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• Artiste: Streets (The)
• Titre: Good Old Daze
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As the bright clubs flush out the bright young things On to the quieting bunch on the night bus Quite what I love about the night bus Is beside me sometimes when that guy comes up You think the future is not what it used to be These are the good old daze just you wait and see As painted nails tapped rhymes On protected screens Jaded eyes glancing at techno streams The trainee nurses And the keen on make-up A baby wails mainly for space and a meal Greying hair recedes and the pace of life speeds Could be 8 or 3 on the 83 You think the future is not what it used to be These are the good old daze just you wait and see Stale breath battles what vapes make sweet Snazzle of the headphone on a gamer in grief Anger-ridden teens too scared to make a scene Conveyor belt preening of Layered hair that plainly needs seeing to White dust drugs and sights to shock Nice loving mums on the night bus Overnight bus club with the high street under Sky that is done fighting this rock You think the future is not what it used to be These are the good old daze just you wait and see Surprised by a look From some eyes that are up Before their iPhone summons them And I'm left looking At eyes that shrug Then that type of look Where eyes touch once She sizes me up And then denies the moment With the eyes looking off A tight blush comes And I fight with love I've got a right flush up But I try to shrug Because the night bus home Is like a night bus club I guide my shookness Out to the night that's stuck Between night and sun The lighthouse is guiding our eyes To signs like chameleon, lies and change Outside an eternal glinting picture of Serpentine, glimmering rivers of piss As the bright clubs flush out The bright young things Onto the quieting bunch On the night bus