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  • Текст песни Kate Tempest - Marshall Law

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    Everywhere is monsters
    Tits out, wet-mouthed, heads back
    Shouting and screaming just to prove they exist

    Becky’s at the bar with the usual mix
    Of decadent fabrics and desolate lighting
    Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name
    Blowing more breeze
    Than the wind at the weather vane

    Industry slimeballs, showbiz big-deals
    The cool new band with the retro feel
    It’s the wrap party for their video
    Becky danced in it
    The director, Marshall Law
    Head to toe in yellow velour
    Is holding court about the science of image
    While the sycophants giggle and grimace
    Becky fidgets, tells herself
    ‘Must stop being so cynical
    Everybody here is a human
    Even these pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.’
    She tells herself to look again -
    Nothing is hideous

    So while Marshall Law is wanking on about his artwork
    She smiles at the guy opposite
    Bright eyes, dark shirt
    He raises his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall
    ‘My name’s Becky,’ she says
    ‘What’s yours?’

    She was like nothing that he’d seen before
    Strong body, soft edges, with something so raw
    In the core of her iris
    He said his name, ‘Harry’
    And never in his life had he felt so happy
    They got talking
    Free bar. Exhausting decorum
    He drank until she was so absorbing
    He blanked out the party
    The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure
    Something was happening here

    He was kinda nervous
    His eyes kept doing circuits of the room
    He drank as fast as they could serve him
    Then this dude comes over
    Sticks out a thick hand
    And Harry looks at her
    Like he’s just found himself in quicksand
    He gives this guy a wrap, they shake hands
    Sweaty cash passed between palms
    No fuss. Bish bash, yes, bosh
    He looked at her guiltily
    She waved it off, smiling
    ‘You a shotter then, right?
    I don’t care.’

    ‘Becky, all I ever wanted was a place of my own.’
    His eyes, wide and trusting
    He’s staring at her, desperate for something to click
    He is opening up. This is it
    ‘A real classy place, the whole bit
    Like a speakeasy, right?
    Chandeliers and lights
    That shine off of the glasses
    No hype, and no arseholes
    Instead of rotting our guts out
    In shitty old boozers
    We can be grown men, listening to music
    Real music. Played with heart by real bands
    Not just posers looking like they’re
    Giving blowjobs to mic stands
    And I’ll be in a waistcoat, dead grand
    Harry’s Place
    Or, at least, that’s the plan.’

    She was half listening
    Half not listening
    Kept getting distracted by the lights flickering
    He looks like an outline that needs filling in
    He leans in close, starts whispering:

    ‘The thing is, and it’s weird
    I never felt so able
    To talk like this to anybody, ever
    Recently Becky, I’ve been really feeling the pressure
    I can’t tell you how good it is
    To get this off my chest.’

    Becky’s holding tight to her glass
    Good coke, brain fast
    She watches his face as he talks
    Little bump on her fingertips
    Expert. Quick snort
    Sucking on a cigarette, feeling vaguely bored

    It’s true if you believe it
    The world is the world
    But it’s all how you see it
    One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air
    Is another’s passing glare, hardly there
    It’s true if you believe it
    The world is the world
    But it’s all how you see it
    One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air
    Is another’s passing glare, hardly there

    ‘If I’m being honest, well it is
    It’s like a trap
    I ain’t trying to be flash
    I just need to raise the cash for the dream
    I hardly touch it myself
    Look, it ain’t that
    But once I set myself a task
    Well, there ain’t no going back
    And I am halfway there
    I am, nearly, anyway
    The point is
    I kinda had to push all of my friends away
    I can’t have nobody
    Knowing what I’m up to
    I keep it very secret but the thing is
    I would love to
    Just for one day
    You know, live like any other guy
    I can’t have a girlfriend, you see
    ‘Cause I don’t like to lie
    It’s safer all round
    That I just keep my head down
    And, yeah, the business is booming
    Yeah, the business is really booming
    But my family think I work in recruitment
    So, I get up every morning
    And I put a shirt and suit on
    And I get on a train, I go up town
    It’s all professional users
    I sell in the boardrooms and not the boozers
    To, like, CEOs and these modern day Scrooges
    Who get their secretaries to bring me coffee
    It’s so stupid
    Meant to be hard times, right, a recession?
    But these guys are buying more than ever, I reckon
    And I…

    He’s got nice eyes
    Shame about his issues, though
    The party pushes on, her cynicism’s getting vicious
    Show nothing
    Keep smiling

    She catches the eye of her mates
    They’re dancing by the bar
    They’re in a state
    Nod for ‘save me’
    They understand, dance over
    Put their arms around her shoulders -
    ‘Becky, we’re bored, let’s go’
    His mouth slows to a stop
    He seems to lose his composure
    She smiles at him
    ‘Yeah, was nice getting to know ya.’

    No, not like that, don’t leave
    Please
    Don’t make her go, we’ve just got started

    Their teeth are bare, their feet are planted
    Their smirking at him like he’s dirt
    And now his heart is
    Damp with the fury of
    Finding and losing
    This miracle girl
    He feels weak with confusion, like
    What had he said?
    How long had he talked?
    He watches them walk to the doors
    His blood roars

    In the back of the cab, the girls sit there giggling
    The driver lets them smoke out of the window
    So they’re shivering
    They pass a bottle of wine back and forth
    Let it clash against their teeth
    The cab moves fast through the streets
    ‘Who was that guy you was with?’
    Becky shakes her head softly
    ‘Him? I don’t know, probably alright
    But I could tell he was one of them “save me” types
    And I couldn’t be dealing with that
    Nah, Not tonight.’

    И да, бизнес процветает
    Да, бизнес действительно процветает
    Но моя семья думает, что я работаю над набором персонала
    Итак, я встаю каждое утро
    И я положил рубашку и костюм на
    И я сажусь в поезд, я поднимаюсь в город
    Это все профессиональные пользователи
    Я продаю в залах заседаний, а не в
    Как, как генеральные директора и эти современные Скруджи
    Кто заставляет своих секретарей принести мне кофе
    Это так глупо
    Предназначен для трудных времен, верно, рецессия?
    Но эти парни покупают больше, чем когда -либо, я считаю
    И я…

    У него красивые глаза
    Позор о его проблемах, хотя
    Вечеринка давит, ее цинизм становится порочным
    Ничего не покажу
    Продолжайте улыбаться

    Она бросает глаза своих товарищей
    Они танцуют у бара
    Они в состоянии
    Кивнуть за "Спаси меня"
    Они понимают, танцуют
    Обнять ее плечи -
    «Бекки, нам скучно, давай пойдем»
    Его рот замедляется
    Кажется, он теряет самообладание
    Она улыбается ему
    «Да, было приятно узнать тебя».

    Нет, не так, не уходи
    Пожалуйста
    Не заставляй ее уйти, мы только что начали

    Их зубы голые, их ноги посажены
    Их ухмыляется ему, как будто он грязь
    И теперь его сердце
    Сыро
    Поиск и проигрыш
    Эта чудо -девушка
    Он чувствует себя слабым от путаницы, как
    Что он сказал?
    Как долго он говорил?
    Он смотрит, как они ходят до двери
    Его кровь ревет

    В задней части кабины девушки сидят там, хихикающие
    Водитель позволяет им выкупить из окна
    Так что они дрожат
    Они проходят бутылку вина взад и вперед
    Пусть это столкнется с зубами
    Кабина движется быстро по улицам
    «С кем был тот парень, с которым ты был?»
    Бекки мягко качает головой
    'Его? Я не знаю, наверное, хорошо
    Но я мог сказать, что он был одним из них «спаси меня»
    И я не мог с этим иметь дело
    Нет, не сегодня вечером.

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