1. Sole, born Tim Holland, is an alternative hip hop artist and a co-founder of the anticon. collective. Sole is known for his dense, often dark stream-of-consciousness writing style. His verses are often filled with abstraction, metaphor and sarcasm while avoiding or deconstructing traditional hip hop topics. His albums and record label have been featured in magazines such as Playboy and The Wire. Sole is also a producer and releases his self-produced experiments under the alias mansbestfriend, taken from the name of his Apple G4 computer
Sole was born in 1977 in Portland, Maine. He recorded his first demo in 1992. He shopped the demo to Entertainment Resources International. There was serious interest, and he was flown to Florida to record a few songs. However, the record deal fell through, and soon after, at age 15, sole got together a new group called "45 Below Records", which included Alias, JD Walker and a DJ Cuz the Highlander, now better known as Moodswing9, and together released an album titled "Mad Skillz and Unpaid Billz" under the moniker "Northern Exposure", selling more than 300 copies. At the age of 16, sole pressed up his first 12" and gave it away for free at the 1995 Gavin Convention. In 1996 sole started up a "Webzine" and online radio station, run directly from his basement bedroom in Portland, Maine. His Live Poets 12" from 1997 garnered some press and college radio play, selling a few thousand copies and leading to connections with other like-minded artists like Doseone (Adam Drucker), Jel (Jeffrey Logan), Atmosphere, The Shape Shifters, and the Sebutones (Sixtoo (Vaughn Robert Squire) and Buck 65 (Richard Terfry)). In early 1998, Sole and Pedestrian (James Brandon Best), coined the name Anticon, and together started the collectively owned record label of the same name. In the summer of 1998 Sole, Alias, and Doseone traveled to Minneapolis and together with Slug of Atmosphere recorded the first official Anticon album Deep Puddle Dynamics. Pedestrian and Sole eventually left for California, settling in the Bay Area. Anticon. is currently owned by eight members, Sole, Alias, Pedestrian, Jel, Doseone, Why? (Yoni Wolf), Baillie Parker, and Odd Nosdam (David Madson), well-known for his instrumental albums and his production work on Sole's albums.
Sole is married to Yasamin Holland. Her name and references to her can be heard scattered throughout his lyrics.
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2. SOLE (쏠; stylized as SOLE) is a South Korean singer-songwriter and producer under Amoeba Culture. She is a former member of the girl group Live High.
She made her solo debut on November 3, 2017 with digital single "Ride".
Stage Name: SOLE (쏠)
Birth Name: Lee So Ri (이소리)
Birthday: October 5th, 1993
Zodiac: Libra
Hometown: Busan, South Korea
• She makes her own songs, and gets inspiration from her life.
• Her role model is Beyonce.
• She sort of plays the guitar, but says that learning instruments is hard.
• She has a male kitten called Sinbi.
• Sole wants to be an artist on everyone’s playlist, not for fame but because her song felt relateable / touched the heart of the listener.
• She went to an all girls high school.
• She didn’t feel that she was a celebrity until she saw the number of views and comments on her debut MV.
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The Priziest Horse
Sole Lyrics
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with shattered glass in my voice
writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still
counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket
in fact I make love with electric outlets
In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead;
when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us
the battle wages over future addictions
Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams
They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background
And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see
who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight
so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches
(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)
I've been a rock as long as I've lived
since everything has to be a nobel prize winner
I should've quit when I saved the ozone
I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest
and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in
Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?
Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden
Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano
record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands
Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time
watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes
Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us
now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles
I won't forget, the little things escape
through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick
And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection
and have a life of their own, well get rich you'll hate it too..
I promise..
[Chorus]
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
it's not that heavy, make pretend
it's someone else's party, what a gas
Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet
At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet
between God's bald spots where the sky stops
I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones
despite all the America going on, it's all Rome
Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you can't find solace
in the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone
we're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough
In the party that never ends, 'cause no one knows how to clean up the mess
What's up with all the gags?
Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em
and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone
killing to be recognized as something that you're not
Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names
Since you love yourself so much, keep it away from me
'Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls
and that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body
Quit playing kid games with your old tongue
'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one:
I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV
After all is said and done, we barely have memories
so I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty
Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human..
[Chorus]
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
it's not that heavy, make pretend
it's someone else's party, what a gas
The opening lines of Sole’s song The Priziest Horse allude to the fact that the singer is not the most successful or accomplished person in the world. He is not the “priziest horse,” or the “classiest fighter,” but rather is characterized by his voice, which sounds like it has been shattered by the artist’s experiences in life. Despite his difficult past, the singer continues to write his name on the wall, a metaphor for leaving his mark on the world. He is still using the tools given to him by his high school, despite the fact that he has moved on from that time in his life. Sole’s reference to counting electric sheep at night and making love with electric outlets creates a surreal contrast to the prosaic struggles of the people around him.
The second verse of The Priziest Horse is even more surreal than the first, with references to flying pigs and impending death. Nonetheless, the singer is undeterred by these dark thoughts and continues to narrate the lives of the people around him. Sole’s lyrics about sleeping on benches and narrating the lives of others are both poignant and symbolic. He suggests that the best historians are those who experience the world from a distance, but who are able to appreciate the little things in life that escape the attention of others. Sole’s lyrics paint a vivid picture of a world that is ephemeral and mysterious, yet deeply moving and profound.
One of the most interesting things about The Priziest Horse is the way that it combines surreal and vivid imagery with social commentary. Sole’s lyrics are both personal and political, and they offer a unique perspective on the struggles of modern life. This song is a masterful portrayal of the complexities and contradictions of contemporary society, and it reminds us that poetry and music still have the power to challenge and inspire.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter
I'm not the best or the most talented
with shattered glass in my voice
my voice is broken and rough
writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still
I'm still doing childish things and haven't moved on from high school
counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket
I have trouble sleeping and use technology as a comfort
in fact I make love with electric outlets
I have a self-destructive personality and engage in risky behavior
In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead;
I have nightmares and am constantly feeling threatened
when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us
in reality, there isn't a clear difference between good and bad
the battle wages over future addictions
we are constantly fighting to avoid addiction in the future
Something's missing, and I can't quite focus on it
I feel like there's something I'm missing, but I can't figure out what it is
Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams
we give up on our dreams and forget about them
They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background
I'm trying to blend in and not be noticed
And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see
I'm hiding and observing others
who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight
I'm judging people based on how they handle their money
so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches
even though people work hard to provide for their children, sometimes they miss the important things
(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)
why are so many people unnoticed and marginalized?
I've been a rock as long as I've lived
I have been strong and stable throughout my life
since everything has to be a nobel prize winner
there is a lot of pressure to achieve great things
I should've quit when I saved the ozone
even though I've accomplished great things, I should have stopped while I was ahead
I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest
if I can't connect with my loved ones, it's time for me to take a break and re-evaluate
and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in
I need to overcome my fears and move forward like others who are struggling to survive
Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?
I am struggling to get by, and people expect me to be happy
Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden
people suggest I should do simple, happy things to make myself feel better
Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano
let me know when you experience great redemption
record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands
it will be a painful experience when you fail
Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time
you will come to realize that your expectations were unrealistic and you were tied down by them all along
watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes
my friends don't want to see the pain I'm going through
Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us
I feel horrible and misunderstood, and people are trying to regurgitate what I'm saying
now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles
society tries to divide us with labels and titles that are meaningless
I won't forget, the little things escape
I still remember the small details that often go unnoticed
through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick
I express myself openly and passionately
And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection
I observe people trying to escape their problems and leave behind their responsibilities
and have a life of their own, well get rich you'll hate it too..
people who attain great wealth often become unhappy and unfulfilled
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
I feel like everything is falling apart, and I can't hold it all together
it's not that heavy, make pretend
I try to make myself believe that it's not as bad as it seems
it's someone else's party, what a gas
I feel like I don't belong and that I'm just going through the motions
Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet
I'm able to keep my composure even in stressful situations
At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet
I feel stuck and unable to see the bigger picture
between God's bald spots where the sky stops
in the vastness of the sky, there are empty spaces where God isn't present
I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones
I feel like I'm stuck and unnecessary, like a gallstone inside the earth
despite all the America going on, it's all Rome
despite America's power and influence, it's also just a symbol of the rise and fall of powerful empires
Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you can't find solace
I encourage others to keep moving forward and not give up until they find peace
in the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone
people should focus on controlling themselves before trying to control others
we're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough
we are all limited in some way and are unable to express ourselves fully
In the party that never ends, 'cause no one knows how to clean up the mess
society is like an endless party, but no one knows how to fix the problems we create
What's up with all the gags?
why is everyone putting up a facade?
Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em
everyone is damaged in some way
and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone
someone is trying to understand why we are all trying so hard to be someone else
killing to be recognized as something that you're not
people are willing to do anything to be recognized, even if it means being someone they are not
Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names
people spend so much time trying to create a persona for themselves that they forget who they really are
Since you love yourself so much, keep it away from me
people who are self-obsessed can be exhausting to be around
'Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls
I've been in shallow relationships that have left me feeling empty
and that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body
I feel like there is something wrong with me, even though I don't know what it is
Quit playing kid games with your old tongue
stop trying to act like a child with a mature voice
'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one:
don't act like you know everything and try to sell your ideas until they're actually valuable
I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV
I live in the city and try to stay uninvolved in everything, even though I used to be consumed by television
After all is said and done, we barely have memories
when everything is over, all we have left is our memories
so I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty
I express myself honestly, even if it's trivial or unimportant
Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human..
I feel like I'm unworthy or unimportant compared to others
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
I feel like everything is falling apart, and I can't hold it all together
it's not that heavy, make pretend
I try to make myself believe that it's not as bad as it seems
it's someone else's party, what a gas
I feel like I don't belong and that I'm just going through the motions
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Matthew Naylor
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter
With shattered glass in my voice
Writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still
Counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket
In fact I make love with electric outlets
In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead;
When I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us
The battle wages over future addictions
Something's missing, and I can't quite focus on it
Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams
They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background
And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see
Who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight
So they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches
(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)
I've been a rock as long as I've lived
Since everything has to be a nobel prize winner
I should've quit when I saved the ozone
I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest
And hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in
Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?
Make an angel on the beach or pick a bouquet in your garden
Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano
Record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands
Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time
Watching friends drag by cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes
Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us
Now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles
I won't forget, the little things escape
Through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick
And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection
And have a life of their own, we'll get rich you'll hate it too..
I promise..
[Hook]
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
It's not that heavy, make pretend
It's someone else's party, what a gas
Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet
At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet
Between God's bald spots where the sky stops
I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones
Despite all the America going on, it's all Rome
Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you can't find solace
In the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone
We're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough
In the party that never ends, cause no one knows how to clean up the mess
What's up with all the gags?
Is it a gas that's fogging your socket?
Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em
And someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone
Killing to be recognized as something that you're not
Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names
Since you love yourself so much, just keep it away from me
Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls
And that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body
Quit playing kid games with your old tongue
'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one:
I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV
After all is said and done, we barely have memories
So I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty
Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human..
[Hook]
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
It's not that heavy, make pretend
It's someone else's party, what a gas
Gizmatic O'Pappy
Still as amazing as the first time I heard this. Never gets old. Love this album.
Kenny C
This song, right here. This is what truly opened my eyes to the brilliant side of hip hop.
Matthew Naylor
Love how many people here know this is one of the greatest tracks in existence. The emotion of that horn, the skippy scrappy drums and his bleak but insightful, dystopian lyrics with that rapid delivery - just such an incredible combination.
UrbanuralOfficial
It's so beautiful to rediscover this piece after a while!
Matt
He has an unreal voice and deliverance on this track
Matthew Naylor
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter
With shattered glass in my voice
Writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still
Counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket
In fact I make love with electric outlets
In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead;
When I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us
The battle wages over future addictions
Something's missing, and I can't quite focus on it
Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams
They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background
And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see
Who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight
So they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches
(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)
I've been a rock as long as I've lived
Since everything has to be a nobel prize winner
I should've quit when I saved the ozone
I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest
And hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in
Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?
Make an angel on the beach or pick a bouquet in your garden
Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano
Record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands
Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time
Watching friends drag by cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes
Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us
Now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles
I won't forget, the little things escape
Through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick
And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection
And have a life of their own, we'll get rich you'll hate it too..
I promise..
[Hook]
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
It's not that heavy, make pretend
It's someone else's party, what a gas
Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet
At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet
Between God's bald spots where the sky stops
I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones
Despite all the America going on, it's all Rome
Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you can't find solace
In the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone
We're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough
In the party that never ends, cause no one knows how to clean up the mess
What's up with all the gags?
Is it a gas that's fogging your socket?
Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em
And someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone
Killing to be recognized as something that you're not
Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names
Since you love yourself so much, just keep it away from me
Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls
And that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body
Quit playing kid games with your old tongue
'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one:
I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV
After all is said and done, we barely have memories
So I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty
Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human..
[Hook]
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
It's not that heavy, make pretend
It's someone else's party, what a gas
Ivory Tower Music
I wish i had these lyrics so i could of memorized them
Ivory Tower Music
Ty so much
M a r r o w
His finest record. Amazing production goes a long way.
Mr AB
One of my favourites tunes. Thanks guys!