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The Streets
The Streets


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Настоящее имя Michael Geoffrey Skinner
Дата рождения 27 ноября 1978 г.
Откуда Birmingham, England, United Kingdom
Жанры Garage
Grime
Electronica
Folk
Годы 2000—н.в.
Лейблы Atlantic Records
679 Recordings
Locked On Records
Warner Music Group
Сайт Website



Альбом The Streets


Everything Is Borrowed (15.09.2008)
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This is my hour, I'm never going to bed.
The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
I'm not nod, I'm not napper, never rest my head.
Some days I feel I'm getting smaller and smaller,
But some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
And we keep shrinkin' and shrinkin' but this will not finish.
You're never nothing, if you didn't disappear.
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they change it.
Just when I'm loving life, it seems to start raining.
I pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and I'm into the stars.
I love the rain out my skies. The sky's now red, my eyes reflect jets.
Smiling at this blessing, this life is the best.

I came to this world with nothing
And I leave with nothing but love
Everything else is just borrowed

I want to notice chances I've passed without notice
I want to see details previously veiled.
I want to grab that chance, carry it home
So I can marry and know
That I noticed every chance
That I could have passed without notice
I saw details that to all were veiled.
And I grabbed those chances, carried them home
And then I'll have had it with roaming

I came to this world with nothing
And I leave with nothing but love
Everything else is just borrowed

I want to speak every cliche but tweak if I've seen change
In new way it could be said.

If it's bleak, or if the week's leaking down the street
Or if any days wasted I want to face facts.
My time on this earth is my only penny,
Wise is the gent counting every moment spent.
I don't want to explain things, don't wanna fill in the gaps,
I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at[? ].

Memories are times we borrow
For spending tomorrow.
Memories are times we borrow
For spending tomorrow.

I came to this world with nothing
And I leave with nothing but love
Everything else is just borrowed

If spit like luck, you can only seem,
To borrow it, you can't keep it.
When the wind of change whistles into play
Will I blink or flinch away?
The wind of change won't whistle me away
If I spin my tails and sail.
And sail away, let yesterday become today.

I came to this world with nothing
And I leave with nothing but love
Everything else is just borrowed

As time will say, nothing but
I told you so

Memories are times we borrow
For spending tomorrow.

. . .


I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

There's something in the sun this day, I feel it
Or maybe it's just my hay fever
The weeds are green, the sky is shining
But it'll soon be night which is nicer
But then cracks peel back and hell bends the room
And the devil gestures to you
You've never seen such a Beelzebee
And he's telling you to make up your bean about what's left of your evening
About whether to flake out or fecking stay out
What do you make of this doubt?
The devil wants to know if you're going down or up
Easy - I know what my speech should be

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

The devil beams a big beaming grin
The sort which leads you up the streets of sin
He holds up paperwork - sign the line
Let's clash with madmen, grime is fine
It sounds all hectic, you're having cold feet
Things are getting out of hand, you make an embarrasing retreat
Let's ride the valkyrie, commit a bit of sin
Turn rock to rubble, punch me in the chin
I simply, Lucifer, refuse to wind up on fire with low-life liars
Then you're destined for the world without chores and sweating -
The eternal hell of boredom in heaven

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

You tell the devil in no uncertain terms
You'll never be evil, you'll never be turned
What is this evil? And who decides this?
When left to devices some humans try shit
This is the reason we should all be tied up?
We're just normal people exploring our minds
We don't go around here putting poison in wine
But we enjoy what we like which is not always right
People are intricate, people aren't swines
let's screw the rules up and rely on our minds
Sign on the line
You sign on the line
He clutches the wine and tips it in cyonide

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

. . .


We haven't even started and it's almost the end
We never talked it over, in fact we never said anything
Two of the same kind of sorts hiding thoughts
As the small talk ebbs away the silence is awkward
You hardly even know me and I'm starting to show that
I hardly even know you but I like what i know
I want to talk about it but i quake in my skin
It'll only push you further into making decisions
You want to like me but you were likely undecided
The voice inside me's always right which is why the awkward silence
Not gonna risk losing you
Which is why I'm never gonna woo you

I think I love you more than you like me
Although I'm never surer maybe I should want to be blind
I think I love you more than you like me
Because this is even crossing my mind

Any other day and you'd have not looked twice
The joking went along with my roll of the dice
Purely by chance I happened on feeling
Really confident around the place and people
You caught a no-hitter hitting winning strokes
I never am a winner, I'm a lonely bloke
Acting exciting like a man for a while
Until you realised I can act like a child
Eternal optimism is spurring me onto think that acting on yearnings like this might lead me to learn a secret
But I don't really know
Or why I think so
It's just a good hunch, hunches are always right though

I think I love you more than you like me
Although I'm never surer maybe I should want to be blind
I think I love you more than you like me
Because this is even crossing my mind

I drew a drawing of you after last time I saw you
I never felt to draw a picture like that before
I learnt a lot about myself drawing all morning
It was absolutely shit, I'm awful at drawing

I think I love you more than you like me
Although I'm never surer maybe I should want to be blind
I think I love you more than you like me
Because this is even crossing my mind

I think I love you more than you like me
Although I'm never surer maybe I should want to be blind
I think I love you more than you like me
Because this is even crossing my mind

. . .


Everybody do the dodo
Everybody do the dodo
Everybody do the dodo
Everybody do the dodo
Everybody do the dodo
Everybody do... everybody's gotta do the dodo!

It's not earth that's in trouble
It's the people that live on it, no no
Earth'll be here long after we've all gone the way of the dodo

It's not earth that's in trouble
It's the people that live on it, no no
Earth'll be here long after we've all gone the way of the dodo

I can't imagine the day when things have actually faded away
But the day i may not be able to pay my way could be today
It's not that I don't care, just that I'm way too caught up with breathing air to grieve for the trees and air or how breathable air is
You go first, I'll follow suit
Make the mistakes I'd probably make
I'm right behind you but don't expect me to ride like it's a race
Cos you'll be back there picking scraps while I'm Mr. Mug, do-gooding around and I've lost my rank and base
I've got to manage my little space

It's not earth that's in trouble
It's the people that live on it, no no
Earth'll be here long after we've all gone the way of the dodo

It's not earth that's in trouble
It's the people that live on it, no no
Earth'll be here long after we've all gone the way of the dodo

I'm not a stereotypical give-you-what-I-want-when-I-want-it with a big cherry on it
Just another brother trying to love my son and mother
Providing for my wife is the vibe I'm on in life
I might well starve, that's what would happen if I started off this march
It's not my world but I'm in it to win it
Put it in the bin if you push it, listen, let's all start at the same point
Following rules equally losing tell me if it does, I wish it be true, but never gonna happen, we are not equal
For the kids let's make the rules
But I saw the film and hated the sequel

It's not earth that's in trouble
It's the people that live on it, no no
Earth'll be here long after we've all gone the way of the dodo

It's not earth that's in trouble
It's the people that live on it, no no
Earth'll be here long after we've all gone the way of the dodo

Everybody do the dodo

You and me are family
Pass the love round, then back to me
Two and three, that's the feeling
Scramble for the top, for the bottom of the ceiling
Conspiracy theories, we all see these
We will seal the deal
We will seal the deal
If you don't know where you're going then any road will take you there
If you don't know where you're going then any road will take you there
If you don't know where you're going then any road will take you there
We do not know where we're going
Any road

It's not earth that's in trouble
It's the people that live on it, no no
Earth'll be here long after we've all gone the way of the dodo

It's not earth that's in trouble
It's the people that live on it, no no
Earth'll be here long after we've all gone the way of the dodo

These are my wings, this is my beak

. . .


From the point he gazed from the choice was made, but 'walk the cave or the shore?'
The oily cave seemed to breathe on him through gravestone jaws
His little hand grasped in anguish as he weighed up his coin
Somewhere a blue-eyed girl in the world is just waiting for a boy
Footprints trailed as if trod by slaves up to the grey cave floor
But not one graze from anything ever escaping this fort
So with coin on hand his joy came back when ordered to take the shore
'Why on earth', as he wandered the warmth, 'am I obeying this coin?'

Turn your life on the flip of this coin
Turn upside a choice you'd normally avoid
And promise me you'll follow what it says
Whatever it says

Again, walk within the trusted beach or swim the swell of the sea?
And again the scarier alternative looked like certain death to he
He'd never learnt to skill of swimming - it never occurred to be very easy
And again he winced as he flipped the coin and it twirled to his feet
'How is this sane?' he blamed the coin now aiming for the waves
As he hesitated at the swirl of water as it raged and rained
Blue-eyed girls were waiting and he was drowning in the spray
Blue-eyed girls he should have been acquainted with but for shouting and flailing

Turn your life on the flip of this coin
Turn upside a choice you'd normally avoid
And promise me you'll follow what it says
Whatever it says

He finally slugs it back to land feeling chewed-up and foolish
Empties his pockets on the sand spewing a pool each
Staggers back to his dad who's too cool to be
So he says 'why did you have me follow this stupid rule, please?'
To be honest little fellow I'll tell you
I was just as afraid as you
But you said you wanted to get with people and places ever new
And I got a bit scared of the fate of my baby son's future
So I invented a reason to see if you could ever make do
As soon as you appeared behind that rock looking angry at me
I soon realised what a hell of a man you've ended up being
I knew you'd worked out how to swim, which I hadn't had in me
And I stand as a companion of you, proudest a man has ever been

Turn your life on the flip of this coin
Turn upside a choice you'd normally avoid
And promise me you'll follow what it says
Whatever it says

. . .


I'm really okay, thanks,
there's nothing to witness
I said as I looked back from the edge of a cliff
The old man looking down lent over the ridge struck with a grin as if a blessing had hit him.

I slumped on the jut of the cliff
Just leave me alone, this is none of your business
I will, said the old man, but just one thing,
And what he said was so lovely it stunned me.

He said: I lay right there once at the edge of the rock.
I was ready to jump, I was ever so lost,
But this gentleman stopped and said something I never forgot

Chorus
For billions of years since the outset of time
Every single one of your ancestors has survived
Every single person on your mum and dad's side
Successfully looked after and passed on to you life.
What are the chances of that, like?
It comes to me once in a while
And everywhere I tell folk it gets the best smile.

And then the old man walked away and out of sight
Til the sound of him hiking turned to the sound of silence.
I just froze in a profound surprise and from down on my pride I found a smile to my eyes.

And for many days again I've been passing the same cliff and on many occasions I'd chance on the same thing.

Laying in the moss, in the same way I was would be another man looking like he needed a change of luck.

So I'd say: I lay right there once at the edge of the rock.
I was ready to jump, I was ever so lost,
But this gentleman stopped and said something I never forgot

Chorus x 2

. . .


I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be
I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be

I don't mean to sound so keen but you know me and I don't feel
To spoil what we've got, enjoying watching dots
Touring out lines, fully boring good time

Through the scent of flowers and the humility of love
The evening is now set up for a thorough dreaming of
The gentle guests and games with a sense of sex and said
Every sentiment lending metaphors for bed

I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be
I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be

I'll soon lie to you tonight about the true signs who flew in my mind
I'll keep my arms with me from wrapping right round you
Till what we spark of a thought that could drown you

Does she do or does she don't love me true or fucking won't?
The only time I know of love is when silence is violent
Optimism fizzing in the clonk in dizzy imagery
Rocking hot humidity, but this is sizzling

Stumble over innuendo
Does she notice, does she fuck know?
Starting the evening riffling through feelings

I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be
I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be

I don't mean to sound so keen but you know me and I don't feel
To spoil what we've got, enjoying watching dots
Touring out lines, fully boring good time

I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be
I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be

I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be
I'll never give in till you're laying with me
You may as well tell me when that day will be

. . .


Til the very end
We'll be just as friends
I've known you better
You've seen my worst
So let's invent worse

When a good night flounders and it's over
How good it was I tend to know
By adding up or rounding down
The evenings count of jokes

Me and my hilkshare are trying that team deciphered by other gangs
That's the thing I love about my fine brothers in slang
If it's got a funny story which mentions me
It's not for others in ear splash
It's ours, it's mad, it's many hours spent laughing at events past

We smirk or outsmart the quirk that will spark
the word which we will laugh at
it sparks around the crowd this work of art which we have found

Til the very end
We'll be just as friends
I've known you better
You've seen my worst
So let's invent worse

I love the craze of the latest phrase
Amazing mungrels of conjoinment
Crazy paving saying are a joy to say with mates
And girls all love the lingo
They curl right up and bingo
They go that extra smile
And they go that whole damn smock
I mean it though a joke from that one like that one was wrong
It makes no sense really
Shorten to a word and then to a nod
That is friendship to me
The secret handshake of three mad mates
It makes me pleased to share traits
In understanding absurdities that mean our brains play

Til the very end
We'll be just as friends
I've known you better
You've seen my worst
So let's invent worse

. . .


Some people live their lives by a little red book
The points for right lying out and guides them good
They never really mimic every word by eye
'Cause if they did they'd be in a whole world of strife

The book's quite old school, but then it was tough
It contains some quite experimental justice
The thinking people are thinking that without this book
That without these verses we'd pillage and murder but

Following this red book word for word
Leads you to actually pillage and murder
Could it be so what we think to be right
Is simply the opinion that survived?

Do what you think's right and you will feel alright
'Cause when you're bad you will feel sad
That's the religion I live by

There's a bloke in the book who made everything
He knows every individual and every trick in them
Way above emotion, never getting stressed
But when men choose against him, gets jealous

People fight for him in crippling wars
But since he has the power of infinite awe
We're merely itching on futilities floor
Should we really be needing to assist him at all?

If he loves us all, knowing all we think
Should he only like people with faith in him?
Given I can't control what I truly believe
Can I be forgiven for only believing who I see?

Do what you think's right and you will feel alright
'Cause when you're bad you will feel sad
That's the religion I live by

Do what you think's right and you will feel alright
'Cause when you're bad you will feel sad
That's the religion I live by

Could it be time to avoid this bush
So we wouldn't be blind when joining up coulds?
Could we see both sides of the coin for the good
Breed less strife on our voyage for good?

Getting threatened by men with questions
We'll never get anywhere rejecting evidence
Could we test everything instead of betting
On alleged legends?

If we teach that it's right to blindly believe
If we reach to the sky to define our meaning
Well, I agree what's right will keep driving people
To fight with people

Do what you think's right and you will feel alright
'Cause when you're bad you will feel sad
That's the religion I live by

. . .


One of the first things about you I did see
Is that you verse your views quietly
When nature verses truths I get violent feelings
But softly time will reply that's wise

A delicate gesture of why you see
The best route through this being right through here
But met with a cute blind snide of fear
Best to go there along with their idea

But you gently take things slowly
You softly bowl them over
That's the delicate way you've shown me
You're the strongest person I know

You gently take things slowly
You softly bowl them over
That's the delicate way you've shown me
You're the strongest person I know

After taking the worst route blatantly
Bang on cue we manage losing way
But in a squirmy backed and screwed up way
They actually managed passing you the blame

With that mad man wrapped with rage
Even then your temper stays exactly the same
And in that manner is the manner you stay
Beautiful person that's happily unchanged

You gently take things slowly
You softly bowl them over
That's the delicate way you've shown me
You're the strongest person I know

You gently take things slowly
You softly bowl them over
That's the delicate way you've shown me
You're the strongest person I know

In the heat of speech your words improve
Right out of reach in my stirred up words
But every time they fucking blurt out drool
I'm noticing they're all learning from you

'Cause even though they know they cursed you
They should've admitted that they were fools
The next time they're wanting to work things through
The very first person they turn to is you

'Cause you gently take things slowly
You softly bowl them over
That's the delicate way you've shown me
You're the strongest person I know

You gently take things slowly
You softly bowl them over
That's the delicate way you've shown me
You're the strongest person I know

. . .


All these walls were never really there,
nor the ceiling or the chair.
I am eking weeks of peace on a beach
I see the breezes weave the trees,
these walls you find - they’re yours and mine
confined not by them I
I am in times that lie behind my eyelids,
the sunsets steal the rising silence,

I’ll not feel no fear
Cause I’m not really here
I’m nowhere near here

Theres no rain on roof that grates and beats me
my favorite tree breaking lights to pieces
sprinkling, sharded light on me
throw a stone as high as you can
and hearing with hand not hear it land
nothing taxing, dusting sand
my window and world spins and twirls,
the walls then fall, i recall the sore
white clouds white wash faded spotless
the weighty shadows, ranges of rocks
the cold is all illusion thought up
the stroll on the shore, snooze and explore
all possibilities in each new morning,
until satisfied reaching out, yawning
fish in a big dish, some rice and spice,
salt over shoulder never (…)
the truth I’ve told was silence sometimes
but who soul does not hide any crimes
wrapped in walls, encircled by work
the walls fall - this story occurs
no barrier, no boundary, all hours I please
the freedom to stay all stray
be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end

I’ll not feel no fear
Cause I’m not really here
I’m nowhere near here

Pale ancient woods, strewn white sandy bays
this ugly room pales away today
I am swimming, in the ocean
I sink slow motion
fingers, toes floating
every year til yesterday
seeing the eternal setting sea
I compare all this to me,
little fleeting momentary me
I blink my eyes, this is reminding me
life lies in the blink of an eye
the old die for reasons, new tide, four seasons
new life born is like changing
all these walls were really never there
nor the ceiling or the chair
I am eking weeks of peace on a beach
I see the breezes weave the trees
I am not here at all,
you dearly fooled,
I see busheling trees, the shush at the sea
the mischievous
fluttering seagulls
No!
I’m not trapped in a box, I’m glancing at rocks
I am dancing off docks
since this dance began
thats where i am

I’m not feel no fear
Cause I’m not really here
I’m nowhere near

. . .


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