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Porter
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Porter은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2013년 10월 7일일에 Sunday Best Recordings에서 발매되었습니다.Repent Replenish Repeat
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발매일2013년 10월 7일
라벨Sunday Best Recordings
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
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BPM75

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실연 아티스트
Dan Le Sac
Dan Le Sac
실연자
dan le sac Vs Scroobius Pip
dan le sac Vs Scroobius Pip
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Scroobius Pip
Scroobius Pip
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Dan Le Sac
Dan Le Sac
프로듀서

가사

Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall
Are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds
Of thought paths that we all default to
Weird to think each one is someone's daughter
Cell one is a little padded palace
Within which lives a little girl named Alice
For half her life, in that room she has been banished
She drinks from the wrong side of the chalice
The girl's damaged
Each day when I arrive at the front gate
I hear her happy little voice say "
You're late, you're late, you're late"
Always talking to the friends in her head
Running round her cell and playing under her bed
At lunch times I go listen to her mad chatter
Matter of fact, tea parties with a limited platter
She won't touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely
With little tags saying either "drink me" or "eat me"
She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity
Always mad polite in spite of all the instability
Handles the containment and displacement just formidably
Hates the locking doors but by the morning she's forgiven me
Cell four will be Dorothy, sweet little thing
Always likes to chat and smile and dance and sing
It's startling, when you start to think
Of how you might react to this darker thing
She believes that she travelled to a faraway land
And havoc was wreaked by her own fair hand
She killed a woman by mistake straight away on arriving
Then formed a gang to go and hunt and kill the victim's sibling
It's kinda fucked up
They killed wolves and crows
As they trod a bloodstained path along a yellow brick road
And once they'd killed their second victim they still weren't done
This posse bounded on and hounded some old man for fun
She tells the story with a smile while not the slightest flicker
Of rigour lingers as this princess clicks the heels on her slippers
Kinda hear a solemn mumble as I close the cell door
"Mister Porter, we ain't in Kansas no more"
One more door lets jaw about Wendy
Always looking forlorn, sat by her window like a sentry
Hope of entry is empty, due to bars and grating
But she still sits staring at the stars just waiting
Carved in her heart an outline never never fading
A figure hands on hips, feet never never quaking
Memories of a kiss, hands never never shaking
Her grasp on this dream of hers never never breaking
Years back you'd often hear her talking at night
About pirate's adventures and man-propelled flight
I know what you're thinking, absolutely batshit
Factually inaccurate, engaging the inanimate
She'd say "I believe in fairies" as she rung her little bell
And yeah that's kinda crazy but it's harmless as well
She harnessed herself apart from this hell
And started a well that through her dreams
Broke the fucking bars to this cell
Written by: Scroobius Pip
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