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"The Streets"
"The Streets"
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жанры: british, rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Everything Is Borrowed
The Escapist
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The Streets
жанры: british, rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Everything Is Borrowed
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All these walls were never really there Nor the ceiling or the chair I'm eking weeks at peace on a beach I see the breezes weave the treesThese walls you'll find are yours and mine Confined not by them I I'm in times that lie behind my eyelids The sunset still the rising silenceI'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here I'm nowhere nearThere's no rain on roof that grates and beats me My favourite tree breaking light to pieces Sprinkling, sharded, light on me Throw a stone as high as you canAnd hearing with hand not hear it land Nothing taxing, Dusting sand My window and world spins and twirls The walls then fall, I recall this allWhite clouds, white wash, faded, spotless The weighty shadows, ranges of rocks The cold is all illusion thought up A Stroll on the shore, snooze and exploreAll possibilities in each new morning 'Til satisfied reaching out, yawning Fish in a big dish, some rice and spice Salt over shoulder, never salted so dieThe truth I have told was silent sometimes But whose soul does not hide any crimes? Wrapped in walls, encircled by work The walls fall, this story occursNo barrier, no boundary, all hours I please The freedom to stay or stray Be fiend or friend Cause no harm but charm The peaceful endI'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here I'm nowhere near I'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here I'm nowhere nearPale ancient woods, strew white sandy bays This ugly room pales away today I'm swimming in the ocean, I sink slow motion Fingers, toes, floatingEvery year 'til yesterday I see the eternal setting sea I compare all this to me Little fleeting, momentary meI blink my eyes, this is reminding me Life flies in the blink of an eye The old die for reasons, new tides four seasons New life born is like teasingAll these walls were really never there Nor the ceiling or the chair I'm eking weeks at peace on a beach I see the breezes weave the treesI'm not here at all, your dearly fool I see bristling trees, the shush of the sea The mischievous, fluttering seagulls No, I'm not trapped in a box, I'm glancing at rocks I'm dancing off docks, Since this dance began That's where I amI'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here I'm nowhere near I'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here I'm nowhere nearSo done
Это интересно:Автора, идеолога и единственного участника проекта The Streets зовут Майк Скиннер. Приехав в Лондон из затрапезного Бирмингема (местных жителей принято называть "брамми" за их замысловатый акцент; например название своего города они произносят как Браммиджем – отсюда и кличка), он взялся за дело с присущим большинству провинциалов рвением и оказался самым востребованным на сегодня... продолжение
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