Dan Bull, Beit Nun - Paralysed lyrics

Watch me paint myself into this room
Like syd did truly twisted
More screwed than the music business (yeah)
Who is this? Tunes got me lifted
It's the psychedelic relic
Beit Nun never knew my limit's
When playin mates my lyrics
They labelled me gifted (true)
So every record I did was made for my critics
Every syllable tailor fitted
Wrote a classic and failed to shift it
All that work
And it didn't make a difference (nah)
Being disregarded hit me the hardest
It put a chink in my armour
I'm an insignificant artist
Beneath, I'm a sensitive soul
Feel like I've hit the wall
Ben's in a hole and now he questions his role
Don't know my place
'cause I've never been shown
In a world i thought where anything goes
They left me alone i saw everyone around me
Get what they're owed
When I can barely put a meal
Together and December is cold

I'm pretty sure I haven't moved for
The best part of an hour
Cursed with the mind of a hero
And blessed with the heart of a coward
Yes, I've started it now
I'm barking and shouting asking for help
Harmfully loud but I can't turn it down
I panic in a bar when it's crowded I'd
Rather be out in the beer garden
And downing my half of lager
I'm drowning my self harm in it'self
(damn) I'm out, just gimme a moment
Now I'm sitting at home look Ben
You should get in the zone and own it

Dan, I've got this, gimme 10
And the 8's down i'm really feelin it, yeah
It's a great sound (wow)
Spaced out with the phones on
This beat is inspiring a beautiful song
It's been so long since I wrote one
Who in the world has time for writing music
Between a soul-destroying 9-5 slog and
A morbid night of boozin
That I choose to use to fight the blues with?
But, I've got a gift, and I like to prove it
Let's do this

Just give me a minute
The rhythm is spinning, I feel like I'm in it
Thought I'd hit the perimiter
But there isn't a limit (is there?)
Pictures of trysts with women are swimming
Within and it's blissfully vivid
Is this a significant image
Or just a libidinous mimic? (I don't know)
Mixing the spirit's
'til the spirit's are lit up and lifted
Quick, tip us a sip of
Glenlivet Sniffing the snifter
This is exquisite
Swear I'm finna just finish it
Til I finish up sick in a clinic
Not every trip is a picnic
I've been in this since the beginning
I'm different to Robbie Williams
I won't just sing when I'm winning
You cynical listeners listen to lyrics
I'm getting the hit's on
Still living in ignorance of the hidden
Hit songs the critics are missing
Just gimme a second
Hold up just a couple of minutes
I'm seeing double
The juxtaposition's fucked my vision
Good job the stereo's balanced
Because I'm hooked to the rhythm
When I want to cut the traditions and
Touch something different I look to musicians