| ESCALATOR THOUGHT TRAIN (MUSCUTT) Coming off the train at three thirty five AM take the escalator to the lower levels underground Thoughts and visions veer off on the eternal downwards journey glimpses of certain lives The man coughing up alcohol on the stairs and the woman struggling with pram and baby The hooligans spraying shit again covering walls with spit again running back when the fuzz show Keep heads down look at ground never feel the cold hand of the slipstream blowing past the away team Come out on Eastern and watch the black space stretch away into distance so far so good so far no blood The mice between the tracks look back surprised by sudden noise near heart attack checking this way and that See the stairs fill with stars never going far so many people here usually but tonight there�s nothing So deserted and undeserving the door to station master swings open all dull metal and rusty doorknobs Check the clock it nearly rhymes with the bloke messing around bet he charges money to suck cock Pimping himself by the entrance offering up to busy business men but watch the clock got to be back for ten But look the escalator stops and what�s gone wrong with the tronics, what�s the matter cat got tongue? Approaching next in two minutes from Whitechapel scene of the crime committed not mine But trains not here what�s the time check the right line the map of the town and what stop we at on underground What stop we at on underground? Underground never found always lost but never found on the underground A song about travelling on the underground in London, partly inspired by all that urban stuff the guy from The Streets writes about. I tried to get some interesting rhyming in there, not sure how well it came off, but hey. WHITE HORSES (MUSCUTT) Performing your own skits, churning out the same old tired mike shit Record contract leads to unprecedented number one chart hit Live appearances � Later with Jools and Top of The Pops at the top one week the next you�re dropped But this is the price you pay for the life of fame Regular citizens reading Hello spot your face and play the name game Signing everything from CDs, DVDs easy E�s and break beat 12 inches Caught up in the life you ignore the fact you�re not invincible Not invisible and you�ve got the same chance of being done by some bloke with a knife If this life was white horses they�d be pulling your hearses Weeping family members wiping tears away pulling tissues from purses No curses its bad to die but not when you use it as a welcome diversion From the hurt and confusion this life of hotel suites brings Endless cheats from a girl you thought you loved So take some Doves and up above the world ain�t so tough And you�ll be glad you had that tab in the bogs when you felt sad So get to grips pull yourself together taking drugs ain�t big but it makes you clever killing never This is the Freak City Kids from Devon getting back to council flat to slack our way through life With drink and drugs and it stands at that If this life was white horses they�d be pulling your hearses Weeping family members wiping tears away pulling tissues from purses No curses its bad to die but not when you use it as a welcome diversion From the hurt and confusion this life of hotel suites brings That�s the bottom line �cos Stone Cold said so and don�t argue because we�re in the know Late night trips to girls in Soho talk to Brenda she knows a punter and what you get for a tenner Don�t bring no munter this is real shit taking hits from her indoors Because she�s seen this before and we don�t break the law It don�t exist no more these flats are all whores and no doors Stinks of piss and dead fish so gentlemen lets get to business Stripping off watching lesbian sex with your current squeeze and your ex turns you on John get the weed from the draw and lock the door we�re gonna have a good time If this life was white horses they�d be pulling your hearses Weeping family members wiping tears away pulling tissues from purses No curses its bad to die but not when you use it as a welcome diversion From the hurt and confusion this life of hotel suites brings One of my longest songs I think, and The Streets influence is stronger still than on �Escalator Thought Train�. This one is about a pop star who gets dropped and then goes into a depression and ends up having threesomes with prostitutes and his girlfriend and lives in a scummy tenement flat somewhere. No idea why I called it White Horses, just sounded a nice name. CONTENTS NOT IMPORTANT/DAMAGE IS DONE (LAUGHTON/MUSCUTT) I�m kicking out at all the geezers bringing them to their knees with greatest of ease Falling foul of their own lives geezers without wives trouble and strife No plans� a good plan in the right hands of this right band liking the sound contents not important Swinging the beat from the street king of elite and cool prevails no one dare fail Parents pushing sons and daughters succeeding like they ought to Rolling in the money seems a bit funny because he don�t get caught doing his import/export Blinded by the notes daggers and cloaks so yeah no formula necessary getting loud and lairy using the language like Too much to sat and come what may critics and negative combine so divine to slate the tunes all lies Closed eyes and closed minds underground or over rated casual sex you dated Lucky people with the loot you could shoot claim the lira to start a new era Too much hassle just hear the music see it if you can use it get you by but don�t abuse it The damage is done now the war�s been won somehow both sides fought one side lost The weaponry used was of an urban elite selected for pain and the intent to maim and make them bleed again Multi storey at eight don�t be late bring those blades for purposes other than to interrogate The fight lasts minutes over before either side could win it rematch arranged for next week the outlook looks bleak So once again I must raise my head to fight close my eyes tight and know I�m fighting for something right It�s the principle they say I must lead the way to a better tomorrow yesterday and today For all our childrens� children and so they play again safe in their den in the rain Beware of the stare aware of the lies behind all the eyes looking at you finding clues super sleuth blues Sherlock Holmes and broken bones lying in state on a certain date the fourth of June 1988 Pages growing yellow over the ages tell the story or face the consequences Another Streets influenced track which is actually like two songs in one � from �the damage is done� its by me, all before that it�s Simon�s lyrics. It�s very good I think, although I�m not sure what it�s about. But hey, does the boy need a reason? My part is about a fight in a car park, and how it resembles a battle between two sides. |
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