Speak with a Slur

by leon Salgeuro

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1.
Expect 04:18
It would seem we’ve reached a misunderstanding I know I would seem like I don’t know what I’m here for You all think you had me all figured out As if I cannot function without the overbearing “support” If you refuse to listen, why should I expect you to know? With all the childish treatment, how do you expect me to grow? You may find I‘m a lot more better off than I show for If I could just loosen myself up But you’ve never been one to see How my brain goes against me Why do you have the notion To ask why I’m not open? I won’t talk until you’ve spoken (Getting low) (Let it rеst, you don’t know) I know I don’t like having the spotlight point in my direction But now, I think I can makе an exception Look, I really don’t need your acceptance I don’t wanna answer all your stupid questions Question my independence, mental directions I don’t think you have a grasp on the situation It’s here to stay, I don’t want your medication I guarantee you put upon yourself, man I just want you to hear us, but of course, you forgot Promise I’m not tryna put y’all down, were with me through a lot Not saying or doing I ought, not easy hearing Though the thoughts when you’re all that you’ve got (Just know) Your expectations won’t wear me out any more than you (Oh no) My miscommunications don’t work the ways you think they do But you’ve never been one to see How my brain goes against me Why do you have the notion To ask why I’m not open? I won’t talk until you’ve spoken Don't take a word I say seriously (Can you?) I hope it was worth it losing me Stop buying pills and ointments Know you’re set for disappointment Stun my brain for my enjoyment (Getting low) (Let it rest, you don’t know) (Where to go) (Hold me down, lose/use control) You’ve never been one to see How my brain goes against me Why do you have the notion To ask why I’m not open? I won’t talk until you’ve spoken Don't take a word I say seriously (Can you?) I hope it was worth it losing me Stop buying pills and ointments Know you’re set for disappointment Stun my brain for my enjoyment
2.
No Pressure 04:57
Is it wrong to doubt myself this bad? You tell me no one likes it when I think like that I can’t predict my future, we can’t reason like we should, no You know I would if I could, pretty good, I know Lisping when I think, kinda slurring when I speak And reviving all the memories I’m trying to dispose, oh So if I‘ve nowhere to stay Could you take me there anyway? Contemplate then second guess Where I should be (Or not to be) I admit now, I won’t pretend I burned my brains at both their ends I strain my eyes as I revise But nothing seems to leave me satisfied Is it wrong to doubt myself this bad? You tell me no one likes it when I think like that I can’t predict my future, we can’t reason like we should, no You know I would if I could, pretty good, I know Lisping when I think, kinda slurring when I speak And reviving all the memories I’m trying to dispose, oh (Don’t you tell me) So if I‘ve nowhere to stay (What I seek) Could you take me there anyway? (Say you wanna take me there!) Buried dreams collecting dust So what makes this one worth my time When hopes never really take me all that high? After all, it’s fixation and tradition that derived me That guides me, rewrites me, can’t hide So don’t you tell me to make up my mind In general, it’s exhausting just trying to find the right words And you’ve always been one to look down on where I lean towards I mean no disrespect, you’re just keeping me by your side, right? But what’s it worth when that means keeping me inside? They ask me, “Would this even work out in the long term? Can’t you strive for something that requires, say, effort? You’re better off owing more than you can make than puttin’ your sounds together Or you’ll be singing to nobody but the dirt, but don’t worry, there’s no pressure” The charge is wearing out, but the plug seems so far away You wanna hear my voice, you better hear what it has to say Who gave you the right, made you think you can decide When giving my all never leaves you satisfied? Is it wrong to doubt myself this bad? You tell me no one likes it when I think like that I can’t predict my future, we can’t reason like we should, no You know I would if I could, pretty good, I know Lisping when I think, kinda slurring when I speak And reviving all the memories I’m trying to dispose, oh So if I‘ve nowhere to stay I‘ve nowhere to stay, take me there anyway (Is it wrong to doubt myself this bad?) (You tell me no one likes it when I think like that) (I can’t predict my future, we can’t reason like we should, no) (You know I would if I could, pretty good, I know) (Lisping when I think, kinda slurring when I speak) (And reviving all the memories I’m trying to dispose, oh) (So if I‘ve nowhere to stay) (I‘ve nowhere to stay, take me there anyway) So if I don’t know where to go I guess I’ll just be staying home
3.
Hallway 04:20
(instrumental ...dummy)
4.
First Movement - Lynn Would it be hypocritical if you were to hear The words I’ve hid from you for the past year? That I had before I cut the rope? I know you know That something was there, that only came to me When I cut the connection I now look for desperately Hoping someday I could make it up to you someway When I smell smoke coming from the next room I pray it turns out to be you (But it just turned out to be you) My hands have always longed to feel your burn As my heart starts getting overworked Bursting like fireworks (Bursting like fireworks) (Bursting like fireworks) It seems I just get lost as I go further in When the line between weeks become months get more thin Start to decay Why the fuck did I push you away? Now the gate whence I came is engraved with all your names Yeah, I beat myself up, it’s just how I take blame Despite this dismay I hope this gets to you someday Won’t you come and pour down from the vent? Submerge my home and get my clothes wet I know I’ll find peace in the flood Take my breath away in more ways than one As neighbours call the waterworks Second Movement - Lizzie (It’s gonna be a long, long drive) I know I cut you off I scavenged for you desperately To my surprise, you found me But I didn’t tell you everything And now I just can’t help But get the feeling you can’t breathe I’ve never met him, but I find it kinda funny how you described His colours perfectly, the ones you now claim not to see The truth is, you were closer than I thought you’d be Would I have still bothered had I missed your gaze entirely Hypothetically? Did you ever really notice my absency? Now I have my doubts that we’ll ever have the same energy Talk so tongue-in-cheek (It’s gonna be a long, long drive) (It’s gonna be a long, long drive) Where does the time go? Is it alright if we talk some more? Simmer in our similar brainwaves? You’re still beautiful as you were before, if not more Oh, I never quite knew How alike we are, me and you It’s not everyday I‘m this fortunate If it slips from my grasp, I fall with it (I fall with it!) Third Movement - Tara Elizabeth I can’t seem to get to you through other means I’ll do my time for getting lost in a dream Whether for getting to comfortable, for doing the same thing You weren’t in the wrong to throw it all back to me I can’t seem to get to you through other means I’ll do my time for getting lost in a dream Whether for getting to comfortable, for doing the same thing You weren’t in the wrong to throw it all back to me I still wish I was there to stop me from locking the door ‘Cause it’s no help having seen this wall before Your voice will still resonate but won’t keep me up anymore Keep me grounded, help me to the door Isn’t that what friends are for?
5.
Scaffolding 04:57
Does it really show when I fluctuate When I try to translate to you? I wanna do the best I can For I know how to contain But I’ll short circuit again (You don’t have to lie, I know how I look) I promise I’m giving it all I can As long as the scaffold holds, I’m safe All the while the blueprint will start to change Xeroxed some traits of those surrounding Sold me to myself for a camouflage No, I can’t go through with this plan (I resort to the wall) I know this facade to doomed to fall Maybe it’s just a wake-up call (You don’t have to lie, I know this is on me) I just don’t know if I can All long as the scaffold holds, I’m safe The blueprint’s been altered, I’m afraid it may be too late I just hope what’s left of me will still remain If I could tear down the scaffold from around my brain

about

There's something to be admired in leon Salgeuro's brand of indie electro-pop underneath the rough GarageBand-for-the-iPhone production.

"Speak With a Slur" is a collage of keyboard sounds, colourful synths, wonky pop melodies, sharp rhythms, occasional guitar, and longing lyrics. Within its 32-minute runtime, leon dabbles in pop, synthwave, indie, a teaspoon of rock, and alternative sounds.

On the lyrical side, Speak with a Slur serves as a memoir of his teen years (note the release date the day before his 18th birthday) as a socially and emotionally impaired goof with fluctuating life goals, a brain he feels works against him, a struggle to process or handle love, and a family that hasn't the slightest insight into the neurodivergent experience. leon copes with his shortcoming the only way he's able to: through his frustrated, introspective, sometimes defeated songwriting and with the adolescent voice that sings (and raps) its way through the fog.

Considering the non-professional conditions these five songs were recorded in, the making of this EP was a process of leon punching above his weight as a songwriter, musician, producer, and perhaps as a person. An exercise of saying everything left unsaid, listening to yourself, and working with what you have. How's that for a 17-year-old?

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released November 29, 2020

written, recorded, produced, mixed, and mastered by leon Salgeuro
recorded anywhere he had his phone with him

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leon Salgeuro Centreville, Virginia

bedroom electropop

I am a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, vocalist, producer, son, and a music recording tech graduate.

I plan to be alive for the remainder of my life.

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