Текст пісні Keep Moving Don't Move - Kate Tempest, Kae Tempest

Keep Moving Don't Move

Close the curtains, light the incense\nInhale the thick clouds with your eyes closed, your nose burns\nOn your knees in the corner of a strange woman’s room\nHer naked feet like tree roots in this undergrowth\nFrankincense, Frankenstein, Francophile, Philistine\nFrankly, we are killing time\nWake it, bring it back to life\nKneel, bathe in warm water\nYour bodies dirt turns the bath-tub as grey as these walls\nNotice, bathe at moonrise and sunrise\nAnd when you switch off the telly\nWrap your head in clean towels\nCurl up like a found thing\nA dead insect collected\nBetween the pages of an old book written\nIn a language you can’t read\nNow dry the inside of your elbows in painstaking ritual\nThree times clockwise, three times anti-clockwise\nDon’t breathe in until there’s no air left in your lungs\nKeep moving, don’t move\nKeep moving, don’t move\nSeven point two billion humans\nSeven point three billion humans\nSeven point four billion humans\nThe rain falls like troops\nLike troops, the rain falls\nOpen your coat in it, shiver and cough\nYour skin’s like a dead thing, dying\nYour feet like pond weed, the rain falls like troops\nWalk up the hill, post-pub trudge\nLaugh to it, live to it\nIt’s coming to pass, my country’s coming apart\nThe whole thing’s becoming such a bumbling\nOpen the front door, your key is an arrow\nNow turn three times in the hallway\nPeel off your clothes, socks last, socks last\nStand naked and push your twig fingers\nThrough the wet bracken that storms by your ears\nStand naked and shiver\nNow dress in warm things that smell of your body\nLie in a cross on the rug, watched by the dog\nLet his mild concern be comforting\nAs you stare at the bottom of the chair\nDrink rum from a curved glass\nThat you stole from a place that you hated\nEat raw food standing up at the fridge\nStroke the phone screen with your thumb\nLike a mother trying to wipe clean the face of her only child\nThat blemish, that black dot that will not come clean\nThe first sign of the plague\nAbsorb the ache of all your friends\nAnd sleep with the light in your brain burning UV all night\nWake tired, eat bread, eat oranges, eat bus stops\nEat traffic jams, eat shoes, eat shop windows\nEat the chair you’re sitting on, eat the paperwork, eat the table\nEat the idea there was ever more than this\nEat the beer, eat the takeaway, eat the toothbrush\nEat the boredom, eat the breakup\nEat the phone she’s hasn’t called\nEat her ringtone six times, six times\nAnd when she answers, eat the scilence in your mouth\nEat the pillow, eat the blankets, eat the Moon\nEat the screaming drunks, eat the bad dreams, wake up\nEat the alarm, remember to chew\nAre you doing this, too?\nSeven point four billion humans\nSeven point five billion humans\nSeven point six billion humans\nOpen your arms and their legs\nAnd your teeth and their jeans\nAnd your ribs and their eyes\nAnd your skin and their brain\nAnd push two lonelinesses together\nAnd create more loneliness\nOr create God and come inside each other\nWalk through the city alone in a stupor of love\nCreate God, touch everything\nNod at strangers like a daffodil with a severed head\nYour face is a trumpet, blow the futile brass part\nSit across your lover’s lap and scream into their mouth\nWhere’s love?\nCreate God, but where’s love?\nThe last real pub in the south is surrounded by wankers\nAnd they’re coming in close with their cards out\nSo, let’s link arms\nBe prepared to go down with your ship, your ship’s sunk\nBe prepared to go down\nStick your hands out of the car on the motorway\nFeel the wind pushing its face into your open palms\nKeep moving, don’t move\nKeep moving, don’t move\nKeep moving