Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Sharrocks
Drums
Laurie Illingworth
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Scott Olley
Songwriter
Lyrics
Four days a week I see the drunks in Forest Rec
On my way to work, sitting in the sun, getting wrecked
Hugging that bench, hugging last friends, chugging rounds, bent
They don't bother me, so I don't bother them
Dead or green: these eyes... loving that pre-work dread
Picking up calls, giving blood, but I never bled
I should pack it all in and go and do something else instead
I should pack it all in... I'm just a little scared
Pop a pill - we wouldn't want you west
Sit and chill - and make thanks for the mess
Pop a pill - we wouldn't want you west
Sit and chill - and make thanks for the mess
And this muse was only ever meant to be my mistress
Used and confused, with a kiss can come some blisters
"Whycliffe, have a bit on this if I can sing along?"
I'll admit, it doesn't feel right... but it doesn't feel wrong
Pop a pill - we wouldn't want you west
Sit and chill - and make thanks for the mess
Pop a pill - we wouldn't want you west
Sit and chill - and make thanks for the mess
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
What some see as distance, others see as depths
The pit patter 'til you're shattered - and calling it progress
Gear changes through to windswept - are you afraid of the stillness?
Like bombing bikes with burning legs, bent, air chugging, up and down round Forest Rec
Slow down... slow down
Slow down... slow down
Slow down... slow down
Slow down... slow down
Writer(s): Jonathan Olley
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