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Get up
04:09
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And you're smiling til your cheeks hurt
Too young to choose your tshirt
You were created in a moment
You won't know about til you're older
But while you're pushed round supermarkets
Your seat is itching for you to depart it
You're crying out crying out
You’re crying out crying out
Crying out for life to begin
So get up
Why you crawling round?
Get up
This place is waiting for you to get out
Why you crawling round?
Get up
This life is waiting waiting
Now you're residing on a sofa
As these games consoles console ya
Staring up at a poster
Dreaming of falling in love
But you're scared to even get started
You're not a statistic in a jobs market
You're a person
And you’re crying out for life to begin
You may feel that life has passed ya
But before you start quoting sinatra
You can save that stuff til after
And if you're bruised then make a plaster
Once again lost in a supermarket
But now you're pushing round the kid in the basket
You're both crying out crying out
You’re both crying out crying out
Crying out for life to begin
So get up
Why you crawling round?
Get up
This place is waiting for you to get out
Why you crawling round
Get up
This life is waiting waiting
We’re born original but we lose it
It’s time to disregard that and use it
If you want something then choose it
And my legs were built for moving
We’re not 11 digit numbers
We must awaken from this slumber
Your path was carved out by hundreds and hundreds
Who passed on this life to you
And we’ll only be here briefly
There’s no pedestal there beneath me
I’m as scared as you believe me
I’m just clinging on to the ceiling
So just leave the supermarket
Forget your car or where you parked it
Feel us rising out of the basket
We’re crying out for life to begin
Why you crawling round?
Get up
This place is waiting for you to get out
Why you crawling round
Get up
This life is waiting waiting
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2. |
19th of July
03:43
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I just don’t know what’s happening
My heads a training bike
I’ve never felt the way I feel tonight
And I’m spinning like no ones business
And I’ve never felt more alive
We’re drinking through straws of course tonight
And they say that Simon’s drinking better
But he’s practically twice my size
We’re alone in the universe tonight
The first evening of our summer
And we’re gonna do what we like
We’re not getting picked up ’til past midnight!
We could be birds
We could plant trees
We could strip the earth or bask in it’s streams
We won’t rest ’til tomorrow
We could be light
Or we could be rain
We could be the same or we could be change
We won’t rest ’til tomorrow
Tomorrow!
It was the 19th of July
Date imprinted in my eyes
Threw a party in a field with the sunshine
Almost got busted as the flyers were thrusted
And the buses just departed the scene
Found our saxophone player in a heap under the trailer
He was drinking with another band
But no music infidelity could creep into the melody
‘Cause summer’s here we understand
Yeh summer’s here we understand
And they say that Simon’s drinking better
But he’s practically twice my size
We’re alone in the universe tonight
The first evening of our summer
And we’re gonna do what we like
We’re not getting picked up ’til past midnight!
We could be birds
We could plant trees
We could strip the earth or bask in it’s streams
We won’t rest ’til tomorrow
We could be light
Or we could be rain
We could be the same or we could be change
We won’t rest ’til tomorrow
Tomorrow!
(Breakdown)
And they say that Simon’s drinking better
But he’s practically twice my size
We’re alone in the universe tonight
The first evening of our summer
And we’re gonna do what we like
We’re not getting picked up ’til past midnight!
We could be birds
We could plant trees
We could strip the earth or bask in it’s streams
We won’t rest ’til tomorrow
We could be light
Or we could be rain
We could be the same or we could be change
We won’t rest ’til tomorrow
Tomorrow!
It was the 19th of July!
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Half Way
03:44
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I was almost running with the crowd but my head was like half way
Took a walk the centre of this crowd but my head was like half way
You can try run into the ocean but my head was like half way submerged
You can try read your favourite novel but my eyes were like half way asleep
Not something you should keep
I don’t know where we’re going to
But I’m kinda liking where we’re at
I almost got lost there in the sand I guess my head was like half way
I couldn’t part the waters with my hands not even just half way
We should just drive to Barcelona hear the people sing the whole way
‘I don’t know where we’re going to’
And if you get tired of Barcelona we could just turn away
Or stay a couple more days
I don’t know where we’re going to
But I’m kinda liking where we’re at
Sometimes I feel exhausted
Like my life plan isn’t going exactly the way I thought it should
I tell myself to ignore this
The path seemed straight but it’s more like a contortionist
Full of awkwardness and wrong turnings
Just write this off as another one to learn from
And I feel like a small fish in the same like
Life skills in school didn't live up to its name sake
And I keep second guessing
Stop guessing for a second and realise seconds are precious
And just live to the maximum
‘Cause our lives start off as empty encyclopaedias
They’d be better with facts in ‘em
I don’t know where we’re going to
But I’m kinda liking where we’re at
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4. |
Feeling My Way
03:22
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I tried to live every minute it was just taking hours
I tried to climb a hundred mountains I guess I’m a coward
Or maybe I just realised that we could make it round
It all goes round
I made a list of everything I know I should be doing
Did I need to colour in that list? no
So why is it that everything’s so big at 2am
It all goes round
It all goes
Feeling my way
I’m just feeling my way
Isn’t it obvious
Feeling my way
I’m just feeling my way
Isn’t it obvious
Isn’t it obvious
I wake up on what seems like an almost daily basis
Grab a coffee and I sit and think of all the faces
Doing the same thing but in San Jose they’re still asleep
It all goes round
I catch the train and it reminds me that this world is moving
I’m sitting still but I am flying out of London Euston
Seems in life you gotta run just to keep up with it
It all goes round
It all goes
Feeling my way
I’m just feeling my way
Isn’t it obvious
Feeling my way
I’m just feeling my way
Isn’t it obvious
Isn’t it obvious
It all goes round it all goes
Feeling my way
I’m just feeling my way
Isn’t it obvious
Feeling my way
I’m just feeling my way
Isn’t it obvious
Feeling my way
I’m just feeling my way
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Gecko UK
Gecko is a London based singer-storyteller, his playful lyrics cover the big things in life; think iPhones, Libraries & Guanabana fruit juice to name but a few.
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