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Podgy In The Garden

by Podgy Hodgy & Beryls Garden

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A Dithyramb for Dionysius The pagans’ll like this A celebration for a god who makes grapes into wine Snapped shake off the vine In a place we forgot over time In a world that ages each day into smouldering decay Wasting away What world do we live in Do we hand out pearls to the masses They sit down on a beach With a towel and a speech Say all lives matter and bask in the heat Well how about a dose of the truth From a generation that speaks bolder than you With a screwed face and middle finger up to Colston Throw the colonists in the ocean Lost at sea with the rest of the urchins Man that don’t stop the skirmish The world is burning The world is hurting We bend and break so much the world stopped turning Blue faces, marooned cases And words that take shape as snakes We take the a list off the radar We raped Mother Nature So I sit and wait for a gaping quasar
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Stay 02:00
Pocket full of nugs and I’m stuck on the bus 143 and I rush for the hugs With a scowl and a buzz too a mouthful of dust in a crowd I adjust Say fuck who you love Literally Fuck who you love and those that you want too Face full of hair like Tontu Case full of colours in a monsoon Bit of Marconi and a sip from a long brew Wish I was a cartoon Harpoon enemies Honeydew remedies Couple dead Kennys on a screen full of dreams And some other dumb line about finding serenity Belly of the beast And I’m ready for a feast The penny drops as soon as finish my elegy Suit and a tux and I’m ready for Bowser Rebel Rouser in a room full of downers 2 Huge Schnauzers Mamma gonna laugh Louder The pallet in my room like Flounder There’s a war outside And a poor man stalls when his brains deep fried in a mixture Of force fed lies that he sees online That his mate took time to type up Fuck all you wild pups Wide eyed transcribe words into bile bruh Think outside helps with the downsides Well what’s a hobby sound like when the world dies? I’m enamoured by the riddles and the rush Listening to Liddle on the bus Cuddling a plush when I’m out in the rain And I rust Don’t make me stay on the cusp, BRUH!
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Piriton 03:36
I wake up Attitude ready for the shake up Sunny day I walk away and take a couple tabs to take pain away My sinuses are tightening eyes are red this world is frightening Psychedelic almost isometric dots They gonna whirl around in my head I wake up Gonna be a little too broken up Open up, flash flood of colour mixed in with the blood of my elders Pick a poison, won’t enjoy it, Button mashing, super smashing now I’m crashing Tea in the E Mug Bijou next to me but Breh Life’s no walk in the park My inhibition take shape in the dark With a cane and a spark And a way to the start Stepping up anti gravity space age Pay Days prepping up for away days Turning a corner I kick back and I order up takeaways spinning like a beyblade Stay in my room Don’t be insolent bud Why so ignorant bruh? All the worlds a stage to play in but you decay you such an ignorant dud Chinwags and bin bags I’m stumbling into a rush Push Back Push Back Helter skelter babbling like elemelons and Helen Keller I made propellers I’m going up Imma escalate With a feather Weight You seeing things and I’m Uri Geller Imma hella scary You hella lairy Bounce and boogie and a masterpiece Pollen inside olfactory I awake and I’m dropping I tempt fate when I’m jogging I bend break when I’m coughing I step shake and I drop in to a cave and I’m sobbing Earthquake at the bottom I stir shaking and I bother Hurt mates with a comma in a sentence that’s been going to long I can’t stop it Assumptions been made bruh This razor ain’t belonging to occam It’s belonging to me In a world of Ed Edd N Eddys I’m tryna be a double D This a hotel for Hazbins My ingenuity lacking I push Back for the adlibs I’m tired of falling back down this pit Push Back Don't Lose Hope Piriton
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(Podgy Hodgy) I passed away in my teens and resurrected in my 20’s Head banging to shikari whilst I’m picking up the pennies Hop upon a Pegasus and then position when I’m ready Imma get upon a groove until my brother slay an enemy on Drakenguard Knocking back a bru then I’m taking off Bit of drake and Josh in the interval The pinnacle of conjuring Raps songs getting be longer than the average A savage standing on the tippy top of a waking god I’m the midnight giant Go to bed with a middle finger up to a tyrant Siren when I’m buzzing but Bruh I ain’t violent Imma running like I’m dash and disappearing like I’m violet I’m the pilot Crashing over Himalayas On a mission dishing dirty at 11:30 playing Bandicoot A couple savages be mad at me I’m saddened by the way world aint as mad as the parachutes we had at school There’s holes in my jumpers Packed lunches in Abundance Time to wunder Along Listening to sleepy song Have a couple dreams about Mini Figures and Digimon Craig Charles and Razor Blu Tac battles and a couple claymations on the way when I’m aimless And If I’m laughing then I’m happy babe Knocking back an irn bru and unwrap a packet of Jaffa cakes (coolguy?) Windchimes take me back to a time Primary colours that rhyme Some freshly washed towels Long grass and dandelions make the fever go SNIFF Bare nasal drip Purple shit pon the jowels Catches so many rays call me rayman I'm talkin way before day man The night man cometh Buddies are baked goods Burnt down the woods Fucked his coat in the mud Stanky chick ya big lummox Flummoxed my stomach Got coke in the shitmix Powdah no kalie I'm down but I skipped trips Fuckit bredda that's way too full on Put the shrooms in my brew an I'm already gone Peppered my breath on my Agumon An im pon way pon way pon way pon pon Carry my pam ooh, bumpin some Damu Come in like Bahamut no Ramuh Rule the night on a pill an a pushbike My manz got a raid so we achey on the kushlite We lag, face saggin call em hush guppies Chin wag jaw sag swag out wid slush puppies Fuck me. So sugary. I got the shakes Bump the bass, drop a lung, the smoke vibrates Meditate on the weight, stave off the outbreak I'm packin the Iron Bruh but I forgot jaffa cakes
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Verse 1: GR3YWXLF Dice roll for a cause then fight or flight on them odds, Broken halo paving ways for powers swaying at large could, all fall apart, if I don’t do right by discourse This final advance I don’t fancy the thought Just a saint, soul way below par, State, thoughts above my pay grade and higher than stars, What’s the first of your name if you never ever outlast? Tell me really, what’s a crown to a god? poisoned testament, so what’s your speech to these Psalms What’s an aim without ideals or a hand to raise arms There was never one direction it was 6 from the start, a resting target if you’re ever caught, sleeping in war, Really You should be alarmed on my Finn and Jake battling and learning, Demon blood sword wielding Time eternal, burning like fire princess stoking flames throwing schemes up on the furnace, In this maze lost in egress What’s the meaning? What’s the meaning? What’s a tapestry to sketches dissolved? burning bridges, sunset staring in fog What’s a dream without a nightmare to go and solve? What’s a fence without that grass is always greener facade? Planted roses, blossoming all beauty and thorns Verse 2: Podgy Hodgy What's the world look like when it's switched off? What's the game look like when you press pause? What's Icky to a brick? What's a spliff to a wick? Or the axiom of a failure to a lost cause? What's stone to Medusa? Bullies to losers Mediocrity to Faluza Tying up a noose get a boost till you dropping into something that seems so new it's confusing Winning to losing Bruh, what's picking to choosing? Pick N Mix to a tube full of laces All lives matter to races Chance to complacency What's a scream to a shout? Or a God to a King? Or a King to a pauper Paupers to priests who condemn at the alter Jobs to a stay at home layabout Down and out talking bout bricks to the morter Trees to a drink PB to Marcy Staying in sync or blood stains on a car seat Peace to the army Infact what's a mate to a man who's sick to death of him being so sarcy? Stoke to Manny Babysitters to a nanny The unhinged cycle of abuse to a life where you start to feel happy Poorly made beats to ones that sound crappy Man's whats a world to a whisper Bows and whimper Life without you in the picture ANYTHING TO ANYTHING And before I assert dominance This is my war cry amidst the apocalypse
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C-11 02:54
I’m Jennyanydots Spending the Pentecost sucking all the penny’s out the floorboards Andecot tea when I spend a pretty penny in a corner shop Calling out orders big baller big ball old walker when a pit falls coming It’s a disk skip jumping to the back Got ganj when a piss fall humming a tune that isn’t recollected properly Televised monotony I screech in tounges High priest with guns I breathe my lungs Might cease I Run Tight squeeze I hug Quiet peeps with love I might teach cheech how to squeeze a Chong into a bubble that’s been popping like zit on a prick that flips shit when his lids popped off real quick Bag of tangfastics , this beat is far from boombastic Passing us With masterful skills What does it take to be obsolete Off a beat Hip skip jump off of a log into an odd retreat of chronicles that far to reach Spittle only fuses all the bruises to the clueless with the coughs and splutters How’s about you stop and Put the pieces back together you’re a feather in hurricane Bragging bout some other names You moving like Matilda You’re minds a little river band Banging on a gamelan Raging battalion of troops thats rambunctious Lungs full of holes thanks to tar, mixed with old acrylic and a couple hole punchers Carved from intoxication and smoked blunders Ash like snow in a tundra Wriggle in your sleep until you stop to take a deep breathe Sleeping forever, that’s what Were hoping will cease stress Gimme the keys to heaven C-11
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Session 04:00
Beat 1 Coming out of stoke with an oatcake Bend brake snap then I throw shade Don’t make sense Confidence knocked since aged 10 I don’t make friends till 8 years later Wading in waters Bruh I’m a beast don’t send me to the slaughter Just like your daughter Typing up shit with no meaning Without telling peeps how I’m feeling Seeds inside of the pouch Laze all over the seatee Breath heavy on a simple task Shut up bruh this ain’t a simple plan I’m a simple man with big dreams about nothing I cut up paper and colour in something relating to CN Stimpy with no Ren Wait that’s Nick Toons Forgot what I said then Waiting for a big boom Big Bang Beat 2 I’ve been sitting inside of ooo Wondering which delicacy I can tuck into I dream of plastic mathematicians and distorted algorithms in the back of the prison where my mind been sitting I might start spinning and take on winning as a permenant hobby Or take a couple pills in the lobby Flame Princess and Finn interlocked in the earths core Bored out my mind with this jigsaw Bit raw Beat 3 Podgys nominated for the worst rolled L’s Everybody's dealing with stress so well Wild guess, you could say that I’m hated Some say baited? Some say sedated
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Theres lack holes in your mouth Go scowl till you drown Nicotine stained teeth you the clowns that Finn hates The dinner plates filled to the brim Theres grease stains on your chin The amalgams off Slicing taraxacum these little bastards come in hoards you been fighting off omens when you Laugh and cough You a well known laughing stock Crashing on a beat You been laughing off of trees Polliwog State meet a lollipop fate When your popping off toddling to oligarch mates the estates darkplace No Garth I’ve been swerving in a go kart gargling Slushie Tripping of a mushie see Softer than my plushies be Gushing blood meat huff and puff then I’m pushing out portions Scribbling images distorted Martha muppet in the room where Zippy be Hippy hippy shake I’ve been sat in a chippy mate Greasy spoon nibbles tucking pickles into shitty papes Pickpocket nicking all the minifigures in a bigger place No Twist but you gotta pick a pocket or too BoJo string him up by his ho joes Go go gadget with a hatchet he a no show wonder what the fuck we’re gonna do Fuck we gonna do It’s alright Right? What else can I say they (seem to be having their way) We some rowdy octopuses in Planktopoless This place is populated by a Stephen King Omnibus Calling off searches this kraken gonna take care of all of us Bruh I’m Hodkinsinowa Ad spoke these words about the boy thats Never going far He been dreaming about raiding coke palaces in Borgata with Escobar Talking miromete with Konata Bakugan roller on a falling star Stuck inside a bubble that’s popping every minute Ronny rapping bout hadron colliders tossing old linen on a pile next to tubes of acrylic Hoping one day me and him gonna own a car That's never gonna happen Gonna keep rapping till everything falls apart Chapped fingers off an ocarina This chaps pissed watching philomena An old dreamer Everything hurts growth spurts all Wert me and Greg came to burgle you’re turts Imbalance of power every hour is an old reaper Big beasts you a gold schemer Timelords on the tele and my belly hurts Can’t breathe bruh Can it get any worse? It’s alright? Let the rain fall down

about

In 2018, Stoke On Trent based rapper Podgy Hodgy released his first EP to a modest response. During this time, Podgy has encountered problems settling into a routine of mundanity and has become entangled in the inexcusable deterioration of the world around him. In other words, he got upset with both the way things were going with the world and got comfy doing nothing. However this didn’t stop him from keeping a positive mindset, as well as gaining a reputation for being a cartoon character. At the start of 2020, the world was plunged into uncertainty and impending doom. It looked as if it was the end.

Podgy, who was living in Manchester at the time, knew that he needed to escape the city, and into an area of comfortability once again. Not only that, but he needed to find a way to stop the apocalypse from affecting his life back home.

Fortunately, Podgy found refuge at a friends house. This friend was local producer and part time shrub, Beryls Garden. Beryl welcomed Podgy into his luxury abode on the condition that Podgy pay him rent (this included forest bracken, kindling, moss and the occasional snail). However, during a tour around Beryl’s house, the two found themselves trapped in Beryls studio / break room, where they would spend the next 2 months waiting for someone to swoop in and rescue them from their soon to be live in coffin. They lived off a diet of Irn Bru and Jaffa cakes, and passed the time engaging in crossword puzzles and meaningless script writing.

In the last 2 weeks of their predicament, Beryl and Podgy decided to record a collection of songs using what instruments and technology they had available at the time. The product is Podgy In The Garden, a warped memorandum of surrealistic Malaprops, disjointed communications and psychedelic stanzas over Beryl’s signature lazy and some would say barely audible production. In a world that’s gone crazy, they might as well add to that craziness.
StishFish Records Presents, Podgy In The Garden, in all it’s ridiculous glory.

Thank you to Ben Oakes, G3RYWXLF, Alex Taylor, coolguy?, all the jaffa cake people, munchkins, interdimensional travellers, stoke in general, all the friends I have, people, stuff, and Beryl.

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released July 17, 2020

Raps - Podgy
Beats - Beryl

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