Bad Place for a Good Time

Bad Place For A Good Time -Kate Tempest

Cold white sky like milk this morning

Sirens flash like Christmas lights

Behind every window someone's alive

My eyes are too sore though the days are too bright

The wall is too tall to sit on without swaying

The day is too new to be over for ages

All over this city people are hungry

For things that they don't know the names of

It's all just bricks and lights and bodies

Muscles twitching heads snap back the glitches

All these pretty pictures there must be more to life than pixels

Life has her hands on her pistol

She swears she'll not be ours again

Life will keep her lonely vigil

Slow to start but fast to end with

Sitting and itch our cuts and scratches

Crying in our mothers kitchens

Is this love or death or marriage

Is this life or is life different

Do something please

Scream that you hear me

Let this be more then a feeling I harbour

Let this be ours

Let there be more here

Then wages and page three and waiting for larger

And waiting for trains home

Waiting for trains in

Waiting for life to begin

And then waiting for life to be over

And babies and not saying nothing

Let alone save me to strangers

Bad place for a good time

Good place for a bad time

Bad place for a good time

Good place for a bad time

I can't take the stench any more

Nothing is real

Nothing is trying to even pretend that it is

The adverts are too loud

The whole f**king place is shrouded in mist

A mist we can't see

But it sticks in our throats

When we're out for a couple

We don't want no trouble

But trouble wants us

And we fall in the rubble

And we give it our blood

And go home for a cuddle

And this is enough for you

This is enough

But this is not enough not at all

And this is enough

This is enough

This is not enough not at all

But here is a tree growing steadily steadily

Not being nothing but all that it is

Not even grounded

Holding it's own in the concrete

The rumbling of cars and the dogpiss

It doesn't want anything

It is what it is

And I feed it

I'm dwarfed by it's wisdom

I'm lit by it's colours

I feel every fibre

And this is survival

Be what you are in the mess and the violence

Don't collect rivals

Seek out asylums

Find something sacred in all of this silence

I breath out more comfortable

Hold my waist in

Legs thick as roots as they carry me deeper down

Even when nothing is true and love hates you

There's always some small bit of peace to be found

Even when nothing is true and love hates you

Even when nothing is true and love hates you

Even when nothing is true and love hates you

There's always some small bit of peace to be found

Bad place for a good time

Good place for a bad time

Bad place for a good time

Good place for a bad time

Bad place for a good time

Good place for a bad time

Bad place for a good time

Good place for a bad time