Story Behind The Song
I came to London in February 2005 from Sheffield, where due to it's size and familiarity, everything else seemed pretty alien. It took a while to get over the 'cold faces in beautiful places'. Although my views were never as hard as the guy in this song, There was a point where i believed that if i returned to my home city, there would have been a part of me that would have always felt like i'd failed. I have nothing but love for the people and the city and songs are only moments in time which shouldn't be pondered over. Sometimes we don't have a choice in what we see but i believe we have a choice in what we are able to adjust.
Song Description
One guys existential path through society and into the cold social climate which lines the heart of the city. 'The foul green stench' of money and drugs fuelling a lost population. But there's something that pulls him back into the city like a giant vacuum,anonymity maybe or a chance of a better life. For we are told that we've 'gotta be here to make the dream happen.' It's a story of keeping a hold of yourself in the city and not letting the city keep a hold of you like the outcome to this guy who's let the city get the better of him . There's only so much a man can take and only so many layers he can cover before numbness and hatred overcomes him and his heart turns to stone, which probes the last line, 'sometimes i wish i could cap you all' which he succeeds to do on a busy central line late Friday afternoon.
| Song Length |
5:35 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Blues - Modern |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cross, Relaxed |
Subject |
Capitalism, Loneliness |
| Similar Artists |
John Lennon, Radiohead |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Don?t buy this bullshit culture
snake morals and pending vultures
cold faces in beautiful places
and people too busy to slow
where do they go?
A rat race in a foreign place
it?s a gold mine on the central line
whistles and flutes passin? through
and we feed the animals in Camden zoo
but they bite
But they say you?ve gotta be here to make the dream happen
Well I?m here?
And this is where it spins
this is where it blows
a foul green stench that powders my nose
It?s a money conveyer capital
Sometimes I get tired
why are you walkin so fast?
when I feel slow, slow slow
Black meets white and white meets green
I?m pickin? off the tarp, lord I?m just like a machine
I even squeak when I walk
Little miss money conveyer belt capital
but what is capital?
In goes a magazine.
You know sometimes, I wish I could cap you all.
Massimo S Martella © 2006