歌词
Concrete statues touch the bleary eyes of dawn as
Remnants of the night before are sheepishly withdrawn
Neon whispers fade the ghosts of shadow sounds
With a quiet embrace, dreams are burning down
The ageing urban pulse has shuddered to a crawl as
Dislocated footsteps echo on the shuttered sprawl
Rust and ruin tell their stories of decay
Flickering streetlights live to fight another day
I've got the smokestack blues
I've got the smokestack blues
I've got the smokestack blues
I've got the smokestack blues
Tales of love & loss with dreams you can admire as
Lonely roads carve their way to trouble & desire
Silent thoughts are drifting through the morning haze
Shifting with the landscape in the dawn's eternal maze
I'll wrestle demons till the sunlight splits the sky as
Memories slowly denigrate the world they occupy
The early morning grafters in subconscious disarray
Flowing like an river meandering into day
I've got the smokestack blues
I've got the smokestack blues
I've got the smokestack blues
I've got the smokestack blues
Written by: Simon Shackleton
