 Hand Me Downs.
I didn't know what was the matter,
i didn't know where to start.
i'd lost my sense of energy
and id lost my sense of heart.
In the midst of lost and loneliness
in a rose hue picture frame,
passion and objectivity
were calling out my name.
To aid this new confusion
i was having too much fun,
in the gloomy pubs of Brixton
and the fleeting autumn sun.
I was running far too quickly
that my legs could not keep up,
i fell spread eagle on my face,
dignity bit the dust.
And the silence was frozen...
I woke up far too early,
i was sleeping far too late.
the alarm clock was redundant
and the mattress forgot my frame.
A broken television,
so to drown out all the trains.
to drag me from self pity,
united by fate.
I'd learnt all of my lessons,
from vagrant, household names,
i found some friends amongst the shelves
so here's to Dave and Jay,
I'd learnt more from transit vans and Bragg,
than i'd ever learnt in class,
a lifelong education, from punk rock 101.
And the silence was broken...
through ups and downs,
through lost and founds,
your voice will never let me down.
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