| Song | Marshall Law |
| Artist | Kate Tempest |
| Album | Everybody Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | Everywhere is monsters. |
| [00:01.450] | Tits out, wet-mouthed, heads back. |
| [00:03.570] | Shouting and screaming just to prove they exist. |
| [00:06.000] | |
| [00:06.670] | Becky’s at the bar with the usual mix |
| [00:08.970] | Of decadent fabrics and desolate lighting. |
| [00:12.340] | Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name. |
| [00:15.270] | Blowing more breeze |
| [00:16.340] | Than the wind at the weather vane. |
| [00:17.870] | |
| [00:18.390] | Industry slimeballs, showbiz big-deals. |
| [00:20.960] | The cool new band with the retro feel, |
| [00:23.280] | It’s the wrap party for their video. |
| [00:25.390] | Becky danced in it. |
| [00:26.560] | The director, Marshall Law, |
| [00:28.080] | Head to toe in yellow velour, |
| [00:29.790] | Is holding court about the science of image |
| [00:32.080] | While the sycophants giggle and grimace. |
| [00:34.120] | Becky fidgets, tells herself, |
| [00:36.100] | ‘Must stop being so cynical, |
| [00:38.140] | Everybody here is a human, |
| [00:40.390] | Even these pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.’ |
| [00:43.850] | She tells herself to look again - |
| [00:45.700] | Nothing is hideous. |
| [00:46.530] | |
| [00:46.950] | So while Marshall Law is wanking on about his artwork |
| [00:49.610] | She smiles at the guy opposite, |
| [00:51.270] | Bright eyes, dark shirt. |
| [00:52.500] | He raises his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall. |
| [00:55.510] | ‘My name’s Becky,’ she says, |
| [00:57.610] | ‘What’s yours?’ |
| [00:58.440] | |
| [00:58.720] | She was like nothing that he’d seen before. |
| [01:01.000] | Strong body, soft edges, with something so raw |
| [01:03.920] | In the core of her iris. |
| [01:05.210] | He said his name, ‘Harry’. |
| [01:06.950] | And never in his life had he felt so happy. |
| [01:09.680] | They got talking, |
| [01:10.950] | Free bar. Exhausting decorum |
| [01:12.760] | He drank until she was so absorbing |
| [01:14.810] | He blanked out the party. |
| [01:16.220] | The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure, |
| [01:19.040] | Something was happening here. |
| [01:21.210] | |
| [01:21.600] | He was kinda nervous, |
| [01:22.700] | His eyes kept doing circuits of the room. |
| [01:24.490] | He drank as fast as they could serve him, |
| [01:26.500] | Then this dude comes over, |
| [01:27.820] | Sticks out a thick hand, |
| [01:29.500] | And Harry looks at her |
| [01:30.770] | Like he’s just found himself in quicksand. |
| [01:32.760] | He gives this guy a wrap, they shake hands |
| [01:34.950] | Sweaty cash passed between palms, |
| [01:36.870] | No fuss. Bish bash, yes, bosh. |
| [01:39.160] | He looked at her guiltily, |
| [01:40.510] | She waved it off, smiling |
| [01:42.120] | ‘You a shotter then, right? |
| [01:43.380] | I don’t care.’ |
| [01:44.290] | |
| [01:44.570] | ‘Becky, all I ever wanted was a place of my own.’ |
| [01:47.070] | His eyes, wide and trusting, |
| [01:48.570] | He’s staring at her, desperate for something to click. |
| [01:51.320] | He is opening up. This is it. |
| [01:53.450] | ‘A real classy place, the whole bit, |
| [01:55.490] | Like a speakeasy, right? |
| [01:57.120] | Chandeliers and lights |
| [01:58.380] | That shine off of the glasses |
| [02:00.020] | No hype, and no arseholes. |
| [02:01.580] | Instead of rotting our guts out |
| [02:03.070] | In shitty old boozers |
| [02:04.590] | We can be grown men, listening to music, |
| [02:07.070] | Real music. Played with heart by real bands, |
| [02:09.990] | Not just posers looking like they’re |
| [02:11.580] | Giving blowjobs to mic stands. |
| [02:13.750] | And I’ll be in a waistcoat, dead grand. |
| [02:16.110] | Harry’s Place. |
| [02:17.260] | Or, at least, that’s the plan.’ |
| [02:18.970] | |
| [02:19.140] | She was half listening, |
| [02:20.410] | Half not listening. |
| [02:21.550] | Kept getting distracted by the lights flickering. |
| [02:24.420] | He looks like an outline that needs filling in. |
| [02:27.290] | He leans in close, starts whispering: |
| [02:29.470] | |
| [02:30.410] | ‘The thing is, and it’s weird, |
| [02:31.830] | I never felt so able, |
| [02:33.140] | To talk like this to anybody, ever, |
| [02:36.080] | Recently Becky, I’ve been really feeling the pressure. |
| [02:38.660] | I can’t tell you how good it is |
| [02:39.990] | To get this off my chest.’ |
| [02:41.540] | |
| [02:42.080] | Becky’s holding tight to her glass. |
| [02:43.980] | Good coke, brain fast. |
| [02:45.330] | She watches his face as he talks. |
| [02:47.240] | Little bump on her fingertips |
| [02:49.110] | Expert. Quick snort. |
| [02:50.560] | Sucking on a cigarette, feeling vaguely bored. |
| [02:53.250] | |
| [02:53.690] | It’s true if you believe it. |
| [02:56.240] | The world is the world |
| [02:57.460] | But it’s all how you see it. |
| [02:59.590] | One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air |
| [03:02.280] | Is another’s passing glare, hardly there. |
| [03:05.210] | It’s true if you believe it. |
| [03:07.080] | The world is the world |
| [03:08.930] | But it’s all how you see it. |
| [03:11.040] | One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air |
| [03:13.780] | Is another’s passing glare, hardly there. |
| [03:15.420] | |
| [03:17.430] | ‘If I’m being honest, well it is, |
| [03:19.050] | It’s like a trap, |
| [03:20.100] | I ain’t trying to be flash |
| [03:21.280] | I just need to raise the cash for the dream. |
| [03:22.410] | I hardly touch it myself |
| [03:24.300] | Look, it ain’t that |
| [03:25.430] | But once I set myself a task, |
| [03:26.800] | Well, there ain’t no going back. |
| [03:28.210] | And I am halfway there, |
| [03:29.670] | I am, nearly, anyway, |
| [03:31.440] | The point is, |
| [03:32.640] | I kinda had to push all of my friends away. |
| [03:34.000] | I can’t have nobody |
| [03:35.750] | Knowing what I’m up to |
| [03:37.010] | I keep it very secret but the thing is |
| [03:39.180] | I would love to, |
| [03:40.320] | Just for one day, |
| [03:41.320] | You know, live like any other guy. |
| [03:43.030] | I can’t have a girlfriend, you see |
| [03:44.700] | ‘Cause I don’t like to lie. |
| [03:45.960] | It’s safer all round |
| [03:46.940] | That I just keep my head down. |
| [03:48.190] | And, yeah, the business is booming, |
| [03:49.690] | Yeah, the business is really booming. |
| [03:51.370] | But my family think I work in recruitment |
| [03:53.820] | So, I get up every morning |
| [03:55.620] | And I put a shirt and suit on |
| [03:57.280] | And I get on a train, I go up town. |
| [03:59.150] | It’s all professional users. |
| [04:00.970] | I sell in the boardrooms and not the boozers |
| [04:02.980] | To, like, CEOs and these modern day Scrooges |
| [04:05.930] | Who get their secretaries to bring me coffee, |
| [04:08.350] | It’s so stupid. |
| [04:09.120] | Meant to be hard times, right, a recession? |
| [04:11.460] | But these guys are buying more than ever, I reckon |
| [04:14.680] | And I… |
| [04:15.240] | |
| [04:15.740] | He’s got nice eyes, |
| [04:16.400] | Shame about his issues, though. |
| [04:17.470] | The party pushes on, her cynicism’s getting vicious, |
| [04:20.090] | Show nothing, |
| [04:20.860] | Keep smiling. |
| [04:21.720] | |
| [04:21.940] | She catches the eye of her mates, |
| [04:23.320] | They’re dancing by the bar |
| [04:24.860] | They’re in a state. |
| [04:25.820] | Nod for ‘save me’ |
| [04:26.780] | They understand, dance over, |
| [04:28.690] | Put their arms around her shoulders - |
| [04:30.200] | ‘Becky, we’re bored, let’s go’. |
| [04:32.300] | His mouth slows to a stop, |
| [04:33.700] | He seems to lose his composure, |
| [04:35.000] | She smiles at him |
| [04:36.150] | ‘Yeah, was nice getting to know ya.’ |
| [04:37.420] | |
| [04:37.820] | No, not like that, don’t leave. |
| [04:39.740] | Please. |
| [04:41.470] | Don’t make her go, we’ve just got started. |
| [04:43.990] | |
| [04:44.430] | Their teeth are bare, their feet are planted |
| [04:46.130] | Their smirking at him like he’s dirt, |
| [04:47.900] | And now his heart is |
| [04:48.930] | Damp with the fury of |
| [04:50.710] | Finding and losing |
| [04:52.090] | This miracle girl. |
| [04:53.200] | He feels weak with confusion, like |
| [04:55.200] | What had he said? |
| [04:56.370] | How long had he talked? |
| [04:57.930] | He watches them walk to the doors |
| [04:59.460] | His blood roars. |
| [05:00.560] | |
| [05:00.840] | In the back of the cab, the girls sit there giggling. |
| [05:03.470] | The driver lets them smoke out of the window |
| [05:05.370] | So they’re shivering. |
| [05:06.450] | They pass a bottle of wine back and forth |
| [05:08.430] | Let it clash against their teeth. |
| [05:10.030] | The cab moves fast through the streets. |
| [05:11.810] | ‘Who was that guy you was with?’ |
| [05:14.340] | Becky shakes her head softly, |
| [05:15.890] | ‘Him? I don’t know, probably alright, |
| [05:18.090] | But I could tell he was one of them “save me” types, |
| [05:20.700] | And I couldn’t be dealing with that. |
| [05:22.450] | Not tonight.’ |
| [05:23.870] |
| [00:00.000] | Everywhere is monsters. |
| [00:01.450] | Tits out, wetmouthed, heads back. |
| [00:03.570] | Shouting and screaming just to prove they exist. |
| [00:06.000] | |
| [00:06.670] | Becky' s at the bar with the usual mix |
| [00:08.970] | Of decadent fabrics and desolate lighting. |
| [00:12.340] | Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name. |
| [00:15.270] | Blowing more breeze |
| [00:16.340] | Than the wind at the weather vane. |
| [00:17.870] | |
| [00:18.390] | Industry slimeballs, showbiz bigdeals. |
| [00:20.960] | The cool new band with the retro feel, |
| [00:23.280] | It' s the wrap party for their video. |
| [00:25.390] | Becky danced in it. |
| [00:26.560] | The director, Marshall Law, |
| [00:28.080] | Head to toe in yellow velour, |
| [00:29.790] | Is holding court about the science of image |
| [00:32.080] | While the sycophants giggle and grimace. |
| [00:34.120] | Becky fidgets, tells herself, |
| [00:36.100] | ' Must stop being so cynical, |
| [00:38.140] | Everybody here is a human, |
| [00:40.390] | Even these pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.' |
| [00:43.850] | She tells herself to look again |
| [00:45.700] | Nothing is hideous. |
| [00:46.530] | |
| [00:46.950] | So while Marshall Law is wanking on about his artwork |
| [00:49.610] | She smiles at the guy opposite, |
| [00:51.270] | Bright eyes, dark shirt. |
| [00:52.500] | He raises his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall. |
| [00:55.510] | ' My name' s Becky,' she says, |
| [00:57.610] | ' What' s yours?' |
| [00:58.440] | |
| [00:58.720] | She was like nothing that he' d seen before. |
| [01:01.000] | Strong body, soft edges, with something so raw |
| [01:03.920] | In the core of her iris. |
| [01:05.210] | He said his name, ' Harry'. |
| [01:06.950] | And never in his life had he felt so happy. |
| [01:09.680] | They got talking, |
| [01:10.950] | Free bar. Exhausting decorum |
| [01:12.760] | He drank until she was so absorbing |
| [01:14.810] | He blanked out the party. |
| [01:16.220] | The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure, |
| [01:19.040] | Something was happening here. |
| [01:21.210] | |
| [01:21.600] | He was kinda nervous, |
| [01:22.700] | His eyes kept doing circuits of the room. |
| [01:24.490] | He drank as fast as they could serve him, |
| [01:26.500] | Then this dude comes over, |
| [01:27.820] | Sticks out a thick hand, |
| [01:29.500] | And Harry looks at her |
| [01:30.770] | Like he' s just found himself in quicksand. |
| [01:32.760] | He gives this guy a wrap, they shake hands |
| [01:34.950] | Sweaty cash passed between palms, |
| [01:36.870] | No fuss. Bish bash, yes, bosh. |
| [01:39.160] | He looked at her guiltily, |
| [01:40.510] | She waved it off, smiling |
| [01:42.120] | ' You a shotter then, right? |
| [01:43.380] | I don' t care.' |
| [01:44.290] | |
| [01:44.570] | ' Becky, all I ever wanted was a place of my own.' |
| [01:47.070] | His eyes, wide and trusting, |
| [01:48.570] | He' s staring at her, desperate for something to click. |
| [01:51.320] | He is opening up. This is it. |
| [01:53.450] | ' A real classy place, the whole bit, |
| [01:55.490] | Like a speakeasy, right? |
| [01:57.120] | Chandeliers and lights |
| [01:58.380] | That shine off of the glasses |
| [02:00.020] | No hype, and no arseholes. |
| [02:01.580] | Instead of rotting our guts out |
| [02:03.070] | In shitty old boozers |
| [02:04.590] | We can be grown men, listening to music, |
| [02:07.070] | Real music. Played with heart by real bands, |
| [02:09.990] | Not just posers looking like they' re |
| [02:11.580] | Giving blowjobs to mic stands. |
| [02:13.750] | And I' ll be in a waistcoat, dead grand. |
| [02:16.110] | Harry' s Place. |
| [02:17.260] | Or, at least, that' s the plan.' |
| [02:18.970] | |
| [02:19.140] | She was half listening, |
| [02:20.410] | Half not listening. |
| [02:21.550] | Kept getting distracted by the lights flickering. |
| [02:24.420] | He looks like an outline that needs filling in. |
| [02:27.290] | He leans in close, starts whispering: |
| [02:29.470] | |
| [02:30.410] | ' The thing is, and it' s weird, |
| [02:31.830] | I never felt so able, |
| [02:33.140] | To talk like this to anybody, ever, |
| [02:36.080] | Recently Becky, I' ve been really feeling the pressure. |
| [02:38.660] | I can' t tell you how good it is |
| [02:39.990] | To get this off my chest.' |
| [02:41.540] | |
| [02:42.080] | Becky' s holding tight to her glass. |
| [02:43.980] | Good coke, brain fast. |
| [02:45.330] | She watches his face as he talks. |
| [02:47.240] | Little bump on her fingertips |
| [02:49.110] | Expert. Quick snort. |
| [02:50.560] | Sucking on a cigarette, feeling vaguely bored. |
| [02:53.250] | |
| [02:53.690] | It' s true if you believe it. |
| [02:56.240] | The world is the world |
| [02:57.460] | But it' s all how you see it. |
| [02:59.590] | One man' s flash of lightning ripping through the air |
| [03:02.280] | Is another' s passing glare, hardly there. |
| [03:05.210] | It' s true if you believe it. |
| [03:07.080] | The world is the world |
| [03:08.930] | But it' s all how you see it. |
| [03:11.040] | One man' s flash of lightning ripping through the air |
| [03:13.780] | Is another' s passing glare, hardly there. |
| [03:15.420] | |
| [03:17.430] | ' If I' m being honest, well it is, |
| [03:19.050] | It' s like a trap, |
| [03:20.100] | I ain' t trying to be flash |
| [03:21.280] | I just need to raise the cash for the dream. |
| [03:22.410] | I hardly touch it myself |
| [03:24.300] | Look, it ain' t that |
| [03:25.430] | But once I set myself a task, |
| [03:26.800] | Well, there ain' t no going back. |
| [03:28.210] | And I am halfway there, |
| [03:29.670] | I am, nearly, anyway, |
| [03:31.440] | The point is, |
| [03:32.640] | I kinda had to push all of my friends away. |
| [03:34.000] | I can' t have nobody |
| [03:35.750] | Knowing what I' m up to |
| [03:37.010] | I keep it very secret but the thing is |
| [03:39.180] | I would love to, |
| [03:40.320] | Just for one day, |
| [03:41.320] | You know, live like any other guy. |
| [03:43.030] | I can' t have a girlfriend, you see |
| [03:44.700] | ' Cause I don' t like to lie. |
| [03:45.960] | It' s safer all round |
| [03:46.940] | That I just keep my head down. |
| [03:48.190] | And, yeah, the business is booming, |
| [03:49.690] | Yeah, the business is really booming. |
| [03:51.370] | But my family think I work in recruitment |
| [03:53.820] | So, I get up every morning |
| [03:55.620] | And I put a shirt and suit on |
| [03:57.280] | And I get on a train, I go up town. |
| [03:59.150] | It' s all professional users. |
| [04:00.970] | I sell in the boardrooms and not the boozers |
| [04:02.980] | To, like, CEOs and these modern day Scrooges |
| [04:05.930] | Who get their secretaries to bring me coffee, |
| [04:08.350] | It' s so stupid. |
| [04:09.120] | Meant to be hard times, right, a recession? |
| [04:11.460] | But these guys are buying more than ever, I reckon |
| [04:14.680] | And I |
| [04:15.240] | |
| [04:15.740] | He' s got nice eyes, |
| [04:16.400] | Shame about his issues, though. |
| [04:17.470] | The party pushes on, her cynicism' s getting vicious, |
| [04:20.090] | Show nothing, |
| [04:20.860] | Keep smiling. |
| [04:21.720] | |
| [04:21.940] | She catches the eye of her mates, |
| [04:23.320] | They' re dancing by the bar |
| [04:24.860] | They' re in a state. |
| [04:25.820] | Nod for ' save me' |
| [04:26.780] | They understand, dance over, |
| [04:28.690] | Put their arms around her shoulders |
| [04:30.200] | ' Becky, we' re bored, let' s go'. |
| [04:32.300] | His mouth slows to a stop, |
| [04:33.700] | He seems to lose his composure, |
| [04:35.000] | She smiles at him |
| [04:36.150] | ' Yeah, was nice getting to know ya.' |
| [04:37.420] | |
| [04:37.820] | No, not like that, don' t leave. |
| [04:39.740] | Please. |
| [04:41.470] | Don' t make her go, we' ve just got started. |
| [04:43.990] | |
| [04:44.430] | Their teeth are bare, their feet are planted |
| [04:46.130] | Their smirking at him like he' s dirt, |
| [04:47.900] | And now his heart is |
| [04:48.930] | Damp with the fury of |
| [04:50.710] | Finding and losing |
| [04:52.090] | This miracle girl. |
| [04:53.200] | He feels weak with confusion, like |
| [04:55.200] | What had he said? |
| [04:56.370] | How long had he talked? |
| [04:57.930] | He watches them walk to the doors |
| [04:59.460] | His blood roars. |
| [05:00.560] | |
| [05:00.840] | In the back of the cab, the girls sit there giggling. |
| [05:03.470] | The driver lets them smoke out of the window |
| [05:05.370] | So they' re shivering. |
| [05:06.450] | They pass a bottle of wine back and forth |
| [05:08.430] | Let it clash against their teeth. |
| [05:10.030] | The cab moves fast through the streets. |
| [05:11.810] | ' Who was that guy you was with?' |
| [05:14.340] | Becky shakes her head softly, |
| [05:15.890] | ' Him? I don' t know, probably alright, |
| [05:18.090] | But I could tell he was one of them " save me" types, |
| [05:20.700] | And I couldn' t be dealing with that. |
| [05:22.450] | Not tonight.' |
| [05:23.870] |
| [00:00.000] | Everywhere is monsters. |
| [00:01.450] | Tits out, wetmouthed, heads back. |
| [00:03.570] | Shouting and screaming just to prove they exist. |
| [00:06.000] | |
| [00:06.670] | Becky' s at the bar with the usual mix |
| [00:08.970] | Of decadent fabrics and desolate lighting. |
| [00:12.340] | Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name. |
| [00:15.270] | Blowing more breeze |
| [00:16.340] | Than the wind at the weather vane. |
| [00:17.870] | |
| [00:18.390] | Industry slimeballs, showbiz bigdeals. |
| [00:20.960] | The cool new band with the retro feel, |
| [00:23.280] | It' s the wrap party for their video. |
| [00:25.390] | Becky danced in it. |
| [00:26.560] | The director, Marshall Law, |
| [00:28.080] | Head to toe in yellow velour, |
| [00:29.790] | Is holding court about the science of image |
| [00:32.080] | While the sycophants giggle and grimace. |
| [00:34.120] | Becky fidgets, tells herself, |
| [00:36.100] | ' Must stop being so cynical, |
| [00:38.140] | Everybody here is a human, |
| [00:40.390] | Even these pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.' |
| [00:43.850] | She tells herself to look again |
| [00:45.700] | Nothing is hideous. |
| [00:46.530] | |
| [00:46.950] | So while Marshall Law is wanking on about his artwork |
| [00:49.610] | She smiles at the guy opposite, |
| [00:51.270] | Bright eyes, dark shirt. |
| [00:52.500] | He raises his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall. |
| [00:55.510] | ' My name' s Becky,' she says, |
| [00:57.610] | ' What' s yours?' |
| [00:58.440] | |
| [00:58.720] | She was like nothing that he' d seen before. |
| [01:01.000] | Strong body, soft edges, with something so raw |
| [01:03.920] | In the core of her iris. |
| [01:05.210] | He said his name, ' Harry'. |
| [01:06.950] | And never in his life had he felt so happy. |
| [01:09.680] | They got talking, |
| [01:10.950] | Free bar. Exhausting decorum |
| [01:12.760] | He drank until she was so absorbing |
| [01:14.810] | He blanked out the party. |
| [01:16.220] | The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure, |
| [01:19.040] | Something was happening here. |
| [01:21.210] | |
| [01:21.600] | He was kinda nervous, |
| [01:22.700] | His eyes kept doing circuits of the room. |
| [01:24.490] | He drank as fast as they could serve him, |
| [01:26.500] | Then this dude comes over, |
| [01:27.820] | Sticks out a thick hand, |
| [01:29.500] | And Harry looks at her |
| [01:30.770] | Like he' s just found himself in quicksand. |
| [01:32.760] | He gives this guy a wrap, they shake hands |
| [01:34.950] | Sweaty cash passed between palms, |
| [01:36.870] | No fuss. Bish bash, yes, bosh. |
| [01:39.160] | He looked at her guiltily, |
| [01:40.510] | She waved it off, smiling |
| [01:42.120] | ' You a shotter then, right? |
| [01:43.380] | I don' t care.' |
| [01:44.290] | |
| [01:44.570] | ' Becky, all I ever wanted was a place of my own.' |
| [01:47.070] | His eyes, wide and trusting, |
| [01:48.570] | He' s staring at her, desperate for something to click. |
| [01:51.320] | He is opening up. This is it. |
| [01:53.450] | ' A real classy place, the whole bit, |
| [01:55.490] | Like a speakeasy, right? |
| [01:57.120] | Chandeliers and lights |
| [01:58.380] | That shine off of the glasses |
| [02:00.020] | No hype, and no arseholes. |
| [02:01.580] | Instead of rotting our guts out |
| [02:03.070] | In shitty old boozers |
| [02:04.590] | We can be grown men, listening to music, |
| [02:07.070] | Real music. Played with heart by real bands, |
| [02:09.990] | Not just posers looking like they' re |
| [02:11.580] | Giving blowjobs to mic stands. |
| [02:13.750] | And I' ll be in a waistcoat, dead grand. |
| [02:16.110] | Harry' s Place. |
| [02:17.260] | Or, at least, that' s the plan.' |
| [02:18.970] | |
| [02:19.140] | She was half listening, |
| [02:20.410] | Half not listening. |
| [02:21.550] | Kept getting distracted by the lights flickering. |
| [02:24.420] | He looks like an outline that needs filling in. |
| [02:27.290] | He leans in close, starts whispering: |
| [02:29.470] | |
| [02:30.410] | ' The thing is, and it' s weird, |
| [02:31.830] | I never felt so able, |
| [02:33.140] | To talk like this to anybody, ever, |
| [02:36.080] | Recently Becky, I' ve been really feeling the pressure. |
| [02:38.660] | I can' t tell you how good it is |
| [02:39.990] | To get this off my chest.' |
| [02:41.540] | |
| [02:42.080] | Becky' s holding tight to her glass. |
| [02:43.980] | Good coke, brain fast. |
| [02:45.330] | She watches his face as he talks. |
| [02:47.240] | Little bump on her fingertips |
| [02:49.110] | Expert. Quick snort. |
| [02:50.560] | Sucking on a cigarette, feeling vaguely bored. |
| [02:53.250] | |
| [02:53.690] | It' s true if you believe it. |
| [02:56.240] | The world is the world |
| [02:57.460] | But it' s all how you see it. |
| [02:59.590] | One man' s flash of lightning ripping through the air |
| [03:02.280] | Is another' s passing glare, hardly there. |
| [03:05.210] | It' s true if you believe it. |
| [03:07.080] | The world is the world |
| [03:08.930] | But it' s all how you see it. |
| [03:11.040] | One man' s flash of lightning ripping through the air |
| [03:13.780] | Is another' s passing glare, hardly there. |
| [03:15.420] | |
| [03:17.430] | ' If I' m being honest, well it is, |
| [03:19.050] | It' s like a trap, |
| [03:20.100] | I ain' t trying to be flash |
| [03:21.280] | I just need to raise the cash for the dream. |
| [03:22.410] | I hardly touch it myself |
| [03:24.300] | Look, it ain' t that |
| [03:25.430] | But once I set myself a task, |
| [03:26.800] | Well, there ain' t no going back. |
| [03:28.210] | And I am halfway there, |
| [03:29.670] | I am, nearly, anyway, |
| [03:31.440] | The point is, |
| [03:32.640] | I kinda had to push all of my friends away. |
| [03:34.000] | I can' t have nobody |
| [03:35.750] | Knowing what I' m up to |
| [03:37.010] | I keep it very secret but the thing is |
| [03:39.180] | I would love to, |
| [03:40.320] | Just for one day, |
| [03:41.320] | You know, live like any other guy. |
| [03:43.030] | I can' t have a girlfriend, you see |
| [03:44.700] | ' Cause I don' t like to lie. |
| [03:45.960] | It' s safer all round |
| [03:46.940] | That I just keep my head down. |
| [03:48.190] | And, yeah, the business is booming, |
| [03:49.690] | Yeah, the business is really booming. |
| [03:51.370] | But my family think I work in recruitment |
| [03:53.820] | So, I get up every morning |
| [03:55.620] | And I put a shirt and suit on |
| [03:57.280] | And I get on a train, I go up town. |
| [03:59.150] | It' s all professional users. |
| [04:00.970] | I sell in the boardrooms and not the boozers |
| [04:02.980] | To, like, CEOs and these modern day Scrooges |
| [04:05.930] | Who get their secretaries to bring me coffee, |
| [04:08.350] | It' s so stupid. |
| [04:09.120] | Meant to be hard times, right, a recession? |
| [04:11.460] | But these guys are buying more than ever, I reckon |
| [04:14.680] | And I |
| [04:15.240] | |
| [04:15.740] | He' s got nice eyes, |
| [04:16.400] | Shame about his issues, though. |
| [04:17.470] | The party pushes on, her cynicism' s getting vicious, |
| [04:20.090] | Show nothing, |
| [04:20.860] | Keep smiling. |
| [04:21.720] | |
| [04:21.940] | She catches the eye of her mates, |
| [04:23.320] | They' re dancing by the bar |
| [04:24.860] | They' re in a state. |
| [04:25.820] | Nod for ' save me' |
| [04:26.780] | They understand, dance over, |
| [04:28.690] | Put their arms around her shoulders |
| [04:30.200] | ' Becky, we' re bored, let' s go'. |
| [04:32.300] | His mouth slows to a stop, |
| [04:33.700] | He seems to lose his composure, |
| [04:35.000] | She smiles at him |
| [04:36.150] | ' Yeah, was nice getting to know ya.' |
| [04:37.420] | |
| [04:37.820] | No, not like that, don' t leave. |
| [04:39.740] | Please. |
| [04:41.470] | Don' t make her go, we' ve just got started. |
| [04:43.990] | |
| [04:44.430] | Their teeth are bare, their feet are planted |
| [04:46.130] | Their smirking at him like he' s dirt, |
| [04:47.900] | And now his heart is |
| [04:48.930] | Damp with the fury of |
| [04:50.710] | Finding and losing |
| [04:52.090] | This miracle girl. |
| [04:53.200] | He feels weak with confusion, like |
| [04:55.200] | What had he said? |
| [04:56.370] | How long had he talked? |
| [04:57.930] | He watches them walk to the doors |
| [04:59.460] | His blood roars. |
| [05:00.560] | |
| [05:00.840] | In the back of the cab, the girls sit there giggling. |
| [05:03.470] | The driver lets them smoke out of the window |
| [05:05.370] | So they' re shivering. |
| [05:06.450] | They pass a bottle of wine back and forth |
| [05:08.430] | Let it clash against their teeth. |
| [05:10.030] | The cab moves fast through the streets. |
| [05:11.810] | ' Who was that guy you was with?' |
| [05:14.340] | Becky shakes her head softly, |
| [05:15.890] | ' Him? I don' t know, probably alright, |
| [05:18.090] | But I could tell he was one of them " save me" types, |
| [05:20.700] | And I couldn' t be dealing with that. |
| [05:22.450] | Not tonight.' |
| [05:23.870] |