Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Grind, artist - Moonshake. Album song The Sound Your Eyes Can Follow, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 15.05.1994
Record label: Too Pure
Song language: English
The 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 |