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lirik lagu gwem - retch and press on

gwem:

life ain’t that easy no more in rapidly gentrified old street
that’s why i put it all in my lyrics

coming at you cbd style

appljuic:

f~ck it
i’m out again in shoreditch
heading for this door which i’m not sure if i’ve been through before (umm)
sh~t, i’ve lost my way, lost my friends

i’m p~ssed i need to retch
my skin feels dirty, my mouth is furry
i can’t make out facial features
either the club’s too dark or my vision’s blurry

sh~t i need to retch
but this guy’s trying to explain to me the difference between kitsch and fetch and how getting the right mix is the measure of a true shoreditcher’s fet (fet, yess)

my bangface t~shirt bеgins to itch
we both begin to fidget ’til i’m not surе who had the original twitch
there’s a table full of drinks i’m not sure which is which, who’s who
i need to use the loo i’m dying to retch
but there’s a queue of dudes shuffling on their toes, pretending they’re here to take a dump, not a line up the nose

gwem:

i need to retch
wake up on the sofa with a stench of detest and here’s the rest:
last night; another night out in hoxton, tonight i’m heading for dalston

stand~up, sit~down
front room spins around
the world’s worst hangover strikes me down and i’m gazing at fluff as i fall to the ground

my clothes are soaked in an old sweat
i woke, covered in cold sweat
stinking of roll~up cigarettes and regretting those last few pints of becks

look in the mirror, face is grey
mouth tastes like a 1970s ashtray

can’t think straight, brain’s gone twisty
why do i always blaze with vc kristy

no breakfast no brunch
no dinner nothing to munch
got a text from wallace about lunch at hackney city farm but that was 5 hours ago
and so, with tinnitus screaming
i stagger, my head is still reeling
to take that shower i’m surely needing and head for another evening

my reebok’s are covered in grey~stick
so i take a sponge and give them a fl!ck
need to head out soon but my head’s still thick
drop half a pack of ibuprofen quick

want to catch a bus up the kingsland road
but have to walk ’cause they all overflow
still feeling battered from head to toe
and i’m wondering now where did all the time go?

counter reset:

where did all the time go?
i was meant to meet some people in the foundry an hour back

it’s only then i’m like “christ, i’ve spent all day watching olympic coverage of women’s archery on my tv set”

i’ve got my wire~rim specs
and my new~rave jacket that is off our set

down the city roll fast fast, gotta make headway
i wish i had a c~5 or charged up my segway
for round about, the crowd’s around for
the bavarian beer house, the bounding owl
and sounding out the next place to go, is it the hoxton borough grill or the masala zone?

the drowning out, the sound pounding out my phone but i press on
pass the people passing out along to my destination, though the doors to my comfort zone

i make my way through the dark, stake my place at the bar
i ought to probably get a round in, a veka warrior or star
but my crew’s not here
from a drunken phone message i receive it seems to me they’re at a club watching a man play a synthesizer and a woman screaming incoherently

now all the random drinking games and down in one
‘cuz then a punk comes over, grabs my phone and runs
i try to give chase but the place is rammed
crammed with musicians for an improvised jam session

i try to catch the man but by the time i leave the place he’s gone
now i don’t know where i’m going and i’m on my own
nevertheless i press on

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