Prostitutes - Fur: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Prostitutes

14

Hip-Hop/Rap

Prostitutes was released on February 4, 2012 by Soul Rub as a part of the album Fur - EP

Song Details

Release DateFebruary 4, 2012

LabelSoul Rub

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM99

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Fur

Performer

Josh Solnick, Greg Sanders, Ben Assiter, Harry Christelis, Benjin Pollock, Leo Richardson,

Josh Solnick, Greg Sanders, Ben Assiter, Harry Christelis, Benjin Pollock, Leo Richardson,

Cello

George Cole

Bass Guitar

Alaric Taylor

Trumpet

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Josh Solnick, Greg Sanders, Ben Assiter, Harry Christelis, Benjin Pollock, Leo Richardson,

Josh Solnick, Greg Sanders, Ben Assiter, Harry Christelis, Benjin Pollock, Leo Richardson,

Songwriter

Lyrics

Baby

I want you

(You dont want me, why'd you want me? I don't want me)

Come on boy, you know you wanna play

What is this I see on the warped muted telly screens?

Playing MTV on your sensors relentlessly

Over stimulation, in a sterile location

That's the paradox of the disembodied situation

Am I even here in the room? At the heigh of this samuda

Crum, trum, girls sellin' pum, for fake D&G's

And dim summer, slim some, from an Xpat

Aren't they havin fun? Who am I to judge? No son

Just one present at the cattle parade

Girls are bending over chairs, backsides on display,

Shot to the shot like the semen freedom

Of the screaming legions, the southern nether regions

The queen's alegions they're just havin a dance here

Am I the only one in the east with the task here?

Reasons for fools talk in these places

Where right and wrong

Suck on each others faces

I know I quite liked it (what's right and wrong?)

I think I'll have to go my way(good and evil?)

I know I quite liked it

I'll save it for another day

Walking on our hind legs, barking funny

Where unconditional love for piles of money

Wasps in the jar of honey, getting sucked down

In the marshlands, 'causehere the parks are muddy

And the route is convoluted with false signposts

Life in the womb is like the calm before the storm

Cyclone and now, really all I know

Is there's little distinction between a saint and a psycho

If any, and there's no god, so I guess nature knows

We can quantify life until our brains implode

But the end of the day, we're all just clever apes in clothes

Orbiting an orb of five, floating out in space alone

And we can try and tame the wild beasts inside of us

But no school of thought can stop our insticts from rising up

Most of us will kill to live, some of us will die for love

Snatch and grab, we're wired up to fight and fuck

I know I quite liked it

I think I'll have to go my way

I know I quite liked it

I'll save it for another day

I know I quite liked it

I think I'll have to go my way

I know I quite liked it

I'll save it for another day

Yeah you're looking quite nice

Over here, over there

Sitting there, in your chair

With that braid in your hair

Every table I swear's got a few girls to share

They're stating their trade

They're just making the way

But really

Aren't you just a pawn in this whole game?

The latest face of freedom

Shopping for a new chain

I'm not here on a mission

Condeming crime, after all

It's a trade as old as once upon a time

In the margins of the fairytale

That didn't make the edit

So in comfort we can all forget it

And I can't help but think

The issue here is systemic

It's manic

Capitalist and schizophrenic

A neo-liberal policy

Export it, properly

A tried and tested polity

That thrives on debt and poverty

So, if you're a prostitute

I'm a prostitute

We both sell our souls for a little bit of loot

A flower and some fruit

Be the bubbles in the flute

As we stagger in the night

Blindly searching for the truth

And that was it

I had to leave

And as I left

This one said

"You can massage my breast"

Whispered in my ear

One hand on my belt buckle

I got a chuckle

Sorry love I'm on the shuffle, to the shuttle

I gotta leave, I must go

What is this place in the dark, with no heart?

Yeah

Yeah we're für

We got that sound you prefer

If you're a him or a her

Like to confirm with all our adverbs and nouns

With that nice sound when we're gettin' down

A world is born, now start joinin' the town

Come check it out, gotta send love to the family

Freedom, big up, know what I mean?

Big up them lot (shine goes flash)

Yeah, you know that pins hot (Jack Kobovsky)

Big up my crew, who done test? (Who done test?)

Ten dragons (and all their fur)

Greg Sanders, Ben Aceter

Benjy Nolan, George Corn on bass

Harry Castellas, murmur on the microfone

And to all our special guests

Alan Rick Taylor on the trumpet (just how we rockin')

Neo Richardson on sax (makin' moves in London)

The town where I come from (Nicholas Rouger D. Naylor)

The town where I moved from (the saxophone)

The tracks that I get rude on (and of course, Ben Eaton)

Eatin' some Wu-Tang (yum yum)

Where I got my new shoes from (fresh)

Where I got my budget coupons (deal)

For some meal-deals where I used to go down

And check out deal-real

Back in the day, back in the day when I used to feel Seal

A night like that was never a day

Yeah big up Dorian Gray

Yeah big up omnious Cap Tosh children

Last shout out to the men

The HQ that made it all possible

Rob McAndrews, Mr. Airhead

Steve Western, master of the groundhouse

And of course Lester Salmon's live fly

Sup team?

This is the beat I put on in my sleep

Shut my eyes, nod my head, tap my feet

When I'm boppin' on the street

Gotta get that für fix

On loop, this is my third lick

Written by: Josh Solnick, Greg Sanders, Ben Assiter, Harry Christelis, Benjin Pollock, Leo Richardson

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