Zane Lowe introduced me to Sage Fancis and this song/poem in particular hit a note with me. The lyrics are gems that sparkle when spoken by Sage sprinkled beautifully along a subtle but magical backing track that kicks in half way and lifts you as if you were part of a crowd of 10,000 in a stadium. Goose bumps, strange tingling in the back of the head, light limbs, hard willy, just fucking amazing.
Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas.
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance,
’til we just stayed distant and never touched. Now all we do is text too much.
Too clever too true x