Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip - Porter

[@BeardedDubstep]

This album is f*cking phenomenal. I love it. Everything that these guys do, and everything that Pip puts out solo, is incredible and I can't wait for more!!! Live for 300 years, Pip, although that may be a curse ... live until you feel right with what you've accomplished. At least. Cya!!!

[@Meganjs360]

Sitting in our cramped garden, a rusting bike beside me. On an unfinished table lays tobacco and my least favourite mug. I have been up all night crying over everything and nothing. The tears still flow. The world - it seems so impossible to navigate I wonder if it's worth staying. I close my eyes and absorb his voice. Let the dim light of it travel through my whole body. My hairs stand up on end. My eyes open. I am sitting in our colourful garden, a growing tomato plant beside me. On a table adorned with painted flowers lays my puzzle book and my favourite drink. I have been up all night crying over everything and nothing. No tears flow now. I am sure the birds in the neighbours tree are chirping hello; I am sure the rising sun is coming to guide me; I am sure the gentle breeze is leading me in a new direction. The world is so impossible to navigate I wonder... who am I to deny myself the adventure?

[@chuck.radio.F.]

Unreal. Chapters of a book. With madness in sound

[@RoomOfWonders]

I love how the rhyming scheme makes you think he's gonna rhyme it with 'Mad Hatter'... and then he doesn't! It's great :D

[@thatindiangrl9539]

Loved the Alice in Wonderland references! Its my favorite.

[@rosebudblack]

i am with you i love this song from the album

[@OneAverageChild]

such an incredible song

[@Arugo91]

Just brilliant!

[@aliceluna2501]

I relate to this song so much. Mainly because my name is Alice and I spent so much time in psych wards. :D

[@ulalaFrugilega]

do you feel it's an accurate description, I do mean, the feel? It's a bit like a freak-show, I think, like, the porter tries hard to see them as someone's daughter, but can't quite grasp that "normal" side...

[@nataschavp4927]

Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cell one is a padded little palace, within which lives a little girl named Alice For half her life in that room she has been banished, She drinks from the wrong side of the chalice, the girl's damaged. Each day when I arrive at the front gate, I hear her happy little voice say "You're late, you're late, you're late" Always talking to the friends in her head, running round her cell and playing under her bed. At lunchtimes I go listen to her mad chatter, Matter of fact, tea parties with a limited platter. She won't touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely with little tags saying either 'drink me' or 'eat me' She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity Always mad polite in spite of all the instability Handles the containment and displacement just formidably Hates the locking doors but by the morning she's forgiven me. Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cell four'll be Dorothy, sweet little thing. Always likes to chat and smile and dance and sing. It's startling when you start to think of how you might react to this darker thing. She believes that she travelled to a far away land and havoc was wreaked by her own fair hand She killed a woman by mistake, straight away on arriving, Then formed a gang to go and hunt and kill the victim's sibling. It's kind of fucked up, they killed wolves and crows As they trod a bloodstained path along a yellow brick road. And once they'd killed their second victim, they still weren't done This posse bounded on and hounded some old man for fun. She tells her story with a smile, while not the slightest flicker of rigour lingers [?] As this princess clicks the heels on her slippers. Kinda hear a solemn mumble as I close the cell door "Mr Porter we ain't in Kansas no more" Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. One more door, let's jaw about Wendy. Always looking forlorn sat by her window like a sentry, hope of entry is empty due to bars and grating But she still sits staring at the stars just waiting Carved in her heart an outline never, never fading. A figure, hands on hips, feet never, never quaking. Memories of a kiss, hands never, never shaking. Her grasps on this dream of hers never, never breaking. Years back you often hear her talking at night, about pirate's adventures and mind propelled flight. I know what you're thinking, 'absolutely batshit, factually inaccurate, engaging the inanimate' She's say "I believe in fairies" as she rang a little bell, And yeah that's kinda crazy but it's harmless aswell. She harnessed herself apart from this hell and started a well that through her dreams alone broke the fucking bars to this cell. Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter

[@Isaac-ny9kl]

Why aren't they performing together anymore?!? They were so perfect!

[@coil1]

I like the kinda twist on fairytales

[@cult-ur-fit]

It's about the mentally ill.

[@EasyEnough102]

Dylan Moore All three verses are twists on a different fairytale.. Alice? Mad chatter? Yellow brick road?

[@RCJPistolPete89]

best on album

[@gemmacampbell4954]

Love it

[@jdp1331]

check out cosmic gizmo i love that dude

[@shepshepshep]

Boy this guy can write, get him a proper book deal someone.

[@jacshallett3509]

This related to me so much because I am actually a hospital porter >.

[@jdncoke2]

i like

[@TWEAKelite]

scroob GOLD!!!!!!!!!!!

[@garbetronarmy2883]

Love this tune can’t beat it and I’m loving the Alice in wonderland references

[@micirose7892]

Accent!

[@donmunk321]

British version of Aesop Rock x

[@BeesKneezs]

donmunk321 I'd say that's a fair comparison, he's not on the same level with his vocabulary but he's definitely got a similar style that's for sure.

[@BeesKneezs]

donmunk321 Here's a really cool chart of the largest vocabulary's in Hip-Hop, it's got a good write up to go along with it as well. experiments.undercurrent.com/