steg g - i can't go on this way lyrics
he got off the damp chair in the face of the sheet rain
slid on his backpack and boarded the evening train
in keeping with his usual habits
he sat on the seat at the end of a lonely carriage
the train slowly pulled out the station
then the world became cloaked in the darkness of a tunnel
leaving the platforms free for the water rats to scurry
in the mad rush for scr_ps of food and other things, only rats find useful
he opened his pack and took out a bottle wrapped in a polythene bag
unscrewеd the cap and sipped it; it wis liquor, as the train lights fl!ckеred and it tasted bitterly familiar
after the initial urge to vomit held
which wis absolutely mandatory where this concoction’s concerned
he felt his stomach grow warmer then his legs as the heat radiated through his chest and then to his head
another little sip, as the tingle hurried through his tired arms to the end of his fingertips
this was bliss holding on to the [?] they have a cheek calling it iconic
one last less excruciating 10_second sip before carefully rescr_w_ng the lid, zip
another bad day at the gallows, as the train emerged from the tunnel and entered the urban landscape of glasgow
hand tae god he’s the saboteur
head leaning on the cold glass taking stock of the same tracks he’s travelled on
the street lights reflected off the black river tae the sky cloaking everything in amber smog
thoughts popped in and out his head then lost
the train reduced speed in its approach for the next stop
but it always seemed tae be this same stretch of track
he’d glance out the window, feet up with his head back
he would ponder the city and what it meant tae him
he thought of his mother and all the emptiness she left for him
he’s an open notebook filt with sporadic and illegible entries, various sketches, fragile centre with some craggy edges
and his grief is safely hidden like the warm half bottles in the park hedges
sick of hearing people’s hard luck stories
they don’t know what hard up means they can blow me
don’t approach me ’till you gain some perspective
we were baptized in whiskey by wasters and their henchmen
[?] stain sweat makes on denim
he paints grim pictures while they complain on their records
he’s tryin tae salvage something positive, create an essence
maybe a message draped in a vague question
pulled his head out the sand and all he seen wis a beach full of _rs_s with the heads up their own grief
i don’t have fans i have people who are kind enough tae take the time of day tae sit and listen tae the things i say
for that i’m grateful as the music that i make is for you we communicate, connect, rejuvenate, blessed
help us spread the message in communities together we could never be oppressed through unity, yes
spend less time learning aboot life fae behind a computer desk
get off yer _rs_ and do something aboot the mess
if it’s that bad here move tae budapest i’ll even buy you a bulletproof vest
a home in malawi, a goat in zimbabwe [?] wi’ gandhi on patrol in iraq is
as the rules back in glasgow and you moan cause you’ve got holes in the sole of yer sannie
spare a thought for the family, whose home got bulldozed, not voting for mugabe
pity’s for the weak, hope’s for humanity
take a second look while yer head’s buried in books
we walk the walk you talk on the ground preparing the troops
keep talking ’bout them, we’ll keep taking to them
keep holding doors, we’ll keep walking through them
take a second look while yer head’s buried in books
we walk the walk you talk on the ground preparing the troops
keep talking ’bout them, we’ll keep taking to them
keep holding doors, we’ll keep walking through them
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