Tommy C lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

In recent year there's been a lot of pop acts singing about being beautiful or someone or something being beautiful.
Now, I know this ain't a new thing but it just feels as if these people don't really know what beauty is and by bandying it around so often it starts to loose all meaning and worth.
you see "beauty" and "beautiful" are powerful words.
It's more than just a physical thing.
It's more than just a nice pair of tits.
Bring the beat in and let me tell them what I think beauty is....

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so I told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x2]

Now for me to get my definition of beauty across to ya
i must request your attention for the immediate future
It won't take so long as to put you in a catatonic stupor
As I present my case study example: Tommy Cooper.
If you haven't heard of Tommy I'll do my best to explain.
Tommy Cooper was in the entertainment game
Every granddad in Britain can do a Tommy Cooper impression
With a selection of gags, hand movements and facial expressions
His uniform was a suit and a red fez hat
He would combine jokes and magic tricks "just like that"
He'd drift between the two with the most cack handed transition
He was two part comedian and one part magician
Mistakes and mess-ups were a bit part of his show
Which were real and which were planned only he would know
If he messed up or a certain joke bombed
He would start laughing at himself and soon the laughs would catch on
See Tommy gave no regard to class or grace
His only goal was to put a smile on every single face
All his life Tommy lived to just make people laugh
Whether onstage or at home he would just be acting daft

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so I told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x2]

Whether it appropriate or not become somehow unconnected
Because making people laugh was his only objective
But there's one thing in life no man can avoid
This thing will leave the hearts of loved ones empty and void.
Death will ALWAYS cause hurt and pain
it can take weeks before a smile is on your face again
sure where reminiscing there can be great happiness
But at the immediate time theres just searing pain and nothing less.
On April 15th, 1984
The London Pallaium was the scene of Tommy's show once more
It was a full house and he had the crowd eating out of his hand.
Everything, as usual, seemed completely unplanned
And in what seemed like a finale Tommy dropped to the floor
Causing the room to erupt into laughter and applause
the curtain closed, lights went out and there was no encore
Everybody left their seats and headed for the door
Unbeknownst to them they had witness Tommy Cooper's death
He had given his all until he had nothing left
Now please note that at the moment that this entertainer died
Even with a room full of people not one tear was cried
Much less, they rose to their feet and they laughed and clapped
Now tell me one fucking thing that's more beautiful than that...
Cos' I'm sure i cant think of one.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so I told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x4]


Fixed lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

Hip hop is art
Don't make another pop hit, be smart
Take it back to the start
Like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart

Don't get me wrong, I ain't dissing Dizzee Rascal
I'm just using his beat as a single example
It was the first big hit of its kind in the pop charts
Spawned a lot of shit with profit in mind, not heart

Channel U's full of "UK sound and ringtone",
Think they should all have "p45s to bring home".
Prancing about like they're the next big thing,
'cos their cousin's got an 8 track and their mate Daryll can sing

These kids getting above their station and sayin',
They're a vessel through which a higher power's conveyin':
"My lyrical content is a miracle, God sent"
My name is Scroobius Pip, I say fuck all that nonsense!

Their lyrical prognosis is like spiritual osmosis
In that everything they say evaporates into boasts - it's a joke!
I've listened and I can't even find one quote
Worth using as a reference or even as a footnote

Most of these kids could get their guns out and kill me,
But how many got the skill to inspire and thrill me?
I've got a holster, I keep biscuits in it,
It wears into your brain leaving big fat blisters in it.

Who'm I better than? I'm better than I used to be,
I'ma keep on getting better so you better just get used to me
You think that's a cop out? Then hear my point truthfully
'cos chances are, this is how you should be

If your only goal's to be as good as Scroobius Pip
Then as soon as you achieve that your standards have slipped
If your goal is always to improve on yourself
Then the quest is never over no matter how big your wealth.

Hip hop is art
Don't make another pop hit, be smart
Take it back to the start
Like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart


Angles lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

Things in life ain’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle, on any one given scene.
[MARK:]
My name is mark & I go to Uni & college
Don’t socialise that much I just revise & build knowledge.
At times I find that I become a virtual recluse
I let my belt of interaction hang decisively loose
But I came here to learn and that’s the life that I choose
So if people think that I’m a geek they can bring their abuse
See a lot of people think that I’m boring and say
That maybe I’m a weirdo or maybe I’m gay
But I don’t care coz when I get a good job & good pay
I’ll get a house for just my brother and me some day
And that’s the reason I’m here, just to build for the future
And if it means better grades yeah I’d even sleep with my tutor
Things in life ain’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than
one given angle to any one given scene. So bear that in mind next
time you try to intervene on any one given angle, on any one given scene.
[PAUL:]
My name is Paul & I’ve been a guard for 6 months
The shop that I guard is better than most dumps
That’s why I like it here & my boss he’s a pro
He’s taught me tricks of the trade that other guards wouldn’t know
I’ve learnt that in this game, there’s some rules, you gotta bend
And not to forget these thieving pricks ain’t your friend
And that appearance is key coz there’s a message to send
And above all of that it’s your fellow guards you defend.
The other day my boss was stabbed by some lowlife psycho
He’s in hospital now so every night that’s where I go
He’s on the brink right now but he’s showing no fear though
Coz if he dies there in bed he knows he’s dying a hero.
Things in life ain’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than
one given angle to any one given scene. So bear that in mind next
time you try to intervene on any one given angle, on any one given scene.
[KEITH:]
My name is Keith and I ain’t so much a racist
But if one reached out a hand I’d decline their embraces
I work security in a shop in charge of 5 other guards
And I’ve got all of their respect coz I run this shit hard
I nicked one thief today; he didn’t show enough respect & attention
So I grabbed him by the neck, see that’s my form of redemption
I do no real harm; just make sure that it hurts
It ain’t going by the book but believe me it works
Then I sent him on his way, that little shit knows the score now
Instil a little bit of fear. He won’t darken my door now
And that’s what I do. Stop these kids from decline.
Do what their parents wouldn’t do, put down some boundaries & lines.
Things in life ain’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than
one given angle to any one given scene. So bear that in mind next
time you try to intervene on any one given angle, on any one given scene.
[BILLY:]
My name is Billy & I’ve been beaten since I was 3
Mum died when I was born and dad takes it out on me
He ain’t a bad man. He just gets drunk & feels alone
I tend to go for a walk, hope he’s asleep when I get home.
I don’t like to talk about it much coz like I said it ain’t his fault
It only happens when he’s drunk as a last resort
I wanted to get him a gift to show my support
But I had no money so I stole & I guess I got caught.
At times like that I kinda switch of my mind
Stare blankly into space and let what happens unwind
That seemed to anger this guard, he put his hands round my neck
He said it's time for me to learn some manners & respect
It hurt, but I’ve had worse before
But it made me realise life was just a series of wars
I went straight home that day and locked the bathroom door
Took a blade to both wrists, they won't hurt me no more.
Things in life ain’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than
one given angle to any one given scene. So bear that in mind
next time you try to intervene on any one given angle, on any one given scene.
[MARK:]
My name is Mark and today I was told my brother was dead
I returned from Uni and burst into tears on his bed
Under his pillow, I found his suicide note & I read
What had happened that day & what had fucked up his head.
The anger I felt right then there no words to express
I filled up with so much rage there was no way to digest
I grabbed a knife & walked to town, it was time to regress
Back to an eye for and eye, last breath for last breath
I went straight up to the counter & said I’d like to speak
To the guard that nicked my brother on Tuesday of this week
As the girl went through a door & disappeared out of sight
I put my hand in my pocket and I gripped the knife tight
This was it, as she pointed me out to the guard
My hand began to shake as held the knife so hard
Then as he approached me there was nothing to say
I stabbed that fucker eight times before they could take me away.
Things in life ain’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than
one given angle to any one given scene. So bear that in mind
next time you try to intervene on any one given angle, on any one given scene.

Letter From God To Man lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip


This is a letter, from God to Man, it says:

Hey There, how, how’s it going?
Long time no see.
I know I haven't been around much lately
But…it didn't seem like you wanted me to be
The last time I sent down a message you nailed it to the cross
So I figured I'd just leave you to it, let you be your own boss

But I've been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it's amazing how you've grown.
With your technological advances and the problems you’ve overthrown,
And all the beautiful art you’ve created with such grace and such finesse,
But I admit there are a few things I'm afraid have impressed me less.

So I'm writing to apologize for all the horrors committed in my name,
Although that was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.
All the good I tried to do was corrupted when all the religion got into full swing,
What I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.
My teachings taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,
Interpretations taken to many different ways and hidden meanings discovered

Religion became a tool, for the weak to control the strong
With all these new morals and ethics, survival of the fittest was gone
No longer could the biggest man simply take whatever he needed
'Cause damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded

Some of the deeds committed in my name just made me wonder were I went wrong.
Back at the start when I created this, the foundation seemed so strong.
See all the elements were already here, long before I began, I just kind of put it all together
I didn't really think out a long-term plan.

I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky
So you could navigate the globe or simply watch the sun rise
I covered the earth with plants and fruits,
Some for sustenance and some for beauty
I made the sun shine and the clouds rain so their maintenance wasn’t your duty
I tried to give each creature its own attributes without making them enveloped
I gave you all you all your own space to grow and in your own way space to develop

I didn't know such development would cause rifts and jealousy
Cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly
You see, I wasn’t really the creator, I was just the curator of nature
I want to get something straight with homosexuals right now: I don’t hate ya
I was a simple being that happened to be the first to wield such powers
I just laid the ground, it was You that built the towers

It was You that invented bombs, and the fear that comes with them
And it was You that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems
You invented terms like just-war and terms like friendly fire
And it was You that didn't know when to stop digging deeper, when to stop building higher
It was You that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
And it was You that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth
It was You that used my teachings for your own personal gain
And it was You that committed such tragedies, even though they were in my name

So I apologize for any mistakes I made, and when my words misconstrued
But this apology's to mother nature, cause I created YOU


Magician's Assistant lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

It's tragic; you tried to cut yourself in half,
But this isn't magic; in fact it's something much more dark, or more dramatic
Self harm, that's what they call it.
'Cause it just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do,
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your little sister?
I mean, you think your life's been bad,
And by no means am I belittling that,
'Cause I know the troubles you've had
But a teen finding out her big sister chose death over life,
Finding out instead of turning to her with your problems, You turned to a knife
That's a whole lot of pain to deal with,
And a whole lot of damage
And the only role model she has is little more than words engraved in granite.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, how about your parents?
God knows they've done all they can to support.
Yeah, you didn't go up in a mansion,
But they gave you the best life they could afford,
And the second that last bit of life tickles out,
and your lungs cease to breath,
They've fail the most important task that they will ever receive.
They failed to give their child a life that's worth living,
And that's a failure as long as they live, of themselves, is unforgiving.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your friends?
How did they fail to see this coming?
I mean, you can only hold so much pain,
And recently it seems like the tap's been left running.
Families grow distant, but it's meant to be your friends you can rely on.
They shouldn't be there for just fun and drinks.
They should be the shoulder to cry on.
They should be the ones you turn to,
When you can't talk to your family.
But they failed to because although you didn't ask for their support,
It should have been mandatory.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, what about me?
What kind of boyfriend am I?
Instead of living a life I was a big part of,
You would rather die.
Instead of fighting though together,
And turning things around,
You decided the grass is greener
On the other side of the ground.
Of our shared lives there was nothing worth living for as far as you could see.
So if that's the case for you
Then what is there left in this life for me?
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, your sister, your parents, your friends, and your partner
So you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then fuck everybody else cause that ain't something you’ve got to live with
The magician's assistant
Too many problems to list them,
Not enough people to listen.
The magician's assistant....
The magician's assistant......


Back From Hell lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

One-two-three-four-five... four, three, two, one

When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident

I'm sentimental
Oh no, I mean I'm said to be mental
When I don't get what I want
I find it's hard just to be gentle
Gentle? The rental of some self control
When you lose your mind
Is when you start to find your soul unfold

This morning when I woke up
All the thoughts that I had just broke up
Broken fragments of my dreams left me choked up
Distant memories I'd repressed all spoke up
Oooh fuck!
This was something that I wasn't expecting
My dreams solidified and started asking me questions
And the deeper I looked into their hate-filled eyes
I realised they were you, only in disguise

So I jumped to my feet
How the fuck did I become so weak?
Too soon did I admit defeat
I grabbed a pen and start writing to the beat
And I wrote:

When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is everything

As time went by
I realised you can't just drop out
But I'm telling you man
It's hard to block out
The sound that rebounds and resounds
And resounds again
Off the walls of my mind
'cause I miss my... friend

But now I'm on a mission to mend
Everything that broke and make it glisten again
Strip down redesign construct and improve
While the rest procrastinate I'll be making my move
I hope in years to come I've elevated
But chances are I'll be inebriated
But that's cool
As long as my mind ain't sedated
And the things that I've learned
Haven't been erased and wasted

When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes

When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident

Thou Shalt Always Kill lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship Pop Idols or follow Lostprophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain.
Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile. Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they've become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products.
Thou shalt not buy Nestlé products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend's best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls' pants. Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you've done your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just 'cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied that you're never gonna fucking talk to.

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
The Beatles: Were just a band.
Led Zepplin: Just a band.
The Beach Boys: Just a band.
The Sex Pistols: Just a band.
The Clash: Just a band.
Crass: Just a band.
Minor Threat: Just a band.
The Cure: Were just a band.
The Smiths: Just a band.
Nirvana: Just a band.
The Pixies: Just a band.
Oasis: Just a band.
Radiohead: Just a band.
Bloc Party: Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys: Just a band.
The next big thing... Just a band.

Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say "Hey" thou shalt not say "Ho".
When I say "Hip" thou shalt not say "Hop".
When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise - kill me.

Ah, I forgot where I was, hang on

Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word "Pheonix" P-H-E-O-N-I-X, not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at a club last night by saying "Izzit".

Thou shalt think for yourselves.
And thou shalt always...
Thou shalt always kill!

Waiting For The Beat To Kick In... lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
Place my faith in the belief that the general public,
Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet.
I ain't a preacher preaching doom and gloom,
Well not just yet,
But if there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it.
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket,
I'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say, "Fuck it!"

Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does.
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does.

A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up or being in a dream, or a dream-like state.
Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work.
You might say I'm keeping it surreal but... I'd rather you didn't.
The fact is: I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that.
Ahah, and I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be.

...Right.

I was walking along through unfamiliar streets,
And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around.
I don't know where I was but it had the feel of New York,
But not New York in real life, the New York you see in old films.
I can't really explain why it just had that vibe,
Every step I took felt somehow more dramatic.

So I kept walking and down an alley, behind a bar, sitting on some metal steps I saw a man.
From the look and smell of him it was clear he enjoyed a drink,
But he wasn't in such a state I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him,
With due care.

"Ah, Mr. Pip," he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd."
Now just what he meant by "we" I didn't really get,
But all the same I took a seat next to him on the step.
He said "You'll meet a few people before this day is through,
Who will administer advice and guidelines to you,
Now what each of them says I'll tell you now is true,
But whether or not you take that advice is for you to choose."
At that point he acted like someone had whispered in his ear,
Which, since no one else was there, was pretty damn weird.
Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard,
He cleared his throat for a second and then said, "Listen here,
In this life you can be oh-so-smart or oh-so-pleasant,
For years I was smart; I recommend pleasant,
Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence,
But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent."

With this information I was encouraged to walk on,
I continued alone through these empty streets,
Thinking over what Elwood had said,
But at the same time thinking about how fucking strange the day had been so far,
I was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest,
And a guy said, "Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there."

I looked up.
He said, "Hi pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler,
I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from you.
I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today,
And you may think a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say,
But it's said that observation, not old age brings wisdom,
And I observe every single life lesson I'm given,
I won't attempt to tell you about how to love or be loved,
'Cause you get a different genie each time that latern is rubbed.
But I will offer you advice on dealing with life,
Its ups and its downs,
Its troubles and its strifes,
Now I'm sure you've had times you've felt down and angry,
Wanted to lash out, punch a wall, and be manly.
But the question I pose now will offer you a plan B,
And maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family:
How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,
And then just be in a good mood?
That's all I have to say 'cause it's a straight up fact,
You control your emotions, it's as simple as that."

He walked off then,
Leaving me to contemplate this brief encounter.
I barely had time to realize I was being taught something before,
He was gone.
And I was back on my way.

On I walked and almost immediately I spotted the next guide,
He couldn't be clearer.
This guy was standing on the street corner pacing back and forth,
Skinny looking guy, leather jacket, tight jeans, retro look,
I've rarely seen someone looking quite so uncomfortable in their own skin,
Twitching, smoothing his hair back, kicking the floor, looking up and down the street.
He clearly didn't enjoy waiting around, so I approached him quickly,
To put him out of his misery,
And to let him start his ...spiel.

"Hi, my name is Billy Brown,
I ain't gonna give you some quote,
Instead I'm gonna use some stuff that YOU wrote,
'Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
'Cause the villain in the films is always backlit
Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
'Cause the villain in the films is always backlit.
Now I find it pleasing to defend myself with reason,
But this clock is always sitting on my back,
Tick, tick, tick.
Then, no explosion but participants erosion,
Like a picture over overly exposed and,
Like a fox that's been run over in the road and...'
Basically what I'm trying to say to you
Is you don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you,
Getting all pent up and angry about stuff just eats away inside you,
What's that other line of yours?
'If you can't forgive and forget, how's this?
Forget forgiving and just accept that that's it.'
See that's how it's gotta be,
Then you can fall in love, get on with your life, and be free."

Almost before he could finish that sentence he was off down the street,
Hands in his pockets, hurrying away.

Now quite accepting of the totally surreal time I was having I rounded the corner,
And continued onto my next encounter,
Resigned to the fact that this was some kind of dream or hallucination,
I made my way through the now-dark street,
To the one window that had a light on,
I walked through the unlocked door,
Which incidentally had blinds down,
And a silhouetted figure like a film noir scene,
But sadly no sign saying private eye,
As I entered a voice promptly said,

"This journey's almost over,
I'm the only one left,
Allow me to introduce myself,
My name is Walter Neff.
The other guys have taught you things of great positive worth,
But I'm afraid I'm here to bring you back down to earth.
See you can live your life in control and be nice,
But even that will not promise you a happy life.
You may think yourself in general to be a nice guy,
But I'm telling you now, that right there is a lie,
Even the nicest of guys has some nasty within them,
You don't have to be backlit to be the villain.
Whether it be greed, lust, or just plain vindictiveness,
There's a level of malevolence inside of all of us.
You can paint yourself and image,
And live in your own little dream,
But this ain't a dream, it's one big silver screen.
So when you think you've got your happy ending don't ever forget,
It ain't over 'til you hear the sound of your end credits.
You'll be waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for your feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of those tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does.
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for your feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of those tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does."

Reading My Dreams lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

She’s had such a long day and work has been stressful
As she arrives home to me weary and restful
To relax her I lead her to lay on the bed
And remove all the clothes from her waist to her head
My thumbs gently kneed the base of her back
And my nails trace patterns not leaving a scratch
My hands plot a wandering route up her spine
Then onto her shoulders to help her unwind
I pray the emotion is taking effect
As I lay a kiss upon the nape of her neck
She rolls onto her back her eyes squinted and dreamy
As I gaze at her smile and the beauty beneath me
I gently lean forward presenting a kiss
Onto the lips so long I have missed
When our eyes meet like this and it’s just like before
We both instantly realise we need nothing more
I adjust to rest upon her sweet breast
And on her torso more so
In each others arms and with interlocked hands
Lay two smiling faces and one set of plans

First Time We Met Musik lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

I woke early one day after a restless night
I watched the stars burst and fill the morning sky with light
In my hazy daze I noticed something on my bedroom floor
It was an envelope I don't think I had seen before
I opened it with caution and in it did reside
A map and a note that said "join me inside"
I had nothing to do that day outside of my head
So I decided to just follow and see where it led
It led me to a door, grabbed the handle and used it
Stood before me was the physical embodiment of music
I could barely believe my eyes, she was a sepia goddess
Every contour was perfection and her demeanour was modest
Even armed with all this beauty she was in no way belittling
I'd liken her body to the opening riff from Little Wing
Her eyes burned deep with the passion of a nameless chain gang
And lips smart with the vibe of Son of a Preacher Man
She told me she had evolved over time
We sauntered into her room room with just a bed and some wine
We talked for hours about the things she's seen and done but not boasting
We passed the Zinfandel, raised the glass and just toasting
We had a meeting of minds, she breathed life in this old brain
She was the milk in my Kahlúa, I was the Hartman to her Coltrane
Showed me scars she had acquired each time a genius would depart
Jimi Hendrix on her left hand, Johnny Cash on her heart
Different fingers, Mingus, Davis and her leg scarred for Elvis
Ray Charles on her eyelids, Jim Morrison on her pelvis
Then she asked about me and my musical stylings
All the things in life I found somewhat inspiring
I paused, the wine making me feel quite cocky
Feeling whatever I said she would take in, and not mock me
I said I'm a wordsmith and artist, I'm deep like the TARDIS
Every time I aim for something I'm gonna hit the target
She joked: "Gangster rap?"; I said "No, but drop the 'g',
You might start to get a better description of me."
"Angster rap?" she said. "If it sticks you'll regret that,
The most appalling moniker since the dawn of Dan le Sac."

She was a sepia goddess, yeah, her demeanour was modest
Her hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests
Many before me had fallen at her feet and died
But then I made a connection and she let me inside
She was a sepia goddess, yeah, her demeanour was modest
Hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests
Many before me had fallen at her feet and died
But then I made a connection and she let me inside

I continue: "Some of these clothes are looking old just like my jaded character
Who thinks like I'm abroad but sometimes I act like an amateur
This hat's an old classic in the first stage of dilapidation
It's a fair evaluation that it's making this equation a little
Top-heavy, if you know what I mean
'Cause there's a fine line between a classic and a has-been."
As I finished that sentence I noticed the sadness in her eyes
This moved me, left my mind wondering why
As we lay there she buried her head in my chest
I wrapped my arms around her, stroked her with the sweetest caress
I wanted to find the right line that could make her sad head lift
Wanted a chance to breathe life back into music like redshift
Said she'd grown sick and tired of the same shit
I said if there was anything in the world I could do, she should name it
She said sit in public places and quietly observe
All of the speeches, mannerisms, every action and word
When something inspires me to concentrate on that thing
Get a pen and pad and then produce a vocal offering
She said "bring the lost art of conversation back
I'm sick to death of awkward silences and all that crap
It's time to talk to one another, share your thoughts and facts
Learn the more of it you give, the more you get right back"
I looked her in the eyes and said I'd do what I could
Then she held my head and kissed me but not like a lover would
But then, it also wasn't like a close friend or relative
Instead of exciting it was calming like a spiritual sedative
And then we lay there until I woke in an empty room
If I couldn't still smell her skin I'd be inclined to assume
That I'd dreamt the whole thing, but I knew that I hadn't
And I'd seen the perfect balance of beauty and talent
After a moment of reflection I rose to my feet
Opened the door with squinted eyes and stepped back into the street
I kind of staggered home and got out a pen as she'd said
I wrote down my inspiration and here's what it read:

She was a sepia goddess, yeah, her demeanour was modest
Hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests
Many before me had fallen at her feet and died
But that night I made a connection and she let me inside
She was a sepia goddess, yeah, her demeanour was modest
Hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests
Many before me had fallen at her feet and died
But that night I made a connection and she let me inside


Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip other songs:

1000 Words lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

They say a pictures worth a thousand words
So with these thousand words
I'll paint a picture in your mind that breaks the rule of thirds

Let's go right back to the start
What better way to begin
Before too much of the corruption, the temptation and sin.
Before the gloss was taken off, back to sand castles and grins.
Before the world we were living in became riddled with Ritalin
I had a very normal birth, no wise men did attend
Born into my family as son, brother and friend
I had a normal start to life with a very normal infancy
And over the years many events did influence me
But there's one that stands out now with a special place in my mind
And the more times I think back the more new memories I find
When I was four years old, out in France, I almost died.

A wave swept up to the shore and took me back for the ride.
And in that moment of fear I gazed below normal tide
That's when the depths of the ocean showed what was really inside.
I saw a man sat just below the surface on a rock.
And his wisdom filled gaze withdrew all panic and shock
And unlocked an inner calm that let me float down to his depths
Without any flailing shaking arms or panic filled breaths.
I swear we sat for hours before words were introduced.
Just relaxing in a world, below the fights and abuse.
Below the weapons of war, below the cars and the ships.
And then when he felt I understood he slowly parted his lips

"The pen is far mightier than the sword", he said,
As he stabbed his pen in my leg and the ink mixed with the red.
"With this action I inject the gift of knowledge instead
Of all the other cluttered thoughts that will clog up your head
But if at any point you take the spoken word just for granted
These words will stick in your mouth and fall out broken and parted"

It didn't hurt for some reason but I could feel a change inside
But I hadn't really understood what his words had implied
I thought id wait for his next words with my mind open wide
And with the guidelines that he gave me I would try to abide
Again much time passed with silence being the topic
But the serenity was such bliss I had no words that could stop it
Then after what seemed like a lifetime had passed
He stopped and looked right through me like I was made up of glass
And at that very moment I was grabbed from this landscape
As I left this wise old figure I quickly prompted a handshake
And I was carried back to shore, my life saved by my own dad
With no memory at the time of the experience I'd had.

And so I went on with my life these things locked up in my brain
I grew up no different from the rest, everything just stayed the same
Until one day I realized sometimes my own speech was erratic
Like the needle on my record would get all caught up and static
And at school, this affliction didn't make things too easy
An easy target so the kids would sometimes laugh at and tease me
I guess there's no denying this made me stand out from the rest
But that kind of thing has never fazed me. I just took it in jest
Sure the broken stammers of a youth can kind of bring some attention
But the sympathy of a teacher can get you out of detention
And this continued, until I reached a certain age
Until I started to thrive for knowledge from every word and every page
All of a sudden, the words would just flow off of my tongue
When I got bored of how one sounded I'd just learn a new one
I started listening to all these people who showed great use of each word

Feeling the buzz with every single line from Gil that I heard
The way he manipulated the language and really made it develop
As he told another story from 125th Street and Lenox
And Mr. Mojo Risin', the American poet
Had enraptured my mind with words and would never know it
I would sit in my room for hours just listening out
For every underlying meaning in the words he would shout
Then I'd put on The Specials to hear of their social commentary
You couldn't help but get drawn in, sometimes even involuntary
And the way that Rakim would take my mind on a journey
To a kind of lifestyle and scene that never used to concern me
A completely different world to the one that I lived in
But I could connected to the language and the passion within him
So I started to write, inspired by those here before me
Id found an outlet for thoughts a way of telling a story
So I wrote and I wrote until I felt it was time

To put some of this stuff on tape and then I started to rhyme
Once I started climbing I knew there was no way I could slip
And that was the one true birth of this here Scroobius Pip
The one with the leather ties and weathered eyes
Who's 37 clever lines left 37 severed minds
The one that speaks but never lies
And sometimes fails but always tries
And the more he writes the more he finds
It pays to bleed between the lines.

They say a pictures worth a thousand words
So with these thousand words
I'll paint a picture in your mind that breaks the rule of thirds

They say a pictures worth a thousand words
So with these thousand words
I'll paint you one big picture in your mind that breaks the rule of thirds

Beat That My Heart Skipped lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

Well the beat that my heart skipped sounded like this:

Bom bom bom bad-i-ba bad-i-bad-i-ba bom ba-o-a-o
Bom bom bom bad-i-ba bad-i-bad-i-ba bom ba-bom-bom-bom

Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
To make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
And the dissidence of miscreants

Especially in this instance
Never ending persistence
To use the words in each sentence
As if they were blunt instruments
To beat a hole in their defence
Of this beauty and her innocence
Which serves to build resistance
In spite of all my good intents.

The beat that my heart skipped
This is the beat that my heart skipped
This is the beat that my heart skipped

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we just left a lot of people upset
What we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we just left a lot of people upset
What we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect

Well "good god damn" and other such phrases
I haven't heard a beat like this in ages
To miss such a beat would have been outrageous
When your heart skips a beat it's ruthless and aimless

Bom bom bom bad-i-ba bad-i-bad-i-ba bom ba-o-a-o
Bom bom bom bad-i-ba bad-i-bad-i-ba bom ba-bom-bom-bom

She caught my attention in her fishnets
And then she reeled me in expecting nothing more than kissed necks and quick sex
But that weren't the case with this platinum princess
She'd attracted my interest
So I wanted to impress
Upon her all the positive things
That come from having more than just a one night fling
But that's something easier in theory than in practice
Since pick up lines are tactics
To get prey to the mattress

And this actress
Is practiced
In shunning such theatrics
When put upon daily by tactless geriatrics
So my genuine advances are met with po-faced scepticism
Throwing compliments but she just straight elects to miss them
Her lips were put on this earth for dispersing wisdom
God forbid I suggest she lets me kiss them

But I really want to know what she thinks of me
Because I'm loving every idiosyncrasy

But I ain't one to jump through hoops to make the first impression
Been there, done that, learnt the worst of lessons
We want to be loved for who we appear to be instead of who we are
Our real selves take a back seat behind the pomp and the façade
That's as true of the rude boys, downing pints and acting hard
As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard

This is the beat that my heart skipped

And it went...

Bom bom bom bad-i-ba bad-i-bad-i-ba bom ba-o-a-o
Bom bom bom bad-i-ba bad-i-bad-i-ba bom ba-bom-bom-bom

([Background:] Bom bom bom bad-i-ba bad-i-bad-i-ba bom ba-o-a-o)
This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we just left a lot of people upset
What we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect

([Background:] Bom bom bom bad-i-ba bad-i-bad-i-ba bom ba-bom-bom-bom)
Beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we just left a lot of people upset

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we just left a lot of people upset
What we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect

Beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we just left a lot of people upset
What we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect

Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
To make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
And the dissidence of miscreants

Especially in this instance
Never ending persistence
To use the words in each sentence
As if they were blunt instruments
To beat a hole in their defence
Of this beauty and her innocence
Which serves to build resistance
In spite of all my good intents.

The beat that my heart skipped

This is the beat that my heart skipped

Love Like This lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

Years-years-years ago my mother used to say to me.
'In this world Elwood' she- she always called me Elwood.
'In this world Elwood, you must be oh so smart, or oh so pleasant.'
Well for years I was smart; I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.

If I'd known there was love like this I'd-a grabbed a fucking scalpel I'd-a slit my wrists in the goddamn delivery room
Hell I'd-a jumped back in the womb
love be the shit that's gonna seal my doom.

jj-jj-jj- just cause you made our bed doesn't mean you had to lie in it
look me in the eye sayin together till we die and shit
well feel my fuckin pulse cause I ain't fucking dead yet
listen close does it echo through your headset?
when we first met, I didn't know what I was doing
and I guess yo were sick of that girl's boyfriend you were screwing
instead of thinking in my head were you worth perusing
I shoulda looked into your eyes and seen a storm was brewing
but you needed a new angle so you intercepted my life line
I must admit you were looking good so i granted you my time
behind every acute angle you find an obtuse one
as a hand caressed my thigh over my head a fresh noose hung
but this one I thought maybe I could trust her
we'd grown close over time I though maybe I'd sussed her
I threw my heart shaped anchor with all the strength i could muster
it fell short and ripped up the hard seabed up in clusters
but that didn't phase me, I just kept on going
with my chest ripped open and my heart still showing
i was naive like that, see my mind was still groing
I thought with trust and persistence that the love would start flowing
but it didn't so I pushed and pushed to invoke
new levels of love but instead we just broke
at that point you chose to let me in
and that's where all the problems began to begin

[x2] If I'd known there was love like this I'd-a grabbed a fucking scalpel I'd-a slit my wrists in the goddamn delivery room
Hell I'd-a jumped back in the womb
love be the shit that's gonna seal my doom. [x2]

now just suppose I was to juxtapose my soft right cheek against your nose
would you look me in the eyes and fall in love like the T.V. shows?
or maybe if I took a rose with an envelope with a note enclosed
that said our love inside me like a flower grows
would it really make any fucking difference? cause it shouldn't
would you sell yourself for one cheap gesture?
cause I couldn't and I wouldn't
I know that's all it'd take to win you back
but I ain't looking to soil my shoes on such a well trodden track
so you can take your love by numbers and put it up on the rack
just impose your shit and baggage on some other mindless hack
now just suppose I was to juxtapose my tightened fist against your nose
releasing blood with color deeper than the deepest rose
releasing streams of anger that we all have yet no one shows
release me from the fucking chains of heartbreak that you sill impose
and that'd be wrong and I ain't gonna do it
but there ain't no harm in putting this plot in my mind and walking through it
so fuck you for still spending time with my friends
and fuck them for not knowing what's appropriate and when
and it's fuck up that all the good times seem to blend
into one big fucking mess from the beginning to the end
so take a good look at my face
and you'll see that this little smile seems outta place
now go ahead and look closer but I'll never let you trace
the tracks of my tears

[x3] If I'd known there was love like this I'd-a grabbed a fucking scalpel I'd-a slit my wrists in the goddamn delivery room
Hell I'd-a jumped back in the womb
love be the shit that's gonna seal my doom. [x3]

Reprise lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

This is my reprise
This is my reprise

Round here James Dean reigns supreme and we don't give a (gasp) about your scene
Round here James Dean reigns supreme and we don't give a (gasp) about your scene
Round here James Dean reigns supreme and we don't give a (gasp) (gasp)

If I cannot find a scene then I'll just make one
For every bridge that I repair I'll probably break one
But I decided long ago to let things out and not implode
So if you want to take a swing at me than take one

This last little track is less for you and more for me
A little exercise in expression and muscial therapy
See even if the glass is empty there's still residue inside
And that can taste as sweat as the residue that did once reside

The two people I miss most in my life begin with J
There's one that will probably think it's her but in all honesty it ain't
One will know it's him wherever he is today
And one will probably never know and I'll probably never say

You see sometimes emotion can feel just like a straight jacket
But if you still got legs running up the race track it's ok
Because every new emotion teachs something
And make sure every muscle in your heart keeps pumping

I mean take love, the most marketable emotion we possess
Finding love is at the ned of every quest for happiness
But I suggest that maybe if we loo through all that mess
We'll see the strength of the emotions that don't get such good press

For example anger, the thing that makes us fight
But that's just the case if the anger isn't being harnessed right
See anger just like love can cause a storm of motivation
If channeled right and not just seeping through in aggrevation

So many works for art, and literature through out the ages
Have stemmed from the dark hearts of those enbracing their rages
So then regret, I hate to say but it's a pointless one
If there's one thing you can't change, it's the things you've done
And the same goes for grief, in this life most things will come and go
You've just got to keep on learning, and enjoy the show

So, as I finally walk away I say goodbye and good health
As I finally walk away I wish you all you wish yourself

As I finally walk away I say goodbye and good health
As I finally walk away I wish you all you wish yourself

Round here James Dean reigns supreme and we don't give a (gasp) about your scene
Round here James Dean reigns supreme and we don't give a (gasp) about your scene
Round here James Dean reigns supreme and we don't give a (gasp) about your scene
Round here James Dean reigns supreme and we don't give a (gasp) about your scene

Round here, Round here, Round here, here, here, here, Round here, here here here...

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