作词 : Vincent Peake
作曲 : Vincent Peake
You might not notice the difference
We’ve changed with his assistance
Gave us a place to breathe
That could provide some peace
And space to fill with our noise solution

Yes noise, precious noise
The crackle of amplified toys
Drowning of a backbeat too that could
Drive a train through you
This old owner unbothered by the sound
For the hell of it
Rented out the ultimate playing ground

For kids under the streets
Who could appreciate the heat
Emanating from the corridors
Bands burning up in the locals
Pretty soon word passed around
The hottest spot in this winter town
Was behind the door in the parking lot
Of a building that has yet to rot
Owned by a man who called it home

That place looked more like sewage
Fat rodents feasting on garbage
Armed with our rat broom
To make it to the bathroom
So damn dark we’d never hit the can

But all day, every day
He’d clean and toil without pay
He left his small house and big wife

To be part of our life
Took us in and we loved to hang around
It was disarming as hell
To know he had common ground
With kids under the streets...

Future was always bright
Never saw you cry
Didn’t get a last goodbye
And that’s why!

My jaw hit the paper
Poor ol’ Emile was murdered
Death may come when you least expect it
Young man, schizophrenic
In a grave motion of panic
Couldn’t get worse
He had finally hit the ground
And put an end to his life
But the story must go down
To kids under the streets...

Alcohol fueled mayhem
Friday nights were big then
Mescaline in the halls
Times they were Burning Tall
Through heavily sedated crowds
He stood sober and proud
Picking up broken glass
People who fell on their ass
Part of our weary past
I hope his memory lasts