01 March 2009

A Hard Line


Be My Guest IV - Haris, No1

8 kommentarer:

Anonymous said...

Leicester Square

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway
It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square
A hard line - It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere

Michael's on his way to payback syndication
Of fisticuffs retired and his backstreet education
The 8-ball stops him low
Then the enemy’s faces show
It's crystal clear, it ain't so clear
For folks who become broken in here

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

The cocaines out, then his world goes down, the prime objective is fear
To rival forces from different times and places nowhere near
The tension begins to grow
His instincts tell him so
He jumps I jump I watch a punk and its another splatter ohh yeah

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway
It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square
A hard line - It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere

Mike gets whipped, his bull-face slapped around a cheap cigar
His gang comes in cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar
He acts so apropos
Allusions at his door
He makes his point then jumps the joint
To the backseat with that mulatto girl yea

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway
It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square
A hard line - It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere

Rancid

Igor said...

LONDON CALLING

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out - and draw another breath
London calling - and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear era, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?
London Calling

I never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a...

THE CLASH

Hardy Hum said...

Picadilly Circus

Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night
Just passing time beneath the lights
Up in town and all alone
Got no business so minds his own

The hotel room is lonely and cold
He might as well go for a stroll
Idly looking in a hi-fi shop
Footsteps, a chuckle and one hard slap

And they didn't even see his face
See him flinch or hear him groan
They didn't even see his eyes
One mean blow and on they ran

He put his fingers to his side
And felt his flesh was open wide
He felt the rent the blow had made
For the hand that fell had held a blade

And they didn't even see his face
See him stumble, hear his cry
They didn't even see his eyes
Just lashed out in passing by

What can it mean?
Who can makes some sense of that?
Did it mean a thing to them?
What can make a mind like that?

Though forty stitches helped him over
Who can live life over his shoulder?
He tried to put it in his past
And flew safe home back to Belfast

And they didn't see his face
See him stagger watch him fall
They didn't even see his eyes
They never knew him at all

Never knew him, tried to kill him
Never knew him, tried to kill him


Stiff Little Fingers

Anonymous said...

Dizzee talking
So what you thinkin bout london city aye, Wachu fink u kna ?
Big ben tells the time
Background –east London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ,ghetto south London….

Im the london hustler a golden grind, grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark,
non stop UK wot.

Yo as a hustle in the city for a paper stack lord knows i got the devil on ma back
Its a cold world l gotta stay on track, dogg eat dogg others gain if you lack in the LDN where i learnt to atract
calm that i can show u where its at first things first get a block n a flat next up get a black
hoodie n a hat livin in the big brothers camera view keep i eye out 4 the boys in blue. straight 5
years gettin caught thats you, sittin in the cell still wondering who couldnt keep quiet now u on a diet mash potato,coley flower and stu. pissed off with not alot to do and the word on the street dont ever seem new and non ov it dont eva seem tru endless hype who do u believe
n will it ever relieve the lonleyness at night .. remain disived if your convinced it might u know full well the streets are like a few more merks a couple more ranges other than that not alot else changes.

Sky looks grey in
London city we stay graftin cos were gritty
*hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly,
Sky looks grey
London city wish they graftin cos were gritty
*hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly,

I used to roll money up against the wall didn’t ever wanna play hopscotch, well im clinical
parkin life cos im dark in the white mans cotch and i bin doin this since Tamagotch IGI show anyboy in my face invadin my space ill bring it on sta, bring it on sta, WATCH!
by the end of the hours on the clock i'll end your days u'll think im crazed when i give u the midnight rock
end of sentence...full stop.
Now what you gonna say about that il put all your plans on lock,make you put all your mans on the spot,im totally everything that your not,im totally mad,you’ve lost the plot to even consider getting me got, carried off to a hospital block in shock on the table, ready to operate never mate, I dictate and delegate whos
heavyweight im king of the ring make moves in any state LDN we do our thing

Sky looks grey in
London city we stay graftin cos were gritty
*hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly,
Sky looks grey
London city wish they graftin cos were gritty
*hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly,

Damn right yeh
young hustlers london city stand up
ama show u its gritty out ere
ye man serious...
I swear 2 u it int all teacups (nar man)
like Up in bukanam place (nar man)
Ima show you how gritty it is out here(yeh man)
Serious
U gonna kno
U gonna understand
Its dizzee rascal solo
Im ere wot
Ghetto uk stand up

Hardy Hum said...

:))

ovo k'o neki parallel universe

Hardy Hum said...

definitely worth repeating

Igor said...

"He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene"

Artic Monkeys

Hardy Hum said...

Yeah, hurray for Shefield's finest - working class youth rebuilding this shit from the underground up!