Текст песни Marshall Law (Kate Tempest) с переводом

Everywhere is monsters

Tits out, wet-mouthed, heads back

Shouting and screaming just to prove they exist

Becky’s at the bar with the usual mix

Of decadent fabrics and desolate lighting

Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name

Blowing more breeze

Than the wind at the weather vane

Industry slimeballs, showbiz big-deals

The cool new band with the retro feel

It’s the wrap party for their video

Becky danced in it

The director, Marshall Law

Head to toe in yellow velour

Is holding court about the science of image

While the sycophants giggle and grimace

Becky fidgets, tells herself

‘Must stop being so cynical

Everybody here is a human

Even these pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.'

She tells herself to look again —

Nothing is hideous

So while Marshall Law is wanking on about his artwork

She smiles at the guy opposite

Bright eyes, dark shirt

He raises his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall

‘My name’s Becky,' she says

‘What's yours?'

She was like nothing that he’d seen before

Strong body, soft edges, with something so raw

In the core of her iris

He said his name, ‘Harry'

And never in his life had he felt so happy

They got talking

Free bar. Exhausting decorum

He drank until she was so absorbing

He blanked out the party

The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure

Something was happening here

He was kinda nervous

His eyes kept doing circuits of the room

He drank as fast as they could serve him

Then this dude comes over

Sticks out a thick hand

And Harry looks at her

Like he’s just found himself in quicksand

He gives this guy a wrap, they shake hands

Sweaty cash passed between palms

No fuss. Bish bash, yes, bosh

He looked at her guiltily

She waved it off, smiling

‘You a shotter then, right?

I don’t care.'

‘Becky, all I ever wanted was a place of my own.'

His eyes, wide and trusting

He’s staring at her, desperate for something to click

He is opening up. This is it

‘A real classy place, the whole bit

Like a speakeasy, right?

Chandeliers and lights

That shine off of the glasses

No hype, and no arseholes

Instead of rotting our guts out

In shitty old boozers

We can be grown men, listening to music

Real music. Played with heart by real bands

Not just posers looking like they’re

Giving blowjobs to mic stands

And I’ll be in a waistcoat, dead grand

Harry’s Place

Or, at least, that’s the plan.'

She was half listening

Half not listening

Kept getting distracted by the lights flickering

He looks like an outline that needs filling in

He leans in close, starts whispering:

‘The thing is, and it’s weird

I never felt so able

To talk like this to anybody, ever

Recently Becky, I’ve been really feeling the pressure

I can’t tell you how good it is

To get this off my chest.'

Becky’s holding tight to her glass

Good coke, brain fast

She watches his face as he talks

Little bump on her fingertips

Expert. Quick snort

Sucking on a cigarette, feeling vaguely bored

It’s true if you believe it

The world is the world

But it’s all how you see it

One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air

Is another’s passing glare, hardly there

It’s true if you believe it

The world is the world

But it’s all how you see it

One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air

Is another’s passing glare, hardly there

‘If I’m being honest, well it is

It’s like a trap

I ain’t trying to be flash

I just need to raise the cash for the dream

I hardly touch it myself

Look, it ain’t that

But once I set myself a task

Well, there ain’t no going back

And I am halfway there

I am, nearly, anyway

The point is

I kinda had to push all of my friends away

I can’t have nobody

Knowing what I’m up to

I keep it very secret but the thing is

I would love to

Just for one day

You know, live like any other guy

I can’t have a girlfriend, you see

‘Cause I don’t like to lie

It’s safer all round

That I just keep my head down

And, yeah, the business is booming

Yeah, the business is really booming

But my family think I work in recruitment

So, I get up every morning

And I put a shirt and suit on

And I get on a train, I go up town

It’s all professional users

I sell in the boardrooms and not the boozers

To, like, CEOs and these modern day Scrooges

Who get their secretaries to bring me coffee

It’s so stupid

Meant to be hard times, right, a recession?

But these guys are buying more than ever, I reckon

And I…

He’s got nice eyes

Shame about his issues, though

The party pushes on, her cynicism’s getting vicious

Show nothing

Keep smiling

She catches the eye of her mates

They’re dancing by the bar

They’re in a state

Nod for ‘save me'

They understand, dance over

Put their arms around her shoulders —

‘Becky, we’re bored, let’s go'

His mouth slows to a stop

He seems to lose his composure

She smiles at him

‘Yeah, was nice getting to know ya.'

No, not like that, don’t leave

Please

Don’t make her go, we’ve just got started

Their teeth are bare, their feet are planted

Their smirking at him like he’s dirt

And now his heart is

Damp with the fury of

Finding and losing

This miracle girl

He feels weak with confusion, like

What had he said?

How long had he talked?

He watches them walk to the doors

His blood roars

In the back of the cab, the girls sit there giggling

The driver lets them smoke out of the window

So they’re shivering

They pass a bottle of wine back and forth

Let it clash against their teeth

The cab moves fast through the streets

‘Who was that guy you was with?'

Becky shakes her head softly

‘Him? I don’t know, probably alright

But I could tell he was one of them «save me» types

And I couldn’t be dealing with that

Nah, Not tonight.'