Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mine the Gap , by - Mud SunRelease date: 03.03.2008
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mine the Gap , by - Mud SunMine the Gap |
| Check the lyrical adventure as I’m travel writing with a sense of rhythm |
| I’m as sensitive as vikings when inviting heads to listen |
| To this abstract expressionist rap |
| Like Jackson Pollock |
| When he spreads the pigment |
| This is Baba Brinkman on the Underground in London, England |
| Surrounded by the sound of competition causing constant friction |
| A lot of guys probably tryin' to strive for the top positions in their offices |
| And on this ride their eyes are mono vision |
| Crawling on the bodies of the hottest vixens probably thinkin' |
| «Ima get my knob licked by all these women, once I’ve got the auspicious job |
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| Plus the cars and riches for the proper proposition» |
| And I’m thinking all these bankers and doctors and lawyers in training |
| Probably have a whole lot to offer you gorgeous |
| And without the enormous wallet and other resources |
| All I can offer is locked in my cortex |
| Like the knowledge that the starving artist can rock your entire corpus |
| Like wild horses that never let you settle for a child’s portion |
| But I ain’t sittin' on the train stunned like James Blunt |
| So I get off at the next stop to go try to record this |
| Please mine the gap |
| Please mine the gap |
| Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap |
| Please stand clear of the closing doors |
| The closing doors determine my chosen course |
| When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse |
| The next stop is Marble Arch |
| Please mine the gap |
| Please mine the gap |
| Please stand clear of the closing doors |
| On this public transit labyrinth in London |
| I’m standing on the subway crammed in |
| With a bunch of other with a bunch of other average companions |
| Then someone Islamic steps onto the carriage |
| Clutching a lumpy package and everybody panics |
| So we gotta stop the train and wait for the cops to come |
| And confiscate his Double Club Sandwich |
| I got my iPod on watching bumping Cut Chemist |
| As they let him off with a warning |
| And now he’s got a suspended sentence |
| And it’s obvious to everybody now that he’s innocent |
| Like 99% of his religious and ethnic brethren |
| But that never prevented these British citizens from letting their suspicions |
| Get the better of their stiff upper lips |
| And forgetting the principles of liberty and justice just this once |
| To protect the parents of their kids |
| And now I just missed my connection |
| And I was on my way to meet up with this lady |
| So that I could try to get some |
| Feminine affection |
| But instead, I’m directionless |
| Like the rest of my generation |
| So instead of wasting my free time chasing a feline |
| I spend the day at a demonstration at the train station |
| Waving a Peace sign |
| Please mine the gap |
| Please mine the gap |
| Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap |
| Please stand clear of the closing doors |
| The closing doors determine my chosen course |
| When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse |
| Please mine the gap |
| Please mine the gap |
| Please stand clear of the closing doors |
| Underfoot, underground cultures cross fertilize |
| I stand under a dirty sign and watch bodies hurtle by |
| Behind glass etched with the tags of graf artists |
| Who see the works work the circuit of the circle line |
| Bags are snatched |
| Other bags hang under worker’s eyes |
| Bags full of blues, coffee and overtime |
| We stare at each others shoes |
| 'Cause shoes designate a certain pride |
| We’ve all bought the merchandise |
| And when the train stops at Totteridge & Whetstone |
| We all look up and watch a nervous guy get off his bench |
| And get in line and step in |
| Let’s call him Kevin |
| Blushing at the couple showing signs of affection |
| Kevin sits and tries to hide his erection |
| Behind a paperback entitled «Pride and Perfection» |
| Hunched spine like a question, he wants to chat |
| But people are unreachable across the gap |
| The gap between the seats which allows passengers to read |
| The Metro without touching knees with the next bloke |
| The gap between the dweeb with their legs closed |
| And the pin striped white collar fiending to get coke |
| Up in the gap between the office and the strip club |
| Hopin' it ends in a cocktail and a dick rub |
| It’s the gap between a man that enters with a pimp strut |
| And the lady reading «Heat» that wants a nip and tuck |
| All citizens of the world just different hair-dos |
| Step across the gap bruv |
| I dare you |
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| Tongue N Groove | 2008 |
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| Second Cell | 2008 |
| The Birth of Mud Sun | 2008 |
| Social Contract 2.0 | 2008 |
| First Cell | 2008 |
| Third Cell | 2008 |
| Welcome to Capitalism | 2008 |
| Get Naked | 2008 |
| Louder 2.0 | 2008 |
| The Gangsta Way | 2008 |
| Dispatches | 2008 |
| The Fallout | 2008 |
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