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жанры: hip-hop, british, rap
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Too Much Brandy
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The Streets
жанры: hip-hop, british, rap
альбомы: Original Pirate Material
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Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder But where were you that cold December Cos we were in the grasshopper spending guilders Central station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if you're boredLet's go see Roy, get fucked up with the boys Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a minute These mushrooms just kicked in, think I might be finished The ball game heads for the worse For what it's worth I might just fall off the edge of the earth Brain's kind of surfing nowWe wander down darkened pathways in a daze "Want to buy any cocaine?", am I paranoid? Yes, you're paranoid Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving Take me home to my baby, two bags of mushrooms Room's mushed up and I need a cradleIn its own little way, my body was trying to say That you better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you better stop drinking brandyNow getting to the bar's gonna be trouble So the Marlons'll have to be doubles Then you drink doubles The same speed you drink singles Ah, beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottleThen by three or four, your head's a bit mangled Club's full, you mingle you dance the fandango You sing all your favourite jingles Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon One has a monocle and cigar Dickie bow and long JohnsMy utility belt tells me it's to the bar batman Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance floor For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique Get to the beat, loosen up, it's the streetsIn its own little way, my body was trying to say That you better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you better stop drinking brandyWe eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube Every time the train clunks I feel like puking Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring Then it all goes hazy, these are the days We're walking up out and back to the road, talking Well, shouting actually, loads more drunk, by JoveMind's focused, balance fucked up Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the dogstar and If it's his round I'm quite partial to another Marlon at the bar Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break Take it easy mate, you start to think You're a state, you definitely are a stateIn its own little way, my body was trying to say That you better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you better stop drinking brandy
Это интересно:Автора, идеолога и единственного участника проекта The Streets зовут Майк Скиннер. Приехав в Лондон из затрапезного Бирмингема (местных жителей принято называть "брамми" за их замысловатый акцент; например название своего города они произносят как Браммиджем – отсюда и кличка), он взялся за дело с присущим большинству провинциалов рвением и оказался самым востребованным на сегодня... продолжение
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