![Dengarkan 'Salt Coast (feat. Speakers Corner Quartet) [Apple Music Home Session]' dari Kae Tempest.](https://is1-ssl.mzstatic.com/image/thumb/Music112/v4/04/c9/8e/04c98e35-63bc-131c-fbcc-c1118b548f16/22UM1IM01792.rgb.jpg/1275x1275bb-60.webp "Dengarkan 'Salt Coast (feat. Speakers Corner Quartet) [Apple Music Home Session]' dari Kae Tempest.")
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kae Tempest
Vocals
Kwake Bass
Drums
Biscuit
Flute
Peter Bennie
Bass
Raven Bush
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kae Tempest
Composer
Dan Carey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kwake Bass
Mixing Engineer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
[Verse 2]
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
[Verse 3]
All dressed up with nowhere to go
I love your sleeve-pulling nervousness
I love the way you crumble into chalk at your edges
I love the way you fade into a sky that is as endless
As your willingness to try
[Verse 4]
Keep going and it will get better
[Verse 5]
I love the way you push to get clear
I love the way you dance to get strong
[Verse 6]
Ancient
Slick clay, rock-formed, wet sand, moss-borne
What came before
And what will come after
[Verse 7]
Beneath the orderly queues, the bad moods, the who's who
The night shifts in flat shoes
The discarded masks, the empty tubes
The reds, the blues
The colds, the flus
The buy-to-let, the play-to-lose
The Michelin-starred, the fast food
The White Ace, the Grey Goose
The straight lies, the strange truth
The have-not's and have to's
[Verse 8]
I can hear the deep rasp of your laughter, joyful
[Verse 9]
Beneath the stifled resentments
And micro-aggressions
All part of the fabric
The tension woven so tight it defies its dimension
The see-but-don't-feel
The know-but-don't-mention
[Verse 10]
There you are; hedonistic, self-destructive, insecure
Trying to get away from the mistakes you've made before
Trying to get away from the mistakes you've made before
[Verse 11]
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
[Verse 12]
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
[Verse 13]
Veering into change
I appreciate your effort
Acknowledging your privilege
But prone to back-stepping
[Verse 14]
Sure, it's not by our past that our future will be measured
It's by the very moment that we're slumping in, disheveled
Six hours in to some TV show that tastes like the feeling of pizza
I know what you reach for
[Verse 15]
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Benched, waiting for a path to open up
Waiting for a thing that might make you old enough
To get into the pub
Where people drink to lost youth
[Verse 16]
I see you, scraping the gravel in your Air Max
So beautiful, so chaotic, so grounded
Home
Concrete and loam
Brick-dust and loans
Wood-floors
Screen-doors
And a place of your own
Pay it off the rest of your life, but who's asking?
[Verse 17]
Restless
Distilling the heat
Too long on your feet
You just want to be free
From the strain of what's done in your name
Every single inch of you is somebody's claim
[Verse 18]
The familiar refrain
Of their glory and your shame
You just want to keep moving, the energy contained
Is spilling out and making trouble for you
Nothing is the same
[Verse 19]
You got out from underneath the weight of suffer and obey
The tyranny and hate of Britannia Rules the Waves
And now you swing your hips as you go strutting down the lane
[Verse 20]
I love you when I see you this plain
[Verse 21]
Your salt coast, your foul wind
Your old ghosts, your scrap tin
The browning of your leaves
And the greening of your rain, rain
[Verse 22]
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
[Verse 23]
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Rain
Written by: Dan Carey, Kae Tempest
