Letra de Down by the Stream - Yard Act

(Feat. [])

Well, when Peter Pullen turned thirteen

He threw a party in Partington for the whole team

And it was him and me, Jono Steadman, Connor Cartwright

And Doug Duggan with Peter's cousin Dean

Do you remember Dean?

We wandered off into the woods

Behind the park with Dean's older brother Mark

Some cherry cola can bongs down by the stream

I wore these beige chinos

Swore they were just cream jeans

Their red eyes chuckling

When suddenly Jono screamed

Ow

Pellet in his leg

A couple more shots whizzed past, felt fast

Probably not

Just the shock of the shots

So we ducked behind the rocks

We crawled through the dead leaves and the moss

Up the path and ran all the way back

We didn't let up until we got past the bus stop near Joanna's house

Bill popped that pellet out with a hot box-cutter

And Jono didn't cry at all, he didn't even stutter, yeah

Jono was alright, Jono was a good guy

I think his dad came over from somewhere else or summat

Sometime in '85 or '86

Or maybe he was from Milton Keynes

I can't really remember

But he was different to ours

And Jono had been deaf till he was four

'Cause he had this weird wax buildup in his ears

So he spoke a little slow and I was a prick about it

And picked on him

And bullied him before he found his feet here

'Cause

'Cause

Well, don't know why

But I did and I've gotta live with it

Maybe it was just kids being kids

Or maybe it was just my inner ape baring its teeth

But I got picked on too

I might've been a prick, sure, but I was just insecure

And who gets to decide what's being snide

And what's just giving you what you're good for?

We were all good in the end though, I think

He never held it against me

We ended up on a school trip to Blackpool when we hit sixteen

Sharing cheap pills that weren't too strong

But lasted long enough to take the edge off life getting real

And draw the curtains on life feeling just that little bit

The sharks start circling

And the nights get longer

Jono, I never said sorry to your face, so I'll say it in this song

I was young, but moreso, I was wrong

And I swear down

If I found out my own son had been picking on someone

Well, when he came home from school

I'd grab that little fucker by his rucksack

Pin him up to the wall and scream in his face

Until he'd never dare make another person feel shitty at all

'Cause they picked on me too, so I know, same as you

That the pain never really goes away

It just finds new places to hide inside the darkest nooks and crannies of your brain

Again and again

It surprises you every time you find it

The old cycle of abuse

He did it to me, so I'll do it to you

And it don't matter if you're tough as old boots

There's no margin for error in this world

There's absolutely no excuse

Though the very fibres of our being are frayed to the point of exhaustion for a bit of harmless fun

Jesus Christ, I never meant to hurt anyone

And I was trouble too

I was lost

I lived under a storm cloud

When I was just a boy like you

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