
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Record label: AWAL, Hak Attack
Song language: English
Grief Eyes |
Wonder what the blind see behind closed eyes |
Can they see the planets and can they see the skies? |
Held back my tears, couldn’t let him see me cry |
My mate George is going through such a hard time |
I’m talking about the lads, talking about the boys |
Those were the best days, livin' unemployed |
Runnin' round the East End screaming «oi, oi, oi» |
Hope this bad luck ain’t left lad’s soul destroyed |
I know my mate George is blinded by grief |
I know my mate Charlie can’t find no peace |
I know my mate George is hidin' his grief |
I look up in their eyes, I see no surprise |
I know my mate George, he can’t find no peace |
I know my mate Charlie can’t get to sleep |
I know my mate George splits, heart is in pieces |
I look up in their eyes, I see what’s behind |
Broke both his feet |
He didn’t land so neat |
See him climbin' up the stairs using his knees |
Looked in his eyes, he didn’t seem complete |
Come 'round his gaff to remind him he’s a G |
Couple’a rums and coke to put us at ease |
Lads unite every time at Tom’s, we’re never street |
Went to the pub, hugged my mate Charlie B |
Then I hugged his cousin, that’s 10 to the dozen |
Mental complexities, anxieties |
I know my mate George spit, can’t find no peace |
I know my mate Charlie’s hidin' his grief |
And I send my love out to my mate Eugene |
He just lost his big brother, out to his family |
You’ll see a sea of lads at his funeral scene |
Listening to Fleetwood Mac, listening to «Dreams» |
Fun that only happens when it’s raining, you see |
I know my mate George is blinded by grief |
I know my mate Charlie can’t find no peace |
I know my mate George spits, hidin' his grief |
I look up in their eyes, I see no surprise |
I know my mate George, he can’t find no peace |
I know my mate Charlie can’t get to sleep |
I know my mate George spits, heart is in pieces |
I look up in their eyes, I see what’s behind |
See your sad faces |
Lads tryna find love or figured out where they misplaced it |
For seven years, the heartache’s been painted on my mates' faces |
I guess they feel tainted |
And they didn’t despise the place they’re situated |
'Cause after our knees up, I guess we feel jaded |
Ritchie’s not well, I guess we gotta face it |
Lads are so full up, and fed up of heartache |
I know my mate George is blinded by grief |
I know my mate Charlie can’t find no peace |
I know my mate George spits, hidin' his grief |
(Heart is in pieces, I look in their eyes, I see what’s behind) |
I know my mate George, he can’t find no peace |
I know my mate Charlie can’t get to sleep |
I know my mate George spits, heart is in pieces |
I look up in their eyes, I see no surprise |
I know my mate George is blinded by grief |
I know my mate Charlie can’t find no peace |
I know my mate George spits, hidin' his grief |
I look up in their eyes, I see what’s behind |
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