Keep Moving Don't Move-Kate Tempest

[00:00.000] 作词 : Kate Tempest/Dan Carey [00:00.046] 作曲 : Kate Tempest/Dan Carey [00:00.92]Close the curtains, light the incense [00:04.58]Inhale the thick clouds with your eyes closed, your nose burns [00:09.50]On your knees in the corner of a strange woman's room [00:13.59]Her naked feet like tree roots in this undergrowth [00:18.03]Frankincense, Frankenstein, Francophile, Philistine [00:22.29]Frankly, we are killing time [00:24.67]Wake it, bring it back to life [00:28.74]Kneel, bathe in warm water [00:32.86]Your bodies dirt turns the bath-tub as grey as these walls [00:38.05]Notice, bathe at moonrise and sunrise [00:41.97]And when you switch off the telly [00:44.80]Wrap your head in clean towels [00:47.66]Curl up like a found thing [00:49.98]A dead insect collected [00:51.94]Between the pages of an old book written [00:54.85]In a language you can’t read [00:58.29]Now dry the inside of your elbows in painstaking ritual [01:02.82]Three times clockwise, three times anti-clockwise [01:07.29]Don't breathe in until there's no air left in your lungs [01:13.94]Keep moving, don’t move [01:17.72]Keep moving, don't move [01:22.54]Seven point two billion humans [01:27.77]Seven point three billion humans [01:34.05]Seven point four billion humans [01:42.84]The rain falls like troops [01:44.32]Like troops, the rain falls [01:46.27]Open your coat in it, shiver and cough [01:48.74]Your skin's like a dead thing, dying [01:51.49]Your feet like ********, the rain falls like troops [01:55.10]Walk up the hill, post-pub trudge [01:57.41]Laugh to it, live to it [01:59.65]It's coming to pass, my countries coming apart [02:02.21]The whole thing's becoming such a bumbling [02:05.29]Open the front door, your key is an arrow [02:11.02]Now turn three times in the hallway [02:13.96]Peel off your clothes, socks last, socks last [02:19.47]Stand naked and push your twig fingers [02:22.21]Through the wet bracken that storms by your ears [02:26.31]Stand naked and shiver [02:29.55]Now dress in warm things that smell of your body [02:34.63]Lie in a cross on the rug, watched by the dog [02:39.30]Let his mild concern be comforting [02:42.48]As you stare at the bottom of the chair [02:47.43]Drink rum from a curved glass [02:49.59]That you stole from a place that you hated [02:51.94]Eat raw food standing up at the fridge [02:55.08]Stroke the phone screen with your thumb [02:57.55]Like a mother trying to wipe clean the face of her only child [03:01.89]That blemish, that black dot that will not come clean [03:05.77]The first sign of the plague [03:08.94]Absorb the ache of all your friends [03:12.62]And sleep with the light in your brain burning UV all night [03:16.85]Wake tired, eat bread, eat oranges, eat bus stops [03:21.06]Eat traffic jams, eat shoes, eat shop windows [03:24.64]Eat the chair you're sitting on, eat the table [03:27.32]Eat the idea there was ever more than this [03:31.39]Eat the beer, eat the takeaway, eat the boredom, eat the breakup [03:36.09]Eat the phone she's hasn't called [03:38.24]Eat her ringtone six times, six times [03:40.26]And when she answers, eat the silence in your mouth [03:43.75]Eat the pillow, eat the blankets, eat the moon [03:46.46]Eat the screaming drunks, eat the bad dreams, wake up [03:49.54]Eat the alarm, remember to chew [03:52.82]Are you doing this, too? [03:56.82]Seven point four billion humans [04:02.53]Seven point five billion humans [04:08.76]Seven point six billion humans [04:17.90]Open your arms and their legs [04:20.38]And your teeth and their jeans [04:23.26]And your ribs and their eyes [04:26.17]And your skin and their brain [04:30.73]And push two lonelinesses together [04:36.23]And create more loneliness [04:41.29]Or create god and come inside each other [04:46.54]Walk through the city alone in a stupor of love [04:49.62]Create god, touch everything [04:53.39]Nod at strangers like a daffodil with a severed head [04:56.88]Your face is a trumpet, blow the futile brass part [05:03.44]Sit across your lover's lap and scream into their mouth [05:09.23]Where’s love? [05:12.06]Create god, but where’s love? [05:17.77]The last real pub in the south is surrounded by wankers [05:20.46]And they're coming in close with their cards out [05:22.81]So let’s link arms [05:24.35]Be prepared to go down with your ship, your ship's sunk [05:27.72]Be prepared to go down [05:31.58]Stick your hands out of the car on the motorway [05:34.12]Feel the wind pushing its face into your open palms [05:38.95]Keep moving, don't move [05:43.04]Keep moving, don't move [05:47.90]Keep moving