paroles de chanson Brushed With Oil, Dusted With Powder - Scritti Politti
Brushed
with
oil,
dusted
with
powder
The
day
began
to
decline
A
broken
door,
hotel
bedroom
The
sun
cut
through
the
blind
(oh
but
I
tell
you)
The
officer
asked
"how
did
it
start?"
Oh
shit,
"you
I
wish
I
knew"
I
said
"On
Highbury
Fields,
the
Westside
Highway
Or
here
in
the
Hollywood
hills"
In
a
black
and
white,
to
Orange
County
The
sky
was
a
beautiful
blue
A
pack
of
lights
'n'
some
keys
they
found
there
They
wondered
how
much
I
knew
(oh
but
I
tell
you)
The
officer
asked
"how
did
it
start?"
Oh
shit,
"you
I
wish
I
knew"
I
said
"On
Highbury
Fields,
the
Westside
Highway
Or
here
in
the
Hollywood
hills"
And
yes,
it's
over
And
yes,
oh
the
powerful
have
found
me
It
was
beautiful
to
see
It
was
how
I'm
meant
to
be
It
was
love,
no
matter
what
they
say
It's
wonderful
to
be
here
Abraham,
my
father,
had
a
girl
he
called
his
angel
I
made
my
excuses
and
I
like
the
way
it
feels
The
officer
asked
"how
did
it
start?"
Oh
shit,
"you
I
wish
I
knew"
I
said
"On
Highbury
Fields,
the
Westside
Highway
Or
here
in
the
Hollywood
hills"
And
yes,
it's
over
And
yes,
oh
the
powerful
have
found
me
It
was
beautiful
to
see
It
was
how
I'm
meant
to
be
It
was
love,
no
matter
what
they
say
It's
wonderful
to
be
here
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