Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Push Things Forward, artist - The Streets. Album song Remixes & B-Sides, in the genre
Date of issue: 17.03.2002
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Let's Push Things Forward |
This ain’t the down it’s a upbeat |
Make it complete, so what’s the story? |
Guaranteed accuracy, enhanced CD |
Latest technology, darts at Treble 20 |
Huge non recuperable advance, majors be vigilant |
I excel in both content and deliverance |
So let’s put on our classics |
And we’ll have a little dance, shall we? |
No sales pitch, no media hype |
No hydro, it’s nice and ripe |
I speak in communications in BOLD type |
This ain’t your archetypal street sound |
Scan for ultrasounds north, south, east, west |
And all 'round and then to the underground |
You say that everything sounds the same |
Then you go buy them |
There’s no excuses my friend |
Let’s push things forward |
You say that everything sounds the same |
Then you go buy them |
There’s no excuses my friend |
Let’s push things forward |
As we progress to the checkpoint |
I wholeheartedly agree with your viewpoint |
But this ain’t your typical Garage joint |
I make points which hold significance |
That ain’t a bag, it’s a shipment |
This ain’t a track, it’s a movement |
I got the settlement |
My frequencies are transient |
And resonate your eardrums |
I make bangers not anthems |
Leave that to the Artful Dodger |
The broad shouldered, 51% shareholder |
You won’t find us on Alta Vista, cult classic, not bestseller |
You’re gonna need more power |
Plug in the free phase and the generator |
Crank it up to the gigawatts |
Critics ready with your potshots, the plot thickens |
Put on your mittens for these sub-zero conditions |
But remember I’m just spittin' |
Remember I’m just spittin' |
Once bitten forever smitten |
You say that everything sounds the same |
Then you go buy them |
There’s no excuses my friend |
Let’s push things forward |
You say that everything sounds the same |
Then you go buy them |
There’s no excuses my friend |
Let’s push things forward |
Split jewels like eastern riches, junkie fixes |
Around here we say birds, not bitches |
As London Bridge burns down, Brixton’s burnin' up |
Turns out you’re in luck so I know this dodgy fuck in The Duck |
So it’s just another show flick |
From your local city poet |
In case you geezers don’t know it |
Lets push things forward |
It’s a tall order but we’re taller |
Callin' all mawlers, backstreet brawlers |
Corner shop crawlers, victories flawless |
Love us or hate us but don’t slate us |
Don’t conform to formulas |
Pop genres and such, Sharp darts, Double Dutch |
Parked cars, troubles a much with more Bud |
Let’s push things forward |
You say that everything sounds the same |
Then you go buy them |
There’s no excuses my friend |
Let’s push things forward |
You say that everything sounds the same |
Then you go buy them |
There’s no excuses my friend |
Let’s push things forward |