Perfect Coffee-Kate Tempest

[00:12.19]Now just two doors down [00:14.59]In the first floor flat [00:16.55]And the old ramshackle house [00:18.60]With the broken down porch and the novelty doorbell [00:21.35]The lights are still on [00:23.82]Zoe plays her music low, she's got a bottle on the go [00:27.36]Everything's in boxes [00:29.25]It's been a long night packing [00:32.34]Clothes in black bin bags, Blu-Tack greasing the paintwork [00:37.15]What the **** is all this stuff? [00:41.21]There's the road sign stolen from Quick Shag Street [00:44.61]Shirts, and skirts, posters, CDs, comedy coasters, broken TV [00:51.88]Birthday card that her sister made [00:54.59]In the distant past when she turned 13 [00:57.71]Hair stuff, books, love letters she can't bin [01:01.94]And outside, the night, and inside, the last hurrah [01:06.73]Limited edition Air Max 1 tens [01:10.99]Che Guevara bust, complete with his ornamental glass cigar [01:15.84]Naff for years, the landlord never fixed the shower [01:19.64]And the mold kept growing up the kitchen walls [01:22.35]He'll do it up nice now, sure [01:24.90]Repaint it, he's tripled the rent [01:27.78]He's gonna get it, and all [01:30.02]She's only got a few hours left to get the room all packed and clean [01:35.44]Zoe goes to the window [01:36.98]Looks to the street [01:38.80]Lights up a smoke [01:40.90]It's 04:18 [01:53.32]The squats we used to party in [01:58.26]Our flats we can't afford [02:03.38]The dumps we did our dancing in [02:08.61]Have all been restored [02:14.01]Pints all up to quit [02:17.39]The staff are beautiful and bored [02:24.08]You think it's coming up 'round here [02:29.18]It's falling on its sword [02:45.40]It don't feel like home no more [02:49.84]I don't speak the lingo [02:54.76]Since when was this a winery [03:00.15]It used to be the bingo [03:05.20]I've walked these streets for all my life [03:10.28]They know me like no other [03:17.10]But the streets have changed [03:20.65]I no longer feel them shudder [03:25.70]Alright, alright, I get the gist [03:27.25]Who's city is this? It doesn't want me no more [03:29.88]In fact, I glimpse into the future, it stinks [03:31.88]London's walled fort, it's all for the rich [03:33.60]If you fall short, you fall, and you know where the door is [03:36.33]Board up the broken, do it up, sell it back [03:39.10]Make it bespoke, it's all out in the open [03:41.33]It's fine, man, hike the price right up [03:43.64]And smile with your friends in the posh new nightclubs [03:47.00]My streets have been dug up, repaved [03:48.68]New routes for commuters, the landscape has changed [03:51.22]I'm lookin' for the old tags, the graffs that once meant safe territory [03:54.27]But it seems every habitat gets whitewashed eventually [03:58.53]And so I'm moving on [04:03.23]I've got it all to play for [04:08.11]I'll be the invader in some other neighbourhood [04:18.19]I'll be sipping perfect coffee [04:23.22]Thinkin', "This is pretty good," [04:28.18]While the locals grit their teeth and hum [04:34.51]"Another ******* one has come." [04:39.47]All I see is luxury tenements, woebegone residents [04:42.18]Redolent resin-heads puffing on pleasure [04:44.51]Everyone's reckoning something is beckoning [04:47.16]There's never been anything, there's only forever [04:49.69]Towering tower blocks, scaffolding rattling [04:52.47]The tube is prattering ram full of passengers [04:55.20]Smashing its way into town, we are scavengers [04:57.87]Scrapping around in the sludge for our sustenance [05:00.33]Have a dash party life, rubbing our shoulders [05:03.40]Into the mould, yes, we do what we're told [05:05.35]We're Sisyphus pushing his boulder [05:07.54]The kids are alright, but the kids will get older