Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Grind , by - Moonshake. Song from the album The Sound Your Eyes Can Follow, in the genre Прогрессивный рокRelease date: 15.05.1994
Record label: Too Pure
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Grind , by - Moonshake. Song from the album The Sound Your Eyes Can Follow, in the genre Прогрессивный рокThe Grind |
| I used to think I was independent cause I had got up and left for the South |
| But that’s where the grind caught up with me again |
| I found the town when I arrived, got seasonal work and then settled for a year |
| in a cheap first floor with a boyfriend |
| But he wasn’t the one |
| And seasons change the same wherever you are |
| So, you’re bumbling along not unhappily in your routine when he appears |
| And suddenly you’re wretched |
| You’ve let yourself down and there’s only one way out of this |
| And the car door’s wide open |
| You open your eyes and you’re in the passenger seat |
| The too familiar town scene in the rear view |
| And all you’ve got in is your work clothes and a big grin |
| You’ve left everything behind again |
| But you’ve left him plenty to remember you by |
| You’re both doing pick up work |
| Keeping one step ahead of the grind that spreads like an invading army through |
| everyone’s minds and keep them ticking over in the engine of the blind |
| Until one day, you’re looking at each other |
| And you can both see the symptoms of the disease in your routine affections |
| In your private language, in your new friends' assumptions |
| And you wake up one morning and you roll to the middle of the bed and your feet |
| are cold and there’s no note |
| The inevitable slaps your face but you don’t know if it’s saying «I told you so» |
| or if it’s saying that you’re a fool for expecting anything different |
| Now you’re stranded in a foreign country with no money and a few fair weather |
| friends and they’re telling you that constant drifting is a means to a low end |
| I know I’m in a jam and it’s not gonna be much fun |
| I’m settling like dust |
| My daydream’s packed his case and run |
| But I don’t have any regrets for all the people left behind |
| Because their disapproving faces show the great cancer of the grind |