Salt Coast - Kae Tempest.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Dan Carey/Kae Tempest
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Dan Carey/Kae Tempest
[00:29.071]Salt coast, foul wind
[00:32.868]Old ghosts, scrap tin
[00:36.705]Leaves, rain
[00:40.263]Leaves, rain
[00:43.568]Salt coast, foul wind
[00:47.140]Old ghosts, scrap tin
[00:51.444]Leaves, rain
[00:55.030]Leaves, rain
[00:59.364]All dressed up with nowhere to go
[01:02.639]I love your sleeve-pulling nervousness
[01:05.961]I love the way you crumble into chalk at your edges
[01:09.515]I love the way you fade into a sky that is as endless
[01:13.385]As your willingness to try
[01:16.717]Keep going and it will get better
[01:20.292]I love the way you push to get clear
[01:23.365]I love the way you dance to get strong
[01:27.000]Ancient
[01:28.018]Slick clay, rock-formed, wet sand, moss-borne
[01:31.834]What camе before
[01:33.651]And what will come aftеr
[01:35.912]Beneath the orderly queues, the bad moods, the nice views
[01:39.711]The have-nots and have-twos, the night shifts in flat shoes
[01:44.293]The discarded masks, the empty tubes
[01:47.069]The colds, the flus, the reds, the blues, the Buy-to-let, the Play-to-lose
[01:51.693]The White Ace, the Grey Goose, the Michelin-starred, the fast food
[01:55.767]The straight lies, the strange truth
[01:58.827]I can hear the deep rasp of your laughter, joyful
[02:03.915]Beneath the stifled resentments
[02:05.690]And micro-aggressions
[02:06.972]All part of the fabric
[02:08.742]The tension woven so tight it defies its dimension
[02:12.863]The see-but-don't-feel
[02:14.915]The know-but-don't-mention
[02:17.751]There you are; hedonistic, self-destructive, insecure
[02:23.356]Trying to get away from the mistakes you've made before
[02:26.899]Salt coast, foul wind
[02:30.773]Old ghosts, scrap tin
[02:34.389]Leaves, rain
[02:38.218]Leaves, rain
[02:41.541]Salt coast, foul wind
[02:45.129]Old ghosts, scrap tin
[02:49.003]Leaves, rain
[02:53.093]Leaves, rain
[02:57.410]Veering into change
[02:59.763]I appreciate your efforts
[03:02.068]Acknowledging your privilege
[03:03.830]But prone to back-stepping
[03:05.376]Sure, it's not by our past that our future will be measured
[03:10.183]It's by the very moment that we're slumping in, dishevelled
[03:14.309]Six hours in to some TV show that tastes like the feeling of pizza
[03:20.472]I know what you reach for
[03:23.517]All dressed up with nowhere to go
[03:26.819]Benched, waiting for a path to open up
[03:30.971]Waiting for a thing that might make you old enough
[03:34.024]To get into the pub
[03:35.281]Where people drink to lost youth
[03:38.093]I see you, scraping the gravel in your Air Max
[03:42.148]So beautiful, so chaotic, so grounded
[03:47.474]Home
[03:48.522]Concrete and loam
[03:50.040]Brick-dust and loans
[03:51.563]Wood-floors
[03:52.568]Screen-doors
[03:53.587]And a place of your own
[03:55.120]Pay it off the rest of your life, but who's asking?
[03:59.985]Restless, the damp night approaching
[04:02.813]Distilling the heat
[04:04.087]Too long on your feet
[04:05.348]Now you want to be free
[04:07.263]From the strain of what's done in your name
[04:09.825]Every single inch of you is somebody's claim
[04:13.949]The familiar refrain
[04:15.972]Of their glory and your shame
[04:18.814]You just want to keep moving, the energy contained
[04:22.171]Is spilling out and making trouble for you
[04:25.780]Nothing is the same
[04:27.358]You got out from underneath the weight of suffer and obey
[04:31.207]The tyranny and hate of Britannia rules the waves
[04:35.041]And now you swing your hips as you go strutting down the lane
[04:40.401]I love you when I see you this plain
[04:44.773]Your salt coast, your foul wind
[04:48.574]Your old ghosts, your scrap tin
[04:51.090]The browning of your leaves
[04:52.610]And the greening of your rain
[04:54.630]Salt coast, foul wind
[04:58.207]Old ghosts, scrap tin
[05:01.799]Leaves, rain
[05:05.637]Leaves, rain
[05:09.022]Salt coast, foul wind
[05:12.847]Old ghosts, scrap tin
[05:16.980]Leaves, rain
[05:20.552]Leaves, rain