Urodził się Mike Skinner (wł. Michael Geoffrey Skinner); wokalista, autor piosenek, producent muzyczny oraz aktor. Lider grupy The Streets.
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Z albumu Original Pirate Material, wydanego 25 marca 2002 roku, pochodzi utwór „It's Too Late”.
The Streets – It's Too Late
Najczęściej występujące słowa: late, was (12 razy)
Tekst piosenki
She said 'Meet me at the gates at eight 'Leave now, don't be late' She said one day she'd walk away 'Cause I was always late Thought things were okay Didn't care though anyway Say 'Sorry, babe, I had to meet a mate' Tempting fate We first met through a shared view She loved me and I did too It's now seven-fifty Getting ready, better be nifty Do my hair quickly Step out, it's cloudy Mate bells me to borrow money I've got two Henrys and a dealer to pay Call up on geezers to rid these green trees From my reeking jeans Got a 'you-think-I-care' air Out glaring geezers' stares I'm here and I'm there Couldn't see past the end of my beer What was getting near All of the silence after the tears I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there? She said 'Meet me at the gates, don't be late' But pretty soon the day came for change And I was glad she never walked away So I'm choosing what to wear Doing my hair with an hour to spare When my life went pear She'd been there with a fixed stare Big wheel climbed to the top Geezers' stares bounced off Standing at the top of this huge mountain Smiling and shouting Spring flowers sprouting Not one inch of doubt in my mind As I reached the gates Came around the corner at a rate Risked her love But I was gonna set things straight Never again am I gonna be late Never again am I gonna be late Never again am I gonna be late I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there? I said meet me at the gates Leave now, don't be late I waited for a while Listening to her voice mail Mind set sail Then the facts turned me pale Wind, rain, hail My fears unveiled for my fair female She'd walked away Too little to late I step up the pace Walk past the gate Rain runs over my face Spirit falls from grace I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place In the chase, I sat down, got a fat frown Weeping and drown in my senses For this love game's expensive I walk in a trance Got a wounded soldier stance And the everyday geezers' stares throw me off balance Now nothing holds significance And nothing holds relevance 'Cause the only thing I can see is her elegance I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there? I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there?
Autor piosenki: Michael Skinner
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