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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Speakers Corner Quartet
Speakers Corner Quartet
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Kwake Bass
Kwake Bass
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Raven Bush
Raven Bush
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Peter Bennie
Peter Bennie
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Biscuit
Biscuit
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Kae Tempest
Kae Tempest
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raven Bush
Raven Bush
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Peter Bennie
Peter Bennie
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Kae Tempest
Kae Tempest
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Alan Ross Harris
Alan Ross Harris
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Giles Kwakeulati King-Ashong
Giles Kwakeulati King-Ashong
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Speakers Corner Quaret
Speakers Corner Quaret
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Lyrics

And that's when he said I don't wanna be washed up without you Evolved to a lump in a shell looking out at the world with no legs No hands, no head No glands, no plans, no throat just sand She said, well, don't go backwards, don't stay sat down too long Don't be background sound drowned out Don't get stuck, move on Don't get caught, found out Don't get lost, don't get crossed out, don't get squashed Don't come back, don't leave Don't get drum checks, don't get reverb I get you, but you don't get me He said, I've never seen more than I see right now, but we've never known less We've never known trust nor wisdom How can a million blips with their silicone chips And an Instagram Twitch prepare the deep cracks to the kingdom She said, we're defined by our ill-formed opinions Refreshed by the shock of it all, how noble And I said, we live in the thrall of a gaggle of demons With glossy demeanors and outdated opinions And they sit on their lawns with their thousand pound picnics Fresh from a hard day of speaking in tongues and murdering children Cutting the funds to education and health care They sentence our young to a lifetime of debt Lovely tuxedos, satin and velvet Losing control, pedal and other terrorist threats Opportunity knocks Britain's on its knees with blood dripping from his socks Driven to new degrees of desperation and unease With a mouth full of blame and tattoos that say "what?" Meanwhile, what's immigrant this, immigrant that Where the populace pop into pop-ups And pop out the pictures and popcorn and it's popping off See the twin bulls have locked horns And the wise man says When there is hope, it's already too late, Geronimo Nothing but air, free falling Imagining something is there, it keeps calling Come into the light, open up your chest Why you so uptight and so stressed? Come into the future it's lovely over here Just put your headset on and everything will be clear, disappear Here, take this pill, stop worrying Load this world, stop fidgeting Go your own way, stop following Make your own moves, be everything Wake up and love more Eat slogans for breakfast and shit out the alphabet Then read the foul future before you pull the trigger And flush the whole mess into the contaminated river And he said yeah, I know I'm supposed to be angry But lately I'm just into gun falls of Mandy and techno It's so nice when you hold me, don't let go But let's go back to the matter at hand And she said I don't wanna be washed up without you And the sea crept up a little closer to the land Geronimo blues when there's nothing left to lose But the planet, jump off the edge and give thanks Geronimo blues when there's nothing left to lose Go past language and fill in the blanks Go past language, fill in the
Writer(s): Alan Ross Harris, Giles King-ashong, Kae Tempest, Raven Sean Bush, Peter James Bennie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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