Kate Tempest – Picture On The Screen

Kate Tempest – Picture On The Screen


On the second floor Of the new build block in the flat with the yellow door Next to the boarded up independent record store Bradley is awake He’s watching notches on his clock face Lying there, thinking, limbs are like fallen buildings And it’s feeling like every single day he’s lived Is out to kill him Now Bradley’s got a good job He works in PR He moved south a few months back Top whack flat All mod cons Got them wall sized windows He’s a Manchester boy, done good in the big smoke Young proffessional Single Tinder, and flings Life seems simpler than it’s ever been He’s doing well He’s living the dream And he’s paying the mortgage off Bradley doesn’t know why he’s not sleeping at nights He could get up try and walk it off But he’s got to get to work in a matter of hours Is he awake or asleep? He can’t tell He can’t dream He can’t feel He can’t scream He just stares at his screen it says 4:18 And life’s just a thing that he does Bradley rolls over Cold pillow Warm body At the end of his tether, as usaul, he breathes softly He burrows down deep And he closes his eyes And he thinks man is this really what it means to be alive The days go past like pictures on a screen Sometimes I feel like my life is someone else’s dream Most days I’m dazed walkin’ ’round, I’m workin’, talkin’, perkin’ up But always feel I can’t be certain that I’ve woken up at all Is this life, will this pass? This feeling like I’m lookin’ at the world from behind glass Even when i’m laughing hard or fallin’ on my… Or half plastered before it’s even dark Or when some hard bastard barges past When I’m passin’ my targets at work I can’t shake the feelin’ That life hasn’t started It’s worse in the evening at parties I’m standing apart My heart’s hard I can’t hardly be heard Still, I’m hopping on, barking out words Is this me? Is this what I’m doing I know I exist But i don’t feel a thing I’m eclipsed I’m elsewhere And the worst part is I don’t think that I care What I’m gonna do to wake up I know it’s happenin’ But who is it happenin’ to? Has this happened to you? I know it’s happenning But who’s it happenin’ to? Has it happened to you I know it’s happenin’ But who is it happenin’ to? Has this happened to you? I know it’s happenin’ But who is it happenin’ to? Has it happened to you? I try new things I shoot film on my phone And I play them back when I’m alone Did that happen? I walk around Trying to understnad Every sound Tryna make my feet connect with every inch of ground This gaff flattens my cap, battens me down Everything’s in its category Packaged in self flattering girls Battle reality, it’s battle royale Everyone is chattering, nothing is real Collect my sallary Cookin’ a meal Right, some vegetables, I exercise regularly But how that I feel visceral melody Is This All that’s ahead of me? I always thought that life would mean more to me eventually I hate to think I’ll make it to 70, potentially 75 And realise I’ve never been alive Spend the rest of my days regretting wishing I could be forgetting I know it’s happenin’ But who’s it happenin’ to? Has this happened to you? I know it’s happenin’ But who’s it happenin’ to? Has it happened to you? I know it’s happenin’ But who’s it happenin’ to? Has this happened to you? I know it’s happenin’ But who’s it happenin’ to? What am I gonna do to wake up?

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