Sat, 04 Apr 2026 01:01:07 +0200 https://hearthis.at/gajengi/ en-EN contact@hearthis.at contact@hearthis.at https://hearthis.at/gajengi/ https://img.hearthis.at/o/g/o/_/uploads/3087140/image_user/w1400_h1400_q70_ptrue_v2_----cropped_5c60428981c99c8e851b1ac855b766e0got-change-circle-logo.jpg no no https://hearthis.at/gajengi/flutterheart-mp3/ 2032454 no no Sun, 02 Dec 2018 23:20:10 +0100 2018-12-02T23:20:10+01:00 1:41 https://hearthis.at/gajengi/got-change-for-a-paradigm-mp3/ **Title**: Swing Loaded
**Lyrics**: Mysticalinguist

Yo - Broken Britain, what a nation that we live in,
The racist generation's more tenacious than our pigeons.
Where parliament bickers, in rampant indecision,
And number ten is really just a pompous competition.

Policies thicker than the make-up on our women,
Addicts in a prison while the bankers make a killing.
Cooking up a crackpipe, in Hell's Kitchen,
An echo in a chamber for a Christian fiction.

It's a bigoted addiction,
Apathy pervading, stifling ambition,
You're conditioned by your television, abolishing volition,
Commissioned by the Man to suppress your opinions.

The Divided Kingdom, a beacon of individualism,
And all I see is one great big schism,
Misdirected fear and a prison of division.
Sit and listen.

I got beats so fresh like ya mam's linen.
Okay, let's go:

I love this country, don't get me wrong,
But I often feel that I don't belong here,
Bow to a cuppa tea, worship a strong beer,
Sorry, excuse me, I'm trying to sing a song here.

Seems like living is a paycheque premium,
And I know that it just ain't right -
Tell me, why do they call it Virgin media,
When it goes down on me every night.

Christmas time I'm off to Manchester,
Spent all my pennies on First Great Western,
Hundred and twenty quid this December month,
Nobody bothered to check my ticket once.

It's a bad joke, but too true,
I paid 50p for a poo in the station,
Travelling through this glorious nation,
Dude, my railcard wasn't renewed.

I saw a yout dem outside Lidl,
Told me to go inside, get him a bottle of Bell's original,
I thought: "You're having a giggle" - But I tried to keep it civil,
And yet he threatened to put me in a hospital.

I received a coalescence of spittle,
So I thought maybe I should call an official,
Will it be beneficial to get Officer Dibble down and make a fuss?
For this little cunt with a bigger mug than Sports Direct does.

Maybe that was a bit vicious, but he was a cock,
Trying to mess with me, when I just wanna shop.
Like daylight savings, to an analogue clock,
He was acting like the new quid on the block.

Too many rudeboys, not enough kindness,
Cease and desist all your hatred and violence.
Nightlife buzzing and a-here come the sirens,
We won't be silenced.

Systemic defiance,
Cultivating perspective unbiased,
Force feeding the truth to the liars,
Bringing a bit of spirit with my lyrics,
To the fundamental limits of your science.

Down with the tyrants,
Gonna go and join a Rebel Alliance,
Delivering the stars for the innocent, ground to the pious.
Weed to your highness, stoned with Goliath.

So many old bones without a home, cold,
Sleeping on the hard stone, and so alone,
Curled up, frozen by the traffic cones
But we pass by glued to our phones,

In our clusterfucked up economy,
We got a government that doesn't represent the majority.
Call it a democracy? Hypocrisy, honestly;
At best, weak and wobbly, a wannabe monopoly.

Mrs. May,
Can I get a remedy to this dismay?
Can I get a little bit of change today?
Can I get a JC, please make way, please make way.

Saying fuck the young, and fuck the disabled,
Fucked every way like you're forced to do anal.
Bringing all the cards to a one-legged table.
Is it Strong, is it Stable?

Saying fuck the young, and fuck the disabled,
Fucked every way like you're forced to do anal.
Bringing all the cards to a one-legged table.
Is it Strong, is it Stable?
]]> **Title**: Swing Loaded
**Lyrics**: Mysticalinguist

Yo - Broken Britain, what a nation that we live in,
The racist generation's more tenacious than our pigeons.
Where parliament bickers, in rampant indecision,
And number ten is really just a pompous competition.

Policies thicker than the make-up on our women,
Addicts in a prison while the bankers make a killing.
Cooking up a crackpipe, in Hell's Kitchen,
An echo in a chamber for a Christian fiction.

It's a bigoted addiction,
Apathy pervading, stifling ambition,
You're conditioned by your television, abolishing volition,
Commissioned by the Man to suppress your opinions.

The Divided Kingdom, a beacon of individualism,
And all I see is one great big schism,
Misdirected fear and a prison of division.
Sit and listen.

I got beats so fresh like ya mam's linen.
Okay, let's go:

I love this country, don't get me wrong,
But I often feel that I don't belong here,
Bow to a cuppa tea, worship a strong beer,
Sorry, excuse me, I'm trying to sing a song here.

Seems like living is a paycheque premium,
And I know that it just ain't right -
Tell me, why do they call it Virgin media,
When it goes down on me every night.

Christmas time I'm off to Manchester,
Spent all my pennies on First Great Western,
Hundred and twenty quid this December month,
Nobody bothered to check my ticket once.

It's a bad joke, but too true,
I paid 50p for a poo in the station,
Travelling through this glorious nation,
Dude, my railcard wasn't renewed.

I saw a yout dem outside Lidl,
Told me to go inside, get him a bottle of Bell's original,
I thought: "You're having a giggle" - But I tried to keep it civil,
And yet he threatened to put me in a hospital.

I received a coalescence of spittle,
So I thought maybe I should call an official,
Will it be beneficial to get Officer Dibble down and make a fuss?
For this little cunt with a bigger mug than Sports Direct does.

Maybe that was a bit vicious, but he was a cock,
Trying to mess with me, when I just wanna shop.
Like daylight savings, to an analogue clock,
He was acting like the new quid on the block.

Too many rudeboys, not enough kindness,
Cease and desist all your hatred and violence.
Nightlife buzzing and a-here come the sirens,
We won't be silenced.

Systemic defiance,
Cultivating perspective unbiased,
Force feeding the truth to the liars,
Bringing a bit of spirit with my lyrics,
To the fundamental limits of your science.

Down with the tyrants,
Gonna go and join a Rebel Alliance,
Delivering the stars for the innocent, ground to the pious.
Weed to your highness, stoned with Goliath.

So many old bones without a home, cold,
Sleeping on the hard stone, and so alone,
Curled up, frozen by the traffic cones
But we pass by glued to our phones,

In our clusterfucked up economy,
We got a government that doesn't represent the majority.
Call it a democracy? Hypocrisy, honestly;
At best, weak and wobbly, a wannabe monopoly.

Mrs. May,
Can I get a remedy to this dismay?
Can I get a little bit of change today?
Can I get a JC, please make way, please make way.

Saying fuck the young, and fuck the disabled,
Fucked every way like you're forced to do anal.
Bringing all the cards to a one-legged table.
Is it Strong, is it Stable?

Saying fuck the young, and fuck the disabled,
Fucked every way like you're forced to do anal.
Bringing all the cards to a one-legged table.
Is it Strong, is it Stable?
]]> 1735638 no no Wed, 24 Jan 2018 15:29:02 +0100 2018-01-24T15:29:02+01:00 3:40 https://hearthis.at/gajengi/supercalifragilistic-existential-crisis/ **Title**: Over
**Lyrics**: Mysticalinguist

I pretend to subjugate my own feelings,
Aspiring is all I can believe in,
A reason to keep dreaming, to dedicate a bit of meaning,
To the people receiving this.

I vent a thought, I take a care, I take the piss,
A lover's kiss, and a sense of anonymousness.
Rejecting, abhorring falseness,
In myself and others.

I got brothers in armistice, I got a problem,
I got solitude and I got vodka.
Doctor Doctor, I fell out a third story;
In a town similar to Balamory.

Fed ketamine, medical grade shit,
Felt like I ate amphetamine in a moshpit.
I took a hit to the hip from a very high slip,
Like a gravity well to a sinking ship.

How unfit, raving in wheelchairs,
Couldn't go home, 'cause I couldn't do stairs.
But I've nothing but gratitude, I must share that:
In my time of need my friends were all there.

Yeah, they were there for me, those beautiful entities.
I hope you live centuries.
Spread out to the stars like cosmic esturies,
I can't share what you all meant to me.

Back then, back before I found love,
Back before the backbone, back before it got tough.
Back before the broke bones, all I had was breakbeat,
Now I have moans and groans and work and achey feet.

But I'm not moaning, I got gratitude,
I got life and a positive attitude.
Head up in the clouds, for the altitudes,
Or down low for the shuddering amplitudes.

Yeah...

Music is a spiritual apotheosis,
Lyrics are the domain of jokers;
Like Mahatma Gandhi,
A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

Haha.

Know this - I'm licking liquor for the liver cirrhosis,
Drinking and smoking so much I got;
Pneu-mono-ultra-microscopic-silico-volcano-coniosis.
Doctor what's the diagonosis?

*Why do we fight over sides of the mountain to climb?
We're all headed for the same peak...
We're all heading for the same peak.
That thrill that we seek.

Why do we fight over sides of the mountain to climb?
We're all headed for the same peak...
We're all heading for the same peak.
That thrill we seek. *

*At the end of the week.
As we tend to the weak.
Or turn the other cheek.
Don't turn the other cheek.

Don't turn the other cheek.
Never turn the other cheek.
To the happiness that you seek.*

Okay,
Okay, listen,
Yeah - listen.

I let the weary days roll over,
I let the sunny days get colder,
Allow the hangover haze to get sober.
Before my cranium goes supernova.

May the bridges I burn light the way.
Let the music articulate what I gotta say.
As the wordplay raps are wrapping around me,
Like a faraday cage, or an underpaid wage.

I'm just looking for emotional catharsis,
Found it in sound, you might find it in card tricks.
Linguistic phonetics, lyrical fanatics;
The apparatus of asthmatics.

Anyway, I ramble discursive.
And the words are coercive, so immersive;
In a digital cursive, almost subversive,
Maybe a bit too assertive.

Take the initiative, look to the days to come,
I ain't primitive, I'm tomorrow's son.
I don't condemn what we've done, I'm praising innovation,
Forward technology, our liberation.

Why can't we reconcile spirit and science,
Why don't we build upon the shoulders of giants.
We harbour competitive defiance;
'Til it taints all potential alliances.

Suffering in silences.
We're all suffering in silences of random attacks of violences,
Instead of random acts of kindnesses.
]]> **Title**: Over
**Lyrics**: Mysticalinguist

I pretend to subjugate my own feelings,
Aspiring is all I can believe in,
A reason to keep dreaming, to dedicate a bit of meaning,
To the people receiving this.

I vent a thought, I take a care, I take the piss,
A lover's kiss, and a sense of anonymousness.
Rejecting, abhorring falseness,
In myself and others.

I got brothers in armistice, I got a problem,
I got solitude and I got vodka.
Doctor Doctor, I fell out a third story;
In a town similar to Balamory.

Fed ketamine, medical grade shit,
Felt like I ate amphetamine in a moshpit.
I took a hit to the hip from a very high slip,
Like a gravity well to a sinking ship.

How unfit, raving in wheelchairs,
Couldn't go home, 'cause I couldn't do stairs.
But I've nothing but gratitude, I must share that:
In my time of need my friends were all there.

Yeah, they were there for me, those beautiful entities.
I hope you live centuries.
Spread out to the stars like cosmic esturies,
I can't share what you all meant to me.

Back then, back before I found love,
Back before the backbone, back before it got tough.
Back before the broke bones, all I had was breakbeat,
Now I have moans and groans and work and achey feet.

But I'm not moaning, I got gratitude,
I got life and a positive attitude.
Head up in the clouds, for the altitudes,
Or down low for the shuddering amplitudes.

Yeah...

Music is a spiritual apotheosis,
Lyrics are the domain of jokers;
Like Mahatma Gandhi,
A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

Haha.

Know this - I'm licking liquor for the liver cirrhosis,
Drinking and smoking so much I got;
Pneu-mono-ultra-microscopic-silico-volcano-coniosis.
Doctor what's the diagonosis?

*Why do we fight over sides of the mountain to climb?
We're all headed for the same peak...
We're all heading for the same peak.
That thrill that we seek.

Why do we fight over sides of the mountain to climb?
We're all headed for the same peak...
We're all heading for the same peak.
That thrill we seek. *

*At the end of the week.
As we tend to the weak.
Or turn the other cheek.
Don't turn the other cheek.

Don't turn the other cheek.
Never turn the other cheek.
To the happiness that you seek.*

Okay,
Okay, listen,
Yeah - listen.

I let the weary days roll over,
I let the sunny days get colder,
Allow the hangover haze to get sober.
Before my cranium goes supernova.

May the bridges I burn light the way.
Let the music articulate what I gotta say.
As the wordplay raps are wrapping around me,
Like a faraday cage, or an underpaid wage.

I'm just looking for emotional catharsis,
Found it in sound, you might find it in card tricks.
Linguistic phonetics, lyrical fanatics;
The apparatus of asthmatics.

Anyway, I ramble discursive.
And the words are coercive, so immersive;
In a digital cursive, almost subversive,
Maybe a bit too assertive.

Take the initiative, look to the days to come,
I ain't primitive, I'm tomorrow's son.
I don't condemn what we've done, I'm praising innovation,
Forward technology, our liberation.

Why can't we reconcile spirit and science,
Why don't we build upon the shoulders of giants.
We harbour competitive defiance;
'Til it taints all potential alliances.

Suffering in silences.
We're all suffering in silences of random attacks of violences,
Instead of random acts of kindnesses.
]]> 1272970 no no Fri, 31 Mar 2017 22:51:09 +0200 2017-03-31T22:51:09+02:00 4:06 https://hearthis.at/gajengi/flutterheart/ **Title**: Cumbria
*Lyrics: Mysticalinguist*

So - does anybody in the room get anxiety?
Cannot interact 'cause you're impotent socially.
I wanna meet and greet, it's a taboo to the mind like Kosher meat.
Takes over totally.

Crippled from a fear you cannot escape,
Ripples of the other fishes swimming in the lake,
I think for God's sake, why cannot I converse?
Somebody once told me it's a blessing and a curse.

So I scribble in a verse, write a rhyme or two,
Music can communicate right to the real you.
Speak to you in a way that I could never do.
Deliver the truth, raise the roof. Youth -

You wanna face the world without a fear?
You'll never find the answer if you're drowning it in beer.
Don't dictate the conversation, have patience,
Develop opening ears and learning to hear.

Nobody gives a shit if you're awkward,
You're friends are your friends though you don't see 'em often.
It doesn't matter if you don't do much talking.
All that matters is you still stay walking.

Forward, never back track,
I got beats for fat stacks, I got beef with fat cats,
I get kicks when I enact the abstract;
See you stand back to react to the impact.

What you see of others is the highlight reel,
Advent of Facebook, aeon of spiel.
Try to remember that it's not real;
It's just fear that you feel.

'Cause the reason that you judge all your inner fiends,
Analyse monologues, do you dare not dream?
Do you see yourself behind the scenes,
Do you really wonder what it all means?]]> **Title**: Cumbria
*Lyrics: Mysticalinguist*

So - does anybody in the room get anxiety?
Cannot interact 'cause you're impotent socially.
I wanna meet and greet, it's a taboo to the mind like Kosher meat.
Takes over totally.

Crippled from a fear you cannot escape,
Ripples of the other fishes swimming in the lake,
I think for God's sake, why cannot I converse?
Somebody once told me it's a blessing and a curse.

So I scribble in a verse, write a rhyme or two,
Music can communicate right to the real you.
Speak to you in a way that I could never do.
Deliver the truth, raise the roof. Youth -

You wanna face the world without a fear?
You'll never find the answer if you're drowning it in beer.
Don't dictate the conversation, have patience,
Develop opening ears and learning to hear.

Nobody gives a shit if you're awkward,
You're friends are your friends though you don't see 'em often.
It doesn't matter if you don't do much talking.
All that matters is you still stay walking.

Forward, never back track,
I got beats for fat stacks, I got beef with fat cats,
I get kicks when I enact the abstract;
See you stand back to react to the impact.

What you see of others is the highlight reel,
Advent of Facebook, aeon of spiel.
Try to remember that it's not real;
It's just fear that you feel.

'Cause the reason that you judge all your inner fiends,
Analyse monologues, do you dare not dream?
Do you see yourself behind the scenes,
Do you really wonder what it all means?]]> 1106458 no no Mon, 14 Nov 2016 15:19:20 +0100 2016-11-14T15:19:20+01:00 1:42 https://hearthis.at/gajengi/we-got-love-intro/ **Title**: Delight for Old Chicken
*Lyrics by Mysticalinguist*


Peaceful people.
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Welcome.

If you really think about it, we're only really fruit.
Our bodies shrivel and they, begin to lose their juice.
Take a timelapse and you'll see, that we're just a meat suit.
Hole at one to eat soup, ass to seat poop.

I'm gonna take the beat from L'entourloop,
And rap a little riddle to an attentive group.
I'm here to lift the mood, people.

Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time now...
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time now...
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time,
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time,
Show me a sign.

It's real hip-hop.
It's real hip-hop.
I said, it's real hip-hop.
Listen.

We got love for the people.
We got a bit of love for the people.
We got a little bit of love, for the people.
With the words and the melodies.

One for the hip-hop...
Two for the reggae music.

Welcome, one and all, glad you could make it.
All the people in the room, can you shake it.
Don't pretend 'cause I'll know if you fake it.
If you wanna have it all, you can make it.

We got love for the innocent child,
Young and feral and fickle and wild.
We got love for the doctors and nurses,
NHS doesn't care how big your purse is.

We got a bit of love for the old timers,
Suffering with a premature blindness.
So you all better show me a sign, 'cause;
I'm giving out random acts of kindness.

We got love for the passionate artists,
From the heart, yeah I'm gonna impart this.
A bit of love for the words and the music,
The crowd and the rig, a selecter to choose it.

We got a little bit of love for the Homo,
Going in hard but I'm gonna take it slow-mo.
We got love for the man's best friend,
'Cause a dog's got your back 'til the very bitter end.

We got love for the altruistic,
For the faithless, for the mystic,
Even if you think that this is a piss take,
Stick to your guns like an old school pritt stick.

Show me the love for the people who hate you.
Show me the love for the jealous who slate you.
Show me the love for the free party people.
Police insisting what we do is illegal.

We got love for the cats and the fishies,
For the mothers at home washing dishes.
We got love for the actor and actress,
For the first world comfort of a mattress.

For those in the throes of addiction,
Can't seperate fact from fiction.
Those in the throes of the third world paradigm,
Show me a sign.

We got love for the people around,
We got love for the ragga-hop sound.
Yell it from the rooftops, bellow it loud
From the mainstream down to the underground.
]]> **Title**: Delight for Old Chicken
*Lyrics by Mysticalinguist*


Peaceful people.
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Welcome.

If you really think about it, we're only really fruit.
Our bodies shrivel and they, begin to lose their juice.
Take a timelapse and you'll see, that we're just a meat suit.
Hole at one to eat soup, ass to seat poop.

I'm gonna take the beat from L'entourloop,
And rap a little riddle to an attentive group.
I'm here to lift the mood, people.

Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time now...
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time now...
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time,
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time,
Show me a sign.

It's real hip-hop.
It's real hip-hop.
I said, it's real hip-hop.
Listen.

We got love for the people.
We got a bit of love for the people.
We got a little bit of love, for the people.
With the words and the melodies.

One for the hip-hop...
Two for the reggae music.

Welcome, one and all, glad you could make it.
All the people in the room, can you shake it.
Don't pretend 'cause I'll know if you fake it.
If you wanna have it all, you can make it.

We got love for the innocent child,
Young and feral and fickle and wild.
We got love for the doctors and nurses,
NHS doesn't care how big your purse is.

We got a bit of love for the old timers,
Suffering with a premature blindness.
So you all better show me a sign, 'cause;
I'm giving out random acts of kindness.

We got love for the passionate artists,
From the heart, yeah I'm gonna impart this.
A bit of love for the words and the music,
The crowd and the rig, a selecter to choose it.

We got a little bit of love for the Homo,
Going in hard but I'm gonna take it slow-mo.
We got love for the man's best friend,
'Cause a dog's got your back 'til the very bitter end.

We got love for the altruistic,
For the faithless, for the mystic,
Even if you think that this is a piss take,
Stick to your guns like an old school pritt stick.

Show me the love for the people who hate you.
Show me the love for the jealous who slate you.
Show me the love for the free party people.
Police insisting what we do is illegal.

We got love for the cats and the fishies,
For the mothers at home washing dishes.
We got love for the actor and actress,
For the first world comfort of a mattress.

For those in the throes of addiction,
Can't seperate fact from fiction.
Those in the throes of the third world paradigm,
Show me a sign.

We got love for the people around,
We got love for the ragga-hop sound.
Yell it from the rooftops, bellow it loud
From the mainstream down to the underground.
]]> 1100197 no no Tue, 08 Nov 2016 18:40:02 +0100 2016-11-08T18:40:02+01:00 3:46