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."