Salt Coast
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⏱️ 5:53 duration
🆔 ID: 9142871
📜 Lyrics
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
All dressed up with nowhere to go
I love your sleeve-pulling nervousness
I love the way you crumble into chalk at your edges
I love the way you fade into a sky that is as endless
As your willingness to try
Keep going and it will get better
I love the way you push to get clear
I love the way you dance to get strong
Ancient
Slick clay, rock-formed, wet sand, moss-borne
What camе before
And what will come aftеr
Beneath the orderly queues, the bad moods, the nice views
The have-nots and have-toos, the night shifts in flat shoes
The discarded masks, the empty tubes
The colds, the flus, the reds
The blues, the buy-to-let, the play-to-lose
The white ace, the grey goose, the Michelin-starred, the fast food
The straight lies, the strange truth
I can hear the deep rasp of your laughter, joyful
Beneath the stifled resentments
And micro-aggressions
All part of the fabric
The tension woven so tight it defies its dimension
The see-but-don't-feel
The know-but-don't-mention
There you are; hedonistic, self-destructive, insecure
Trying to get away from the mistakes you've made before
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Veering into change
I appreciate your efforts
Acknowledging your privilege
But prone to back-stepping
Sure, it's not by our past that our future will be measured
It's by the very moment that we're slumping in, dishevelled
Six hours in to some TV show that tastes like the feeling of pizza
I know what you reach for
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Benched, waiting for a path to open up
Waiting for a thing that might make you old enough
To get into the pub
Where people drink to lost youth
I see you, scraping the gravel in your air max
So beautiful, so chaotic, so grounded
Home
Concrete and loam
Brick-dust and loans
Wood-floors
Screen-doors
And a place of your own
Pay it off the rest of your life, but who's asking?
Restless, the damp night approaching
Distilling the heat
Too long on your feet
Now you want to be free
From the strain of what's done in your name
Every single inch of you is somebody's claim
The familiar refrain
Of their glory and your shame
You just want to keep moving, the energy contained
Is spilling out and making trouble for you
Nothing is the same
You got out from underneath the weight of suffer and obey
The tyranny and hate of Britannia Rules the Waves
And now you swing your hips as you go strutting down the lane
I love you when I see you this plain
Your salt coast, your foul wind
Your old ghosts, your scrap tin
The browning of your leaves
And the greening of your rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
All dressed up with nowhere to go
I love your sleeve-pulling nervousness
I love the way you crumble into chalk at your edges
I love the way you fade into a sky that is as endless
As your willingness to try
Keep going and it will get better
I love the way you push to get clear
I love the way you dance to get strong
Ancient
Slick clay, rock-formed, wet sand, moss-borne
What camе before
And what will come aftеr
Beneath the orderly queues, the bad moods, the nice views
The have-nots and have-toos, the night shifts in flat shoes
The discarded masks, the empty tubes
The colds, the flus, the reds
The blues, the buy-to-let, the play-to-lose
The white ace, the grey goose, the Michelin-starred, the fast food
The straight lies, the strange truth
I can hear the deep rasp of your laughter, joyful
Beneath the stifled resentments
And micro-aggressions
All part of the fabric
The tension woven so tight it defies its dimension
The see-but-don't-feel
The know-but-don't-mention
There you are; hedonistic, self-destructive, insecure
Trying to get away from the mistakes you've made before
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Veering into change
I appreciate your efforts
Acknowledging your privilege
But prone to back-stepping
Sure, it's not by our past that our future will be measured
It's by the very moment that we're slumping in, dishevelled
Six hours in to some TV show that tastes like the feeling of pizza
I know what you reach for
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Benched, waiting for a path to open up
Waiting for a thing that might make you old enough
To get into the pub
Where people drink to lost youth
I see you, scraping the gravel in your air max
So beautiful, so chaotic, so grounded
Home
Concrete and loam
Brick-dust and loans
Wood-floors
Screen-doors
And a place of your own
Pay it off the rest of your life, but who's asking?
Restless, the damp night approaching
Distilling the heat
Too long on your feet
Now you want to be free
From the strain of what's done in your name
Every single inch of you is somebody's claim
The familiar refrain
Of their glory and your shame
You just want to keep moving, the energy contained
Is spilling out and making trouble for you
Nothing is the same
You got out from underneath the weight of suffer and obey
The tyranny and hate of Britannia Rules the Waves
And now you swing your hips as you go strutting down the lane
I love you when I see you this plain
Your salt coast, your foul wind
Your old ghosts, your scrap tin
The browning of your leaves
And the greening of your rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.75] Salt coast, foul wind
[00:32.72] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[00:36.33] Leaves, rain
[00:39.96] Leaves, rain
[00:43.25] Salt coast, foul wind
[00:46.85] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[00:51.10] Leaves, rain
[00:54.96] Leaves, rain
[00:58.90] All dressed up with nowhere to go
[01:02.20] I love your sleeve-pulling nervousness
[01:05.67] I love the way you crumble into chalk at your edges
[01:09.49] I love the way you fade into a sky that is as endless
[01:12.87] As your willingness to try
[01:16.33] Keep going and it will get better
[01:19.73] I love the way you push to get clear
[01:22.98] I love the way you dance to get strong
[01:26.37] Ancient
[01:27.75] Slick clay, rock-formed, wet sand, moss-borne
[01:31.67] What camе before
[01:33.11] And what will come aftеr
[01:35.36] Beneath the orderly queues, the bad moods, the nice views
[01:39.68] The have-nots and have-toos, the night shifts in flat shoes
[01:43.87] The discarded masks, the empty tubes
[01:47.05] The colds, the flus, the reds
[01:48.83] The blues, the buy-to-let, the play-to-lose
[01:51.15] The white ace, the grey goose, the Michelin-starred, the fast food
[01:55.40] The straight lies, the strange truth
[01:58.28] I can hear the deep rasp of your laughter, joyful
[02:03.64] Beneath the stifled resentments
[02:05.69] And micro-aggressions
[02:07.13] All part of the fabric
[02:08.58] The tension woven so tight it defies its dimension
[02:13.22] The see-but-don't-feel
[02:15.47] The know-but-don't-mention
[02:17.95] There you are; hedonistic, self-destructive, insecure
[02:22.97] Trying to get away from the mistakes you've made before
[02:27.03] Salt coast, foul wind
[02:30.15] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[02:34.03] Leaves, rain
[02:37.73] Leaves, rain
[02:41.25] Salt coast, foul wind
[02:44.81] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[02:48.61] Leaves, rain
[02:52.52] Leaves, rain
[02:56.93] Veering into change
[02:59.24] I appreciate your efforts
[03:01.30] Acknowledging your privilege
[03:03.09] But prone to back-stepping
[03:05.17] Sure, it's not by our past that our future will be measured
[03:09.85] It's by the very moment that we're slumping in, dishevelled
[03:13.91] Six hours in to some TV show that tastes like the feeling of pizza
[03:19.64] I know what you reach for
[03:23.05] All dressed up with nowhere to go
[03:26.56] Benched, waiting for a path to open up
[03:30.09] Waiting for a thing that might make you old enough
[03:33.88] To get into the pub
[03:35.30] Where people drink to lost youth
[03:37.69] I see you, scraping the gravel in your air max
[03:41.76] So beautiful, so chaotic, so grounded
[03:46.34] Home
[03:47.99] Concrete and loam
[03:49.70] Brick-dust and loans
[03:51.13] Wood-floors
[03:52.21] Screen-doors
[03:53.37] And a place of your own
[03:54.69] Pay it off the rest of your life, but who's asking?
[03:58.47] Restless, the damp night approaching
[04:02.59] Distilling the heat
[04:03.75] Too long on your feet
[04:04.90] Now you want to be free
[04:06.51] From the strain of what's done in your name
[04:09.90] Every single inch of you is somebody's claim
[04:13.22] The familiar refrain
[04:15.53] Of their glory and your shame
[04:18.71] You just want to keep moving, the energy contained
[04:22.04] Is spilling out and making trouble for you
[04:24.65] Nothing is the same
[04:26.60] You got out from underneath the weight of suffer and obey
[04:31.03] The tyranny and hate of Britannia Rules the Waves
[04:35.22] And now you swing your hips as you go strutting down the lane
[04:40.16] I love you when I see you this plain
[04:44.32] Your salt coast, your foul wind
[04:48.06] Your old ghosts, your scrap tin
[04:50.61] The browning of your leaves
[04:52.50] And the greening of your rain
[04:54.15] Salt coast, foul wind
[04:57.38] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[05:01.19] Leaves, rain
[05:04.95] Leaves, rain
[05:08.64] Salt coast, foul wind
[05:11.95] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[05:15.74] Leaves, rain
[05:20.14] Leaves, rain
[05:22.09]
[00:32.72] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[00:36.33] Leaves, rain
[00:39.96] Leaves, rain
[00:43.25] Salt coast, foul wind
[00:46.85] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[00:51.10] Leaves, rain
[00:54.96] Leaves, rain
[00:58.90] All dressed up with nowhere to go
[01:02.20] I love your sleeve-pulling nervousness
[01:05.67] I love the way you crumble into chalk at your edges
[01:09.49] I love the way you fade into a sky that is as endless
[01:12.87] As your willingness to try
[01:16.33] Keep going and it will get better
[01:19.73] I love the way you push to get clear
[01:22.98] I love the way you dance to get strong
[01:26.37] Ancient
[01:27.75] Slick clay, rock-formed, wet sand, moss-borne
[01:31.67] What camе before
[01:33.11] And what will come aftеr
[01:35.36] Beneath the orderly queues, the bad moods, the nice views
[01:39.68] The have-nots and have-toos, the night shifts in flat shoes
[01:43.87] The discarded masks, the empty tubes
[01:47.05] The colds, the flus, the reds
[01:48.83] The blues, the buy-to-let, the play-to-lose
[01:51.15] The white ace, the grey goose, the Michelin-starred, the fast food
[01:55.40] The straight lies, the strange truth
[01:58.28] I can hear the deep rasp of your laughter, joyful
[02:03.64] Beneath the stifled resentments
[02:05.69] And micro-aggressions
[02:07.13] All part of the fabric
[02:08.58] The tension woven so tight it defies its dimension
[02:13.22] The see-but-don't-feel
[02:15.47] The know-but-don't-mention
[02:17.95] There you are; hedonistic, self-destructive, insecure
[02:22.97] Trying to get away from the mistakes you've made before
[02:27.03] Salt coast, foul wind
[02:30.15] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[02:34.03] Leaves, rain
[02:37.73] Leaves, rain
[02:41.25] Salt coast, foul wind
[02:44.81] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[02:48.61] Leaves, rain
[02:52.52] Leaves, rain
[02:56.93] Veering into change
[02:59.24] I appreciate your efforts
[03:01.30] Acknowledging your privilege
[03:03.09] But prone to back-stepping
[03:05.17] Sure, it's not by our past that our future will be measured
[03:09.85] It's by the very moment that we're slumping in, dishevelled
[03:13.91] Six hours in to some TV show that tastes like the feeling of pizza
[03:19.64] I know what you reach for
[03:23.05] All dressed up with nowhere to go
[03:26.56] Benched, waiting for a path to open up
[03:30.09] Waiting for a thing that might make you old enough
[03:33.88] To get into the pub
[03:35.30] Where people drink to lost youth
[03:37.69] I see you, scraping the gravel in your air max
[03:41.76] So beautiful, so chaotic, so grounded
[03:46.34] Home
[03:47.99] Concrete and loam
[03:49.70] Brick-dust and loans
[03:51.13] Wood-floors
[03:52.21] Screen-doors
[03:53.37] And a place of your own
[03:54.69] Pay it off the rest of your life, but who's asking?
[03:58.47] Restless, the damp night approaching
[04:02.59] Distilling the heat
[04:03.75] Too long on your feet
[04:04.90] Now you want to be free
[04:06.51] From the strain of what's done in your name
[04:09.90] Every single inch of you is somebody's claim
[04:13.22] The familiar refrain
[04:15.53] Of their glory and your shame
[04:18.71] You just want to keep moving, the energy contained
[04:22.04] Is spilling out and making trouble for you
[04:24.65] Nothing is the same
[04:26.60] You got out from underneath the weight of suffer and obey
[04:31.03] The tyranny and hate of Britannia Rules the Waves
[04:35.22] And now you swing your hips as you go strutting down the lane
[04:40.16] I love you when I see you this plain
[04:44.32] Your salt coast, your foul wind
[04:48.06] Your old ghosts, your scrap tin
[04:50.61] The browning of your leaves
[04:52.50] And the greening of your rain
[04:54.15] Salt coast, foul wind
[04:57.38] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[05:01.19] Leaves, rain
[05:04.95] Leaves, rain
[05:08.64] Salt coast, foul wind
[05:11.95] Old ghosts, scrap tin
[05:15.74] Leaves, rain
[05:20.14] Leaves, rain
[05:22.09]