Kae Tempest - Salt Coast (Official Visualizer)

I love the way Kae Tempest connects our contemporary experiences with our ancients - these poems are epics.

____i_love_you_

Thank you for this beautiful song `ღ´

Worüber singt sie?

Brilliant

you did an amazing job! <3

Maior poeta que temos

A kae ❤

wtf is this

❤

I love it when I stumble across something so deeply rooted in personal honesty and raw truth. So much horse shit about and you Kae are a force for good and it resonates and I think people feel it and know it and want more of it. Bring it on girl! Short sharp wordsmithing at its best. Thank you. Wish I could go see you In Auckland this weekend but alas cannae. Another time I hope.

Wopila Tanka

Awsome from the first listen.

Poetry

Kae❤️

Insane tune

this is proper full on anne clarke...
inspired

THIS IS THE MESSAGE I NEEDED TO HEAR!! 1 TIME LISTENING TO kAY BECAUSE I SAW HER FLYER ON THE STREET AND OMG!!THIS IS SO GOOD AND I NEEDED TO HEAR THIS EXACT WORDS !!I CANNOT BELIEVE IM SEEING HER SOON AFTER I FOUND THIS!!LET THE HEALING BEGIN AND TRY BETTER DO BETTER BE BETTER!! THIS WAS THE SIGN FOR ME....

I love this. Also the brass section. See you tonight in Vienna!

AlF3a officinalis = marshmallow. 13 + 9 + 9 + 9 = ego sum. Time for mjolnir; the ice is melting; suck it up.

Didn't think much of it until I suddenly started crying.

I have to say that when you're making a track beyond 3 minutes, you really need to do more than just repeat over & over. I would have progressed the track & changed it up here & there.. added sweeteners, re-enforced the drums, etc. I am frustrated with the lack of ingenuity in music these days. It felt a bit tired & monotonous by the 4 minute mark.

This is beauty beyond words. I cry when I listen to it. I'm 61 and from Aotearoa New Zealand and so relatable I think where ever we're from. It moves my soul. What a gift. ❤️❣️❤️

i'm in awe. What a song!!!!

It’s ironic I have no words for the magic of the way you arrange words! Thank you for resonating with my soul. Pure poetry, pure magic, goosebumps. Much love ❤ Kae you are a magician ✨

This song changed my life.

If this is going for amateur spoken word poetry trying to pass itself off as rap, then that goal has been achieved… But… If you are going for Rap/music, then it lacks emotion, performance, and style… The music needs a little work and polish as well… Can you sing a hook or get a backup singer to do it? Can you convey different emotions in your voice and performance… Loose yourself, in the music, the moment…. You feel me? We gotta feel you… We gotta understand you… You gotta transport us to that place and show us the beauty in your art… This lacks feeling, it’s like a poetry epidural that has me feeling numb from my naval to my toes and I really want to feel something down there… You got this!!! You can do it!!!

This is awesome Kae. Much love from Nigeria 🇳🇬

You know every now and then a song stops you in your tracks like bang 💥.

How the hell they're able to release only absolute banger albums, where every track is better than the last, is beyond me. Literally never had a "Mmm, I'll just skip this one." moment on this or any other album of theirs.

Kae is the true successor to Betjeman.
A poet laureate for the heart and soul of all in modern Britain. Our hopes, our fears, our pride and our disdain in everything wonderful and awful in this land and time.

I just found myself crying. What a deep soul....

What you write and what you sing speaks to me...please continue...Line, nanny, 63, Lyon, France

the emotions this causes all clashing together are beauty

Quite possibly the most beautiful lyrics I've ever heard. You opened me like an autopsy and flowers spilled out. Do you know me? Are we all the same? You have angelic presence. It's a gift bestowed upon a lucky few. I hope I hear your words forever. Thank you for everything you do. Please never go away.

This really resonates with me, living by the sea most of my life. Living in London and Brighton for many years too.
It hits hard...

wonderful

Deeply touched...❤️

I thank you for having blessed my ears, this is incredible ❤️❤️❤️❤️

power and beautiful!!! I see you in Barcelona!!

First time I heard this it wasn’t my cup of tea, second time I was like… ok,

Now I think it’s my fave poet/rapper atm

I can really picture England with this. Masterpiece.

What happened to the t?

Kae wow 👌

this is just a masterpiece

💜

uau , so good

Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
All dressed up with nowhere to go
I love your sleeve-pulling nervousness
I love the way you crumble into chalk at your edges
I love the way you fade into a sky that is as endless
As your willingness to try
Keep going and it will get better
I love the way you push to get clear
I love the way you dance to get strong
Ancient
Slick clay, rock-formed, wet sand, moss-borne
What camе before
And what will come aftеr
Beneath the orderly queues, the bad moods, the nice views
The have-nots and have-toos, the night shifts in flat shoes
The discarded masks, the empty tubes
The colds, the flus, the reds
The blues, the buy-to-let, the play-to-lose
The white ace, the grey goose, the Michelin-starred, the fast food
The straight lies, the strange truth
I can hear the deep rasp of your laughter, joyful
Beneath the stifled resentments
And micro-aggressions
All part of the fabric
The tension woven so tight it defies its dimension
The see-but-don't-feel
The know-but-don't-mention
There you are; hedonistic, self-destructive, insecure
Trying to get away from the mistakes you've made before
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Veering into change
I appreciate your efforts
Acknowledging your privilege
But prone to back-stepping
Sure, it's not by our past that our future will be measured
It's by the very moment that we're slumping in, dishevelled
Six hours in to some TV show that tastes like the feeling of pizza
I know what you reach for
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Benched, waiting for a path to open up
Waiting for a thing that might make you old enough
To get into the pub
Where people drink to lost youth
I see you, scraping the gravel in your air max
So beautiful, so chaotic, so grounded
Home
Concrete and loam
Brick-dust and loans
Wood-floors
Screen-doors
And a place of your own
Pay it off the rest of your life, but who's asking?
Restless, the damp night approaching
Distilling the heat
Too long on your feet
Now you want to be free
From the strain of what's done in your name
Every single inch of you is somebody's claim
The familiar refrain
Of their glory and your shame
You just want to keep moving, the energy contained
Is spilling out and making trouble for you
Nothing is the same
You got out from underneath the weight of suffer and obey
The tyranny and hate of Britannia Rules the Waves
And now you swing your hips as you go strutting down the lane
I love you when I see you this plain
Your salt coast, your foul wind
Your old ghosts, your scrap tin
The browning of your leaves
And the greening of your rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain

"i love the way u dance to get strong"