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• Artiste: Sunny Intervals
• Titre: Ninety Degrees
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Straight out of Camden, spring in heels, it's a Friday, and it's lazy weather And you're looking sublime, you're all zips and pockets and bracelets made of plastic It's a sharp relief as I shut my eyes to the sunshine as you scan the city For the dogs in the park and the goths and punks having picnics So give me perspective, my head is drifting To a caffeine rush in communal kitchens A friendly face is a rare oasis around here So give me perspective, time to address this A cafe/bar with no flipping guest list Or rest my head and then shut my eyes to the streets I'm at ninety degrees A kick in the teeth, it's the working week and I'm working in the Merchant City A new pair of shoes, a new attitude and it's chaos in the boardroom There's a chart on the wall, it's an old school blackboard with chalk lines, and the lines are falling And if Dolly was working nine to five she'd be burned out in the printroom sticking staples in her eyes So give me perspective, my head is drifting To college work in communal kitchens And overtime is just fiction from outdated minds So give me direction, time for reflection And I want you dancing without exception Or rest my head and then shut my eyes to the streets I'm at ninety degrees And all of a sudden you catch yourself, it's a weeknight, and it's hell tomorrow And if Dolly was working nine to five she'd be burned out in the printroom sticking staples in her eyes