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 f**k 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 f**king 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