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Yard Act - Tall Poppies Lyrics

Paroles de la chanson Tall Poppies par Yard Act
Yeah
He was the most handsome in a class of twenty-two
And he knew it early on so his confidence kept growing
By thirteen he had been with every girl deemed worth it
To be with in the village, two years either side of his birthday
He played football, boy, could he play
He played every single day and he still does
A scout from Crewe Alexander came to watch him once
And they said that they were gonna be in touch
He was the captain of the team without ever asking to be
And without ever being told that counts for a lot, still, believe it or not
Lo and behold, everyone fell in line behind the hair on his legs and hair on lip
He was the
He could smoke ten a day and still run faster
Than that whippet that could lap the racetrack rabbit
He could dabble in the snow, rubbing shoulders with the rabble
And still never ever touch upon a habit
At age sixteen, he made his choice to stay
And got a job selling houses in the village
Which by now had become such a desirable place to settle down
It was classed not as a village, but instead as a small town
On the sunny, sunny side of the borough
You get two brown bins
Fortunately, despite the influx of newcomers including, for the first time
A genuine authentic Italian restaurant run by a family of fantastic old school Neapolitans
He was still the best at football, and most handsome man
Taking solace in that fact as his little world continued to expand
Woo
By the time he was twenty, he'd now been with all the girls deemed worth it in the village
Five years either side of his birthday
But it was time to settle down and no kiss had ever felt so electric
As the first he'd ever felt all those years ago
Though she'd never strayed far, hemmed in by his shadow
The torches lining the path of her own dreams had been growing dimmer by the day and so
Faster than a dying star, she cashed in her chips and checked out
Settled for him and subsequently threw all her own ambitions away
A promotion followed, a mortgage, a marriage
A dog and children, a loft conversion
A dead dog, and a second home on the Costa del Sol
In the hopes of stoking the coals of two long lost souls
Which comes first, counselling or keys in the bowl?
Put his own mother in a home
Got made redundant twice, never once was he on the dole
A light head, black spots on his vision, room spinning
Clutching the curtain waving from the window, they thought he was grinning
He was grimacing, begging them to notice him, twitching, notice no one is helping him
The grandkids waving through the rear windshield
As the big electric gate draws a line in between them
A fine, fine line between benign and malignant
So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked, book yourself
The whole village and most of the town came out to mourn his end
A full house, he would've been so proud knowing that no one said a bad word about him aloud
He wasn't perfect, but he was my friend
He wasn't perfect but he was one of us
He was one of us
A plaque bears his full name on a bench by the water's edge
The dates he came and went
And a quote about life and death from a song he'd never heard
'Cause he wasn't too fond of long songs with lots of words
If I were him, I'd have never left the village either
But I did, and I know full well
That there are more handsome men and better footballers out there in Greater Manchester
They would've cut him down to size if they could've, but what good would that do?
He bloomed and he grew and grew, and still he was doomed
Same as me, same as you
Same as everyone ever knew
You, sometimes still, I think about you
Out there, somewhere, floating in the ether
Born dyed in the wool, never knowing of a belly half full
So many of us just crabs in a barrel
With no feasible means to escape the inevitable cull
There are those that grow thick skins quick for the sake of their sins
And the savvy folk that just keep their mouths shut and take it all on the chin
We collide with each other, we submit, we bare our teeth
Catch fish using giant metal ships and scream with laughter
At AM staggering home down moonlit country lanes
We cry because children are dying across the sea and there is nothing we can do about it
Whilst we benefit from the bombs dropped which we had no part in building
We are sorry, truly we are sorry, we are just trying to get by too