bricks lining the walkway,
This is where I said this is where we should find each other,
Abort the fucking mission if one of us is to lose cover,
Run if you're scared, run for the sunrise,
Don't get caught up staring at moon when the rays die,
Don't trust the man always telling you to be wise,
Worse comes to worst you can cover it with sweet lies,
This where we met on the last day of holiday,
This is where I died, and I apologize, I apologize.

Grew up knowing guilt and shame, sometimes noticed, never smothered,
Only knew the pains of struggling born without meeting his mother,
Loving only came in doses, times when he felt he was closest,
Spinning and spinning and spinning and finally spiraling,
Down toward depression, anger and aggression taking up all of his time,
Never had a single reason always had a solid rhyme,
Met a girl named Reason, she was his treason,
His poison, his cure, his acceptance of the changing seasons,
Drugs started playing hard, and Reason left his life one day,
He found her the next morning having drowned in the bay underneath the waves,
She died understanding what is lost is never missing,
But he couldn't follow up the death and spent his last days reminiscing,
Life lost its meaning, his heart barely beating,
He lived all alone, no one there to see that he'd stopped eating,
Never even wanted to breathe again,
And so he wrote his suicide note using blood on his pen... The next day he jumped