Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starlight, artist - The Herbaliser. Album song Very Mercenary, in the genre Date of issue: 31.03.1999
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Starlight |
| Yes, yes. |
| it’s about that time |
| For the combo combine, yes |
| Formin easy tuxedo grooves |
| Well. |
| well. |
| well well well |
| Well well well well! |
| You know what? |
| We scribble art, herbal verbal, love dip dot |
| Audio cartwheels that cart |
| We tootin from, holy baggy bone flow ?? |
| Man overboard, he put he trust into jazz chord |
| Say me? |
| None of them betray me |
| Bigger endin pay me, so I |
| Clench my teeth and said nay |
| Thou shalt not cause me loss of my positivity |
| Of elastic band who keeps springin back |
| Slender kid sings for dumpling |
| Jump into the booth with the proof of the pain |
| These hand concrete owl, ten hour of sneezing |
| Wheezing, coughing up blood |
| Now I’m in the mood for peace, space and time |
| We sit back, relax, and recool, recline |
| . |
| and we’re thinking of. |
| Starlight, in her lucid skies |
| In her mu-sic-al, so all sublime |
| Yo, yo |
| Smack in the middle of the mayhem, we chase no checks |
| Thinkin we a ho, now we hide from debts |
| Mr. Landlord, beg you please? |
| Hear this plea |
| I’ll be back in three weeks with three months in advance |
| On some good arty flex kind sir give me a chance |
| Blighty new face yes? |
| Make a toast |
| To the host of the picnics |
| These capital hearty terrifics, some of them keep it real while |
| We be keep it cricket, Smythe, Smith |
| Peppergrain width, whackin in four fours |
| Smackin it for six, armchair critics be yellin out fix |
| Even though they know we don’t spar with them |
| So the score ain’t a dream |
| Place a bet and be grit, from be lose or win |
| It’s the same damn ting, just a need for space |
| Peace in time, we sit back relax and cool recline |
| And we think of. |
| Starlight, starlight, in the distant skies |
| Sending me, sending message on starlight |
| We’s feelin the season, that type of season where it |
| Sit watchin breeze and, we on the backroad |
| In the high ?? |
| cap, where we distress the stress |
| Digital funk max modes for protest |
| On some ill and gully horseback, whole damn mix tight |
| Some of them stay fair yes de mess of dem’ll run for they life |
| Mamma time tales no lies |
| Diggin for treasure when it were right before my eyes |
| Dead end streets dem, we keepin men to mice |
| Pur-chase telescopes and watch the skies |
| Surveryin revealed, all types of healing |
| We love to know, so we dance on the ceiling |
| She sassy material, as she send nuff waves to my aerial |
| Make me nuff, Mueslix for cereal |
| And she put me in the mood for space, peace and time |
| We sit back relax, and recool recline |
| Yes, because of starlight. |
| yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah |