Текст песни Morning Light - Dizraeli

Look I'm not particularly deadly
Though I carry arms I'm not afraid to use
Being I'm a doer, I be doing
Balls deep
Clambering the cliffs in a scruffy set of shoes
So don't ask me to your poncy little dinner
Though I am pretty handy with your codes
Better stick me in the cellar with the swingers
They are more my scene
Come, strip me of my clothes
Cos I can hold a pose for minutes, even hours
But eventually something sours
Something flings itself around in me yelling
"Now it's time to frigging wiggle out your trousers
Pulling people out their pouches"
Running in the morning light
The marsh land couldn't give a shit for me
It sits a space aside, out of history
Bury my visage in its mud-holes
And when the day rises I have struck gold
Geese fly in celebration
That's my church
I prefer the wind over any kind of audience
When I chat my words, I launch my soul
People say there's madness in the heat of my performance
Maybe so
Maybe there'll be sorrow on my headstone
Maybe I'll be geriatric nutter bombing Tesco
At least I'll have been honest from the get go
I'm honestly the opposite of London

Running in the morning light
Trying to catch the falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window...
Running in the morning light
Trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light
Pressure...

Daddy was a preacher man
He spoke the holy ghost at street protests
We reclaimed the streets together
Sweet Moses
Part the asphalt
Tell it like a town crier, light the fuse
They'll never televise the news
All he taught me
He born in 1940's
Truths that he had to fight to find
Me born in Thatcherite decline
Same appetite for life
Learned sanity from Catcher In The Rye
Now the stamina is mine
The wild animus
The caravan standing in the vines
The grizzly bear is mine
The piston and the steam
Forever back in Bristol in my dreams
And the world is often ending in em
And that is often cause for joy
I'm back in adolescence in a wall of noise
Banging a snare drum
Clocking how they murder us slow
Dad come
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