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Billy

by DOSS

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In the hopes of just a lucky night on the town, ‘Billy’ unfolds as a harrowing tale, forsaking catchy choruses for a descent into an all-too-real shadow of masculine depravity. The single bounces around three distinct movements, each more intense and disorienting than the last. As the night wears on, the facade of normalcy fractures, giving way to a maelstrom of impulsive choices. With jagged edges and relentless abrasion, there’s a focus on the abstract feel as the bassline grooves with a disconcerting pulse, while guitars and synths convulse in a glitchy cacophony. ‘Billy’ becomes a dance of violent madness—a relentless barrage of dissonance and chaos, refusing any semblance of redemption.

lyrics

Speak of the Devil
Well here he fuckin’ comes
He’s coming through with the roughness
And he’s feeling like a don
His name is Billy big baws’
And he’s walking down that road
Got a big ol’ bag of proper
And he’s feeling like a god
He bears the weight of it all
In his chest and on his shoulders
Always trying to get up that hill
And he’s always dropping the boulder
But tonight he’s feeling fresh
New kicks, fresh trim, and fade
Looking good, feeling good, absolutely buzzing
Billy canny’ wait
He tans a half bottle at the gaff
Couple of lines , Just rolling about
Having a pure laugh
Billy feels big, Billy feels real tough
But inside he knows that its all a bluff
He knows he can only trust a few
He fears no man, he fears no crew
Brings a lock back intae’ the town
No intention to use it unless the shit goes down

*Calls a Taxi*

The taxi arrives and the journey commences
The stimulants have heightened Big Billy’s senses
His nerves are tense, He’s a bit uptight
Feeling quite good but somethings not right
But we stash that down deep inside
Like his father had taught him by being pure snide
He bottles that up for another day
Hop out the taxi and the drivers paid
He flies into Nico’s Bar
Necks a couple sambuca
And a couple of Jars
He’s geein’ cunts daggers, got a nasty old frown
Surrounded by people but alone in the room
Spots a wee honey across the bar
Absolute ten like a fucking movie star
So he siles up, real casual like
He’s not just bark he’s also bite
Starts chatting her up, Feeling her up
Being too keen, Cant stand rejection
And he feels real mean
So he calls her a slag and he starts to shout
Little does he know her boyfriends about
7 foot tall, as wide as the Clyde
No where to run and no where to hide
Billy knows the score, its gonna’ kick off’
Hes been here before, and it was all for the graft

*Altercation*

Left Hook tae’ the side of Billy’s Jaw
His head starts spinning as he falls to the floor
The adrenaline is pumping, so he gets back to his feet
He sticks the heid’ on this cunt and bursts his fuckin’ beak
Theres blood pouring everywhere on the king of Pollok
White t-shirt looking like a Jackson Pollock
They fall out into the street, in the dirt and in the beer
Billy feels he’s losing, Billy starts to feel fear
So he goes into his waistband
And brands his blade man
A split second decision, he makes an incision
Billy wizny’ evil, Billy wizny’ a villain
Just confused and spiteful
Never intended to be killin’ Anybody.

But now his life is made
He’s made his bed and he must sleep in it
He’s turned his life upside down
He’s turned it inside out.

He’s turned it upside down
He’s turned it inside out.

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released March 29, 2024

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DOSS Glasgow, UK

DOSS is my wee solo project, recording and producing tunes in ma bedroom.
Its a fusion of both minimalist beats and driving guitars/bass, paired with the bitter rantings of an angry Glaswegian cunt.
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