Muziekvideo
TaskForce-Secondson - Valley of the Crows/Goldeneye 64 Remix
Topsongs van Secondson
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Leon West
Sampler
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robin Coombes
Songwriter:in
Joey Coombes
Songwriter:in
Leon West
Songwriter:in
Songteksten
I'm the highland pilgrim
Born in the shadows of the buildings
Walk through the depths of the buildings
Dragged through the valleys of the crows by a victim
Back to the belly of the best for a whippin'
Left side chained to an angelic vision
Right side chained to Beelzebub's sibling's
One foot in heaven, the other Hell's Kitchen
Split down the middle by a fatal decision
Freedom's a prison
I'm living like a convict
I run through the cities and hide in the forests
I still feel the same old pain of being punished
I live for today like tomorrow ain't comin'
War child orphans
Playing in the ashes
Street child oprhans
Played by the lashes
Spectrum to spectrum we scramble unguided
Tangled in rumours, religion and science
Hanging from the pendulum, waiting for the dealth belt
Suffocating sentemens struggling to exhale
Juggling the odds, weigh it up on a world scale
Man must feel because we know God's word fell
You know we can go deep in the woods
Walk through the depths of the streets
We still feel the same so we still feel the pain
The guilt and the shame
We drink 'til we drown and we still feel the same
It's the same old hustle
Work and routine
From the valley of the crows to the belly of the beast
It's the same old hustle
Work and routine
From the valley of the crows to the belly of the beast
I was born under the stars and hard times a ruffion
With a dirty face and crime on his little mind
I wrote broke and back
I'm like Charlie Bucket
I had a golden ticket and I went and lost it
This ain't a fairy tell
It's just the way it happened
Dark shadows and dungeon environments
I feel like Hell's baby
Because all around me suffers
Collapse in alleyways
Crossfire and bent coppers
Asylum more it brings dark like Mordor
Listen to the wind, the world's about to end
My mindstate's grey, overdosing on pathements
I live the estate life, I wondered what life meant
A world path of the ancient's blood
From concrete to mud, pure pain lost to love bites
And all night I'll be watchin' as the zombies fight
Killin' one another, for that white rock
No shock, no horror, just the shit we live in
I'm feelin' like a prisoner and London is my prison
No shock, no horror, just the shit we live in
I'm feelin' like a prisoner and London is my prison
You know we can go deep in the woods
Walk through the depths of the streets
We still feel the same so we still feel the pain
The guilt and the shame
We drink 'til we drown and we still feel the same
It's the same old hustle
Work and routine
From the valley of the crows to the belly of the beast
It's the same old hustle
Work and routine
From the valley of the crows to the belly of the beast
Written by: Joey Coombes, Leon West, Robin Coombes
