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Song «Europe Is Lost» von Kate Tempest.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2015 11 27 (Digital), 2016 10 07 (Album), 2017 02 01 (Digital)
Label: Selbstrelease (Youtube Audio), Caroline International CHAOS 24, Selbstrelease (Youtube Video)
Songwriter Kate Tempest
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Genre: Hip-Hop - Underground-Hip-Hop
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[Intro] In the basement flat, by the garages Where people dump their mattresses Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches The slats on her blinds are all wonky and skewed You can see her from the street before she moves out of view To kick her boots off tired feet She wipes her forehead with her wrist She's just back from a double shift Esther's a carer, doing nights Behind her, on the kitchen wall Is a black and white picture of swallows in flight Her eyes are sore, her muscles ache She cracks a beer and swigs it She holds it to her thirsty lips And necks it till it's finished It's 04:18 AM again Her brain is full from all she's done that day She knows that she won't sleep a wink Before the Sun is on its way She's worried 'bout the world tonight She's worried all the time She don't know how she's supposed To put it from her mind [Verse 1] Europe is lost, America lost, London lost Still we are clamouring victory All that is meaningless rules We have learned nothing from history The people are dead in their lifetimes Dazed in the shine of the streets But look how the traffic's still moving System’s too slick to stop working Business is good, and there’s bands every night in the pubs And there’s two for one drinks in the clubs And we scrubbed up well Washed off the work and the stress And now all we want’s some excess Better yet; a night to remember that we’ll soon forget All of the blood that was bled for these cities to grow All of the bodies that fell The roots that were dug from the earth So these games could be played I see it tonight in the stains on my hands The buildings are screaming I can't ask for help though, nobody knows me Hostile, worried, lonely We move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to Working and working so we can be all that we want Then dancing the drudgery off But even the drugs have got boring Well, sex is still good when you get it [Chorus 1] To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach To each a dream, don’t weep, don’t scream Just keep it in, keep sleeping in What am I gonna do to wake up? [Verse 2] I feel the cost of it pushing my body Like I push my hands into pockets, and softly I walk and I see it, this is all we deserve The wrongs of our past have resurfaced Despite all we did to vanquish the traces My very language is tainted With all that we stole to replace it with this I am quiet, feeling the onset of riot Riots are tiny though, systems are huge Traffic keeps moving, proving there’s nothing to do 'Cause it’s big business, baby, and its smile is hideous Top down violence, a structural viciousness Your kids are dosed up on medical sedatives But don’t worry bout that, man, worry 'bout terrorists The water level's rising! The water level's rising! The animals, the elephants, the polar bears are dying! Stop crying, start buying, but what about the oil spill? Shh, no one likes a party pooping spoil sport Massacres, massacres, massacres/new shoes Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight By those employed to protect them Live porn streamed to your pre-teen's bedrooms Glass ceiling, no headroom Half a generation live beneath the breadline Oh, but it's happy hour on the high street Friday night at last lads, my treat! All went fine till that kid got glassed in the last bar Place went nuts, you can ask our Lou It was madness, road ran red, pure claret And about them immigrants? I can't stand them Mostly, I mind my own business They’re only coming over here to get rich, it’s a sickness England! England! Patriotism! And you wonder why kids want to die for religion? It goes, work all your life for a pittance Maybe you’ll make it to manager, pray for a raise Cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar The anarchists are desperate for something to smash Scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers In glamorous magazines, who’s dating who? Politico cash in an envelope Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits Now it's back to the house of lords with slapped wrists They abduct kids and fuck the heads of dead pigs But him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs Jail him, he’s the criminal Jail him, he’s the criminal It's the BoredOfItAll generation The product of product placement and manipulation Shoot 'em up, brutal, duty of care Come on, new shoes, beautiful hair, bullshit! Saccharine ballads and selfies, and selfies, and selfies And here’s me outside the palace of ME! Construct a self and psychosis Meanwhile the people were dead in their droves And, no, nobody noticed; well, some of them noticed You could tell by the emoji they posted [Chorus 2] Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes The lights are so nice and bright and let's dream But some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream What am I gonna do to wake up? [Verse 3] We are lost, we are lost, we are lost And still nothing, will stop, nothing pauses We have ambitions and friendships and courtships to think of Divorces to drink off the thought of The money, the money, the oil The planet is shaking and spoiled And life is a plaything A garment to soil The toil, the toil I can't see an ending at all Only the end How is this something to cherish? When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts To make room for alien structures Develop, develop And kill what you find if it threatens you No trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck Here in the land where nobody gives a fuck