Beyond the Son-Koop
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[by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810]
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[00:27.81]Dear
[00:29.37]Thanks for your letter
[00:31.86]Sounds like you're living the way you wanted and that makes me smile
[00:37.02]No
[00:37.35]I hadn't heard Bjorn Borg retired
[00:40.59]Thank God one of us has a finger on a sporting pulse
[00:44.55]No records left to collect your complaint
[00:48.90]Borg
[00:49.32]Brolin and an unknown tennis trainer released something recently
[00:53.91]No doubt your contacts in the Stockholm underworld can source that gem
[01:00.57]Got back the other day to find the pub on the corner had been burnt down
[01:04.92]A dark London street story that I won't burden you with now
[01:08.97]Determined as I am to write you some life affirming s**t
[01:12.18]And not drag you on a regular trawl through the night seas to see what crawls
[01:18.69]Yet
[01:19.32]I know they're casting their lots to see
[01:21.42]Who can get the old pubs's lease and turn it into more luxury flats
[01:26.97]Brick by brick
[01:27.84]The infiltration has begun
[01:30.39]I feel moved enough to take a spray can in hand and step to the boarding
[01:34.41]But as yet I can't think of anything witty or on point enough to be up there
[01:40.05]Yet the drunkards still own the park
[01:42.84]D's still there in your old flat making beats and still owns the night
[01:47.70]While this street can still shape shift and make you quicken your pace on a late night return
[01:52.68]So I suppose we still have time
[01:56.73]But make no mistake my friend
[01:59.07]I'm sure some barricade somewhere has started its calling
[02:10.28]I'm so sorry we missed each other when you last came to town
[02:14.13]I heard from Ende
[02:15.00]You sat with her telling stories for three hours while she put some extensions in a client's hair
[02:22.35]She told me about Cuba
[02:23.64]Cigars and sacred drums
[02:26.55]Of arguments in bars
[02:28.08]Dante
[02:28.47]The color of Christ and the only true poet
[02:32.22]The south China seas
[02:34.20]Remembered Fa Yung the Buddhist master
[02:37.77]How can we obtain truth through words
[02:40.41]When she quoted your
[02:41.73]Immature writers plagiarize
[02:43.56]Mature writers steal
[02:45.42]I was back in a bar in New York lower east side when you shouted that at
[02:50.46]Maybe it was yourself
[02:52.83]Maybe I wasn't there
[02:54.27]Maybe it's slipped down between the years
[02:56.94]My memory isn't exactly all that now
[02:59.40]But my friend
[03:00.45]You definitely have a convert there
[03:02.64]If you ever need your hair braided
[03:04.11]And I know that's a long shot
[03:06.45]Then she's your girl
[03:08.58]As my man Scratch
[03:09.81]Or maybe it was Rakim or Monk
[03:12.27]Or more probable all of them at some stage said：You gotta check the new style
[03:17.34]I'm assuming you are still running an Old Testament blades to hair ratio
[03:21.54]And it hasn't fallen rudely out on you
[03:24.51]If that's the scenario
[03:26.01]Then my sincerest apologies
[03:35.49]Saw Mr
[03:36.15]Brennan in the Holloway road yesterday
[03:38.97]Walked past with a bag of potatoes on his shoulders
[03:42.93]I didn't stop him
[03:43.77]He wouldn't have had a clue who the hell I was
[03:46.35]He didn't back then
[03:47.76]Even when we'd used to spend months sleeping on his sofa
[03:51.27]Explaining every morning which one of his son's friends we were
[03:55.38]Well
[03:55.62]I guess that's the price you pay for any more than six children in the Holloway road area
[04:02.19]I think of you often
[04:04.47]And hope we see each other as soon as is possible
[04:09.06]Until such time may the winds be at your back
[04:12.57]The dice be kind
[04:14.07]And the gods turn the occasional blind eye
[04:18.26]Sincerely yours
[04:21.42]Beyond the clouds
[04:23.52]Beyond the son
[04:24.27]The rebel without a cause
[ar:]
[al:]
[by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810]
[offset:0]
[00:27.81]Dear
[00:29.37]Thanks for your letter
[00:31.86]Sounds like you're living the way you wanted and that makes me smile
[00:37.02]No
[00:37.35]I hadn't heard Bjorn Borg retired
[00:40.59]Thank God one of us has a finger on a sporting pulse
[00:44.55]No records left to collect your complaint
[00:48.90]Borg
[00:49.32]Brolin and an unknown tennis trainer released something recently
[00:53.91]No doubt your contacts in the Stockholm underworld can source that gem
[01:00.57]Got back the other day to find the pub on the corner had been burnt down
[01:04.92]A dark London street story that I won't burden you with now
[01:08.97]Determined as I am to write you some life affirming s**t
[01:12.18]And not drag you on a regular trawl through the night seas to see what crawls
[01:18.69]Yet
[01:19.32]I know they're casting their lots to see
[01:21.42]Who can get the old pubs's lease and turn it into more luxury flats
[01:26.97]Brick by brick
[01:27.84]The infiltration has begun
[01:30.39]I feel moved enough to take a spray can in hand and step to the boarding
[01:34.41]But as yet I can't think of anything witty or on point enough to be up there
[01:40.05]Yet the drunkards still own the park
[01:42.84]D's still there in your old flat making beats and still owns the night
[01:47.70]While this street can still shape shift and make you quicken your pace on a late night return
[01:52.68]So I suppose we still have time
[01:56.73]But make no mistake my friend
[01:59.07]I'm sure some barricade somewhere has started its calling
[02:10.28]I'm so sorry we missed each other when you last came to town
[02:14.13]I heard from Ende
[02:15.00]You sat with her telling stories for three hours while she put some extensions in a client's hair
[02:22.35]She told me about Cuba
[02:23.64]Cigars and sacred drums
[02:26.55]Of arguments in bars
[02:28.08]Dante
[02:28.47]The color of Christ and the only true poet
[02:32.22]The south China seas
[02:34.20]Remembered Fa Yung the Buddhist master
[02:37.77]How can we obtain truth through words
[02:40.41]When she quoted your
[02:41.73]Immature writers plagiarize
[02:43.56]Mature writers steal
[02:45.42]I was back in a bar in New York lower east side when you shouted that at
[02:50.46]Maybe it was yourself
[02:52.83]Maybe I wasn't there
[02:54.27]Maybe it's slipped down between the years
[02:56.94]My memory isn't exactly all that now
[02:59.40]But my friend
[03:00.45]You definitely have a convert there
[03:02.64]If you ever need your hair braided
[03:04.11]And I know that's a long shot
[03:06.45]Then she's your girl
[03:08.58]As my man Scratch
[03:09.81]Or maybe it was Rakim or Monk
[03:12.27]Or more probable all of them at some stage said：You gotta check the new style
[03:17.34]I'm assuming you are still running an Old Testament blades to hair ratio
[03:21.54]And it hasn't fallen rudely out on you
[03:24.51]If that's the scenario
[03:26.01]Then my sincerest apologies
[03:35.49]Saw Mr
[03:36.15]Brennan in the Holloway road yesterday
[03:38.97]Walked past with a bag of potatoes on his shoulders
[03:42.93]I didn't stop him
[03:43.77]He wouldn't have had a clue who the hell I was
[03:46.35]He didn't back then
[03:47.76]Even when we'd used to spend months sleeping on his sofa
[03:51.27]Explaining every morning which one of his son's friends we were
[03:55.38]Well
[03:55.62]I guess that's the price you pay for any more than six children in the Holloway road area
[04:02.19]I think of you often
[04:04.47]And hope we see each other as soon as is possible
[04:09.06]Until such time may the winds be at your back
[04:12.57]The dice be kind
[04:14.07]And the gods turn the occasional blind eye
[04:18.26]Sincerely yours
[04:21.42]Beyond the clouds
[04:23.52]Beyond the son
[04:24.27]The rebel without a cause
