Lyrics Example – Concrete
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I stumble, awake from slumber
I grab my little soft wool Fred Perry number
Dressed in my Sunday best, head to toe
I got glow in my cheeks but my spirit is low
My journey varies so you couldn’t even time it
I want to preach more but I couldn’t even rhyme it
Measured plans to steal a piece of the limelight
Time’s just right for a stab at the extreme
I plot my wet dream with surrealist esteem
And cover up the cracks with some Nivea cream
To go it all alone with my one-man team
I step back in disgrace as I join the rat race
Knew it was the last time I’d sleep at her place
Never touch a cheek that belonged to her face
Never feel the warm smooth flesh on her waist
I pack my suitcase, with food and toothpaste
Head out into the streets and put on my screwface
To find a new place where I can boogie down
Where people smile back and their faces don’t frown
Where man about town don’t drink and then ruck
Chuck stones and then duck when the blue lights flash
And to you that’s brash, but enough hearts are cold
I scale landscapes and the truth unfolds
Big city, you want me to play
You’re making me feel low
You get shitty when the crowds don’t pity you, where are we going to go to?
Big city, you want me to stay
You’re making me feel weak
No longer in line for a choice in life
Hit the first stage of the hibernation
This perfect darkness is a weird sensation
Escape from a nation of twisted creatures
Where their features are lost in accrued stagnation
Like a treasure chest I rest in a cave
I have to be brave, there’s too much to crave
‘Cause it hurts me dearly to leave the scheme
Will I see more clearly when I lose the team?
Aggravated by hate, I’m a moody bastard
Fidgeting, just two days I lasted
Remove my cocoon to the tune of silence
I head for the light, crazed loom for violence
The sunlight blinds me, I’m back to basics
The field that once stood has received a facelift
I make moves to revisit emotion
My mind tries not to envisage commotion
Bricks and mortar replaces water
Blood relations bring their sons and daughters
I’m caught in a practice with no supporter
We pack them in tight like lambs for the slaughter
Damn, it’s like we crave torture
See it every day on a people transporter
Can’t breathe, choc-a-bloc, going berserk
Misery, and that’s just my journey to work
Big city, you want me to play
You’re making me feel low
You get shitty when the crowds don’t pity you, where are we going to go to?
Big city, you want me to stay
You’re making me feel weak
No longer in line for a choice in life
We’re thinking on our feet
I pen words for the plebby ‘uns
Sipping on their Evian
Try to stay heavy on the gold for the tourists
Purists hate piracy
The sword that cut me belonged to jealousy
And I’ll never see sense in this urban jungle
Your dreams come true, quite soon they mug you
And friends might tell you they love you
But make a mint for yourself and they’ll shove you.
Big city, you want me to play
You’re making me feel low
You get shitty when the crowds don’t pity you, where are we going to go to?
Big city, you want me to stay
You’re making me feel weak
No longer in line for a choice in life
We’re thinking on our feet
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Example – Example - What We Almost Made
