Letra de Blues - Geordie Greep

You’re all grown up, you have your own stove

And your own pair of oven gloves

You have arrangements and assignations

You keep up appearances and have a reputation

You sit in the park and work on your sonnets

You talk about yourself in the past tense

You have opinions that can’t be shaken, and morals firm

"D'you know what I mean? D'you know what I mean?

D'you know what I mean? D'you know what I mean?

D'you know what I mean? D'you know what I mean?

D'you know what I mean? D'you know what I mean?

D'you know what I mean? D'you know what I mean?"

Is your favourite turn of phrase

"You know what I mean, you know what I mean

You know what I mean, you know what I mean"

Is your second favourite turn of phrase

You can speak English better than anyone

And you can curse like no one ever has done

And you have a bigger dick than any man who’s ever lived

And you can cum more than a hundred stallions

In a room that smells of cigarettes and carrion

Under sheets freezing cold with damp

You voyage far and wide across plain and ocean

Steppe and marsh on celestial bridges

And knock down doors and climb in windows

And listen in, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

Can you hear that? The signs of life? Not yet awake?

The stirring, the screwing up of eyes?

A blanket that forms mountains, the valley between knee and cheek

The steep slide down to the feet, the toe poking out—be careful, don’t touch!

Have discipline, my boy; just watch—stay outside

Stay outside in the cold

Can you feel it, you can feel it, you can feel it

See? There’s a universe in this room

You scrounger of toilets and pillager of tombs

You don’t have to work because working is for schmucks

You know God will light your way

You are ready to admit to murder, to assault

To robbery, to pederasty, to fraud

You are ready to take the blame for every crime of all men

But the jury is out to lunch

You imagine the roaming camera that captures your melancholy

You walk the streets that stink of disease

You turn up your collar like James Dean

You put your right hand under your jacket

And pretend you have a gun

You put your left hand under your jacket

And pretend you’re Napoleon

You squeeze your spots till they bleed

You turn your face so no one sees

Do beggars still play accordions?

You should pay one to follow you around and play your theme

Soon your nails will sing

Soon your earrings will ring

Soon your organs will grow little mouths

And speak for themselves

Soon your body will stage a civil war

Soon your heart will burst out free

And soon it will look you in the face and ask

What have you done?

Why have you led it astray?

Soon your brain will migrate

Soon your balls self-castrate

Your feet will scuttle off

Your hands will fly away

Soon your eyes will glue themselves shut

Soon your legs refuse to hold you up

So embarrassed to bear your name

Your body will vanish out of shame

The first step is acceptance

Admit you have no idea what you are doing

Admit you have no name and no ambition

Admit that you sleepwalk through life

Admit that you sleep only sleepless nights

Admit your best dreams involve being carried

That spirit that enters your room

Those arms that envelop poor you

That carry you away

In those arms you escape

You dissolve through clouds

London shrinks as you leave it behind

London turns to a model village

And now you are one with yourself

You are finally proud

Admit that you’ve tried to cry and can’t

Admit to yourself; no one else cares

There’s no jury present; there’s no reporters

There’s no examination; it's only you

Soon you’ll disappear

Soon you won’t be here

Soon you’ll have all the time in the world

Soon your lips will unwrap

Soon your lips will expand

You’ll pull them apart, up over your head

Soon you’ll be inside out

Soon your veins will spring off

Soon they’ll spread out for miles

Soon your veins will transport trains all over the world

Soon your veins will be a railroad

Soon your mind will extract itself

And very soon you’ll disappear, soon you’ll disappear

You’ll be fine, just relax

Soon you’ll disappear

That’s the only fact

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