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VERSE 1:
- Dust of people I’ve known, all the cities I’ve seen
- Doze ten minutes, then alarm sounds
- Up windows thrown open, select CD stereo loaded
- Make lists doable, I plan the order the ticks go in
- Suck sun stream solar power stretch bust press-ups
- Until my ticker kicks blood flowing
- Eyes red, the strain of the past days
- Wash proper, dress, kitchen for fresh fruit breakfast
- Tea, fag, freshen them dentures
- Gum stills receding from old time hedonism
- Mind stays bright through the spring weathers
- Still I step careful, wary of cold corners
- Pleased for each day that the suns still with us
- Force chin higher than the norm is
- Staunch, ‘cause my wristwatch ticks to some Bill Withers
- You know the tune
- Ain’t no sunshine, if you don’t go find it
- I cruise through the routines that’s useful to me
- Keep mind occupied, stay shiningChorus:
- Yeah she’s gone but the sun’s up
- I press on keep mum, stay shining
- Not a lot of fun, can’t hide it
- I wade through the day with a brain full of Brighton
- Shining
VERSE 2:
- Yeah I’m broke again, empty pockets
- Coppers scraped spent not on charity boxes
- Yeah I root through bins with the badgers and foxes
- And it’s still just receipts in the wallet
- But I still spark ideas like lead to the socket
- Put practice in, to my rap and my writing
- But not making cash from my writing
- This ain’t a business mind, give a shit about a finish-line
- I got a plan hatched up until dinner time
- After that, well I’m in tonight, sit and write
- Keep the brain stray minimised
- Finish more chipper hit the mic like give me five
- Yeah, then what?
- Well progress is creeping, traffic jam, dead lock
- Cul-de-sac five point turn burn wheel spin
- Stuck to the rear view
- Wondering what the fuck it is tears do
- Get productive, dust off the dirt shell
- Wash face, shake burnt smell
- Yeah I’m slipping through the worst spell
- But my text tone rings like a church bell
CHORUS
VERSE 3:- Clipped wing fingertip tap text
- No tickertape for my chest to break through
- Select name, choose reconsider
- Better make do with cigarettes
- I draw hard when I’m more stressed
- So my lungs suffer
- Wake wheezing and grubby covers
- Cough a protest of lung butter, tough day weighing off my eye bags
- Smile lapse snap right back after one cuppa
- I’m not a tall chap, but from my fourth floor flat room the view’s good
- From desk look through glass over rooftop to trees
- Feel breeze, see sky, push walls back
- Park walk when I’m cabin flushed
- I find new ground scratched out of the map I loved
- Fill days, fill calendars
- But shy away from the clicks of your cameras
- Regret steams off a cold morning
- I flap about angry like how should I act now?
- Pen nib pressed out down
- Wrestle that pensive state til it’s tapped out
CHORUS
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