This One - Chinese Man, Scratch Bandits Crew, Baja Frequencia

Well you

Give me hope in my heart

To pull apart the stitches in the dark

Where I lay on my own

There’s nothing left to do but take this home

These skies never seemed so grey

These skies never seemed so grey

These skies never seemed so grey

These skies never seemed so grey

I need to get away

I need to get away

I need to get away

Don’t act like you’re speaking truth

When you got nothing to say

Why you making this hard for me?

And why’d you walk away?

This one’s for the people that would find it hard to breath

This one’s for the poor, for the beaten and diseased

This one’s for the people that are poorly in their head

This one’s for the masses

This one’s for the people that are up all night, barely sleeping

This is for the dreamers that are still dreaming

At 5am, I need to get to bed and i’ll be right again

This one’s for the youths with their empty cupboards

This one’s for the families that were lacking mothers

This one’s for the families that were lacking fathers

But still they’d harness, enough love to bridge their dramas

This one’s for the beaten down and broken

This one’s for the people with them broken hearts

This one’s for the people that can’t leave their beds

This one’s for the masses

These skies never seemed so grey

These skies never seemed so grey

These skies never seemed so grey

These skies never seemed so grey

I need to get away

I need to get away

Don’t act like you’re speaking truth

When you got nothing to say

Why you making this hard for me?

And why’d you walk away?

(Illaman)

Ain’t nothing better than feeling happiness in silence

Comfort in your skin, supreme bliss, its the nicest

Glass of fine wine and grade, quick aeroplane to Spain

For Paella plates and grapes.

Summertime skates in capes

Superhero shit, put a wasteman in a place

Lay and rest your face for disrespecting Dave

They can’t interrupt my wave, can’t block my sunlight

Soul on the sleeve, let’s all vibe and hum nice

Sing the same song, move in unison for a minute

I think we all need better, ain’t nobody grinning

Quarter past 6, thinking pub food and pints fam

Argue with the wise men, we’ll engulf all your pies man