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Yorkshire Monsoon

Verse 1
Problems would be gone in an instant if longing wasn't an instinct/
Egos are cut into thin strips and put up with pin pricks/
Nothing but stiff drinks and big spliffs when finished with business/
I reminisce as a big kid; Santa Claus brought Manta Force for Christmas/
Pictures; take me back on the memories dismissed/
Visions of gifts who don't give shits/
They give 1-2s, or grab girls in kiss tig/
Before we nicked cigs, and some girls grew big tits/
Became bitches, while us geeks became misfits/
Now I lick lips, breath in and spit songs/
But I never wear out a trend like Livestrong/
I stay true to it and do music, it's life and death/
I might suggest that despite the tests I'm quite impressed/
There's not a lot on my mind, certainly not a lot that you'll find/
Very negative; I'm probably fine/
Just more posessed, wishing for no more stress/
From the first four steps to the jaws of death//

Chorus x2
I look up; the clouds burst like water balloons/
Dark skies caution the moon, in this Yorkshire monsoon/
I thought that these wounds would make me almost immune/
I let myself die on paper and be reborn in a tune/

I look up; the clouds burst like water balloons/
Dark skies caution the moon, in this Yorkshire monsoon/
I awkwardly move through wet streets be it Autumn or June/
I die on paper to be reborn in a tune//

Verse 2
I relax at the sound of rain battering down/
A greater sense of security still hasn't been found/
I'm blagging the pounds and pence and always passing them round/
Till my account statement comes through, then I'm tracking them down/
A sense of comfort in a bachelor flat/
Imagining that for 5 seconds nothing matters but tracks/
Sampling wax and that; till I have to collapse/
But the pattering tap of rain keeps me at it in fact/
Karma causes caution; it should be worse by now/
Nervous doubt creeps through me like thirst in drought/
I reverse this down spiralling that hurts and hounds/
To a sound that makes the frown desert my brow/
Silver lining the cloud and the sky beyond/
They say; "sky's the limit" but they might be wrong/
I respond with the nicest song/
To keep me smiling at night when I'm high from spliffs, pipes or bongs/
Crisis on in the distance; it doesn't concern me/
It's a shame I won't give a fuck till I'm thirty/
But I've found the perfect someone to spur me/
The only handcock action I need is listenin to herbie.../
Prisoners turned free, innocents that didn't deserve these;/
Groupings under categories; resistance is worthy/
They proved that to live on this earth we/
Have to fight against this shite, till we have kids in the nursery/
And then we fight; until they fight the war/
Twice as sore from watching what we saw in our life before/
Slightly boring at first, but it might be law/
So keep on fighting while pathetic fallacy decides to pour//

Chorus x2
I look up; the clouds burst like water balloons/
Dark skies caution the moon, in this Yorkshire monsoon/
I thought that these wounds would make me almost immune/
I let myself die on paper and be reborn in a tune/

I look up; the clouds burst like water balloons/
Dark skies caution the moon, in this Yorkshire monsoon/
I awkwardly move through wet streets be it Autumn or June/
I die on paper to be reborn in a tune//