Turn The Page

If you find yourself faltering in the noisy confusion of the big city, have something daunting on the horizon, are scared shitless by some impending gloom and need a big hit of i don't know what to get you through, there is no better song in existence to bring forth courage through gritted teeth than this.

Plug in your phonez and get yo War Faces ready.

That's it
Turn the page on the day, walk away 
Cos there's sense in what i say
I'm 45th generation Roman 
But i don't know them or care when i'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting
I'm miles ahead and they chase me 
Show your face on tv then we'll see
You can't do half my crew laughs
At your rhubarb and custard verses
You rain down curses but i'm waving
Your hearse is driving by
Streets riding high with the beats in the sky
All stare eyes glazed garage burnt down the fire raged
For 40 days and in 40 ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black the beaming heat on their faces
Their figure emerges from the wastage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
They wonder how they wonder why
The sky turns white it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light after six dark years
Young bold soldiers the fire burns cracks and smoulders
5 years older and wiser 
The fires are burning on fire, never tire
Slave warriors in the forests and on high
We sing, hear the strings rising the war's over the bells ring
Memories fading soldiers slaying looks like geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bull ring the lazy way the birds sing
A new baby's born every day
Few men may be scorned today
But look at things the other way cos it may well be your final day
And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say
I produced this using only my bare wit
Gimme a jungle or garage beat and admit defeat
Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
Get all applications into me before the deadline
Cos it's a fine line between strife or crimes and a life of crime
But you will reach the day, and it's all mine
You can take it or leave it
I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker
Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter to their wives and daughters
Once more before the law judges over all of us
Cos in this place you'll see me
Brace yourselves
Cos this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Be brave
C L E N C H  F I S T S

Mike Skinner penned it after checking Russell Crowe tear shit up in ancient Rome. According to him, "This was wrote as an intro, inspired a little by watching gladiator at my sister's house. A bit of fantasy fiction or something. Took me ages to think of a title but as soon as i came up with the opening line, it felt right. I played all the strings and shit myself. Coz i'm a right geeza."

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