Now look here, in the house opposite Black gate posts with a concrete frog squatting on top of it Through the hallway Ancient wallpaper, nicotine gold Up the stairs, rickety Loaded with history Here, in the top flat Flowers on the windowsill Little breeze fluttering the petals as they stare out At the city streets Gemma is awake What woke her? Open eyes, street lights float slowly through broken blinds She watches as the light plays across the tattered carpet And she holds herself tight in the room's half darkness It's cold She wedges her hands underneath her armpits It's 04: 18 And Gemma's thinking Before I was a adult I was a little wreck Peddling whatever I could get my grubby mitts on Ketamine for beakfast Bad girls were drinking with I gave 'em puppy dog eyes for the acid on their fingertips Heads in the basement Lips without faces Getting faced in, half-baked in a bakery Eating pastries Desperate for a body who could save me But I never really wondered what they gave me Always wanted something else Sweating in the door queue Spittin' like a villain in the pantomime old shoes Bad teeth Drinking in the rain with my ghost Sitting in the back of the class, comatose Uh, feelings on my back in the dark Hold me close But you never held I did some things I swore I'd never 'Til that night you tried to kill me Run me down with your car in the snow I didn't realize I thought you would go Every day I live lives in the day I wake up in My dreams are all screaming "Oh fuck!" But I'm fine now Something remains, it's still pulling me Yeah my future is bright but my past tryna ruin me Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me, I will like you more I saw some things when I was young That made me who I would become I feel them with me everyday 'Cause if you try and run away They run beside you place for place Trip you up and drag your face Freedom out of every waste They chancing every bit of taste Heart is sprayed up with the names Of all my friends who lost their way Doesn't change it all remains It takes my strength and gives me shame All I want is someone great To make me everything I ain't But the only ones for me Are the ones that shouldn't be Even though I'm doing good I'm working hard, my work is strong Might be fun just for a while To go back to where my hurt is from Rinse myself through emptiness And push my body close to Anybody who can recognize the presence of my ghost Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me I will like you more Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me I will like you more
ntnnot I lived his live two weeks ago for the first time and its fucking amazing, I just expect more and a collaboration with tricky or massive attack, sorry for my bad english
Now look here, in the house opposite Black gate posts with a concrete frog squatting on top of it Through the hallway Ancient wallpaper, nicotine gold Up the stairs, rickety Loaded with history Here, in the top flat Flowers on the windowsill Little breeze fluttering the petals as they stare out At the city streets Gemma is awake What woke her? Open eyes, street lights float slowly through broken blinds She watches as the light plays across the tattered carpet And she holds herself tight in the room's half darkness It's cold She wedges her hands underneath her armpits It's 04: 18 And Gemma's thinking Before I was a adult I was a little wreck Peddling whatever I could get my grubby mitts on Ketamine for beakfast Bad girls were drinking with I gave 'em puppy dog eyes for the acid on their fingertips Heads in the basement Lips without faces Getting faced in, half-baked in a bakery Eating pastries Desperate for a body who could save me But I never really wondered what they gave me Always wanted something else Sweating in the door queue Spittin' like a villain in the pantomime old shoes Bad teeth Drinking in the rain with my ghost Sitting in the back of the class, comatose Uh, feelings on my back in the dark Hold me close But you never held I did some things I swore I'd never 'Til that night you tried to kill me Run me down with your car in the snow I didn't realize I thought you would go Every day I live lives in the day I wake up in My dreams are all screaming "Oh fuck!" But I'm fine now Something remains, it's still pulling me Yeah my future is bright but my past tryna ruin me Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me, I will like you more I saw some things when I was young That made me who I would become I feel them with me everyday 'Cause if you try and run away They run beside you place for place Trip you up and drag your face Freedom out of every waste They chancing every bit of taste Heart is sprayed up with the names Of all my friends who lost their way Doesn't change it all remains It takes my strength and gives me shame All I want is someone great To make me everything I ain't But the only ones for me Are the ones that shouldn't be Even though I'm doing good I'm working hard, my work is strong Might be fun just for a while To go back to where my hurt is from Rinse myself through emptiness And push my body close to Anybody who can recognize the presence of my ghost Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me I will like you more Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me I will like you more
I am NOT a Poet! Why doesn't this girl just pack it in though?! This is not what I call proper poetry! All is forgiven, Alfred Austin! SERIOUSLY! He really could write poetry!
Firstly, this artists pronouns are they and them, not "girl". Kae is a profound poet and artist. Poetry belongs to the people and to the artists, the past matters, the future matters, but poetry - as it is now - is culturally relevant and significant. And while subjectective, there is no doubt that all art must evolve, sorry if you can't keep up.
Now look here, in the house opposite
Black gate posts with a concrete frog squatting on top of it
Through the hallway
Ancient wallpaper, nicotine gold
Up the stairs, rickety
Loaded with history
Here, in the top flat
Flowers on the windowsill
Little breeze fluttering the petals as they stare out
At the city streets
Gemma is awake
What woke her?
Open eyes, street lights float slowly through broken blinds
She watches as the light plays across the tattered carpet
And she holds herself tight in the room's half darkness
It's cold
She wedges her hands underneath her armpits
It's 04: 18
And Gemma's thinking
Before I was a adult
I was a little wreck
Peddling whatever I could get my grubby mitts on
Ketamine for beakfast
Bad girls were drinking with
I gave 'em puppy dog eyes for the acid on their fingertips
Heads in the basement
Lips without faces
Getting faced in, half-baked in a bakery
Eating pastries
Desperate for a body who could save me
But I never really wondered what they gave me
Always wanted something else
Sweating in the door queue
Spittin' like a villain in the pantomime old shoes
Bad teeth
Drinking in the rain with my ghost
Sitting in the back of the class, comatose
Uh, feelings on my back in the dark
Hold me close
But you never held
I did some things I swore I'd never
'Til that night you tried to kill me
Run me down with your car in the snow
I didn't realize I thought you would go
Every day I live lives in the day I wake up in
My dreams are all screaming "Oh fuck!"
But I'm fine now
Something remains, it's still pulling me
Yeah my future is bright but my past tryna ruin me
Tried to change it but I know
If you're good to me I will let you go
Tried to fight it but I'm sure
If you're bad to me, I will like you more
I saw some things when I was young
That made me who I would become
I feel them with me everyday
'Cause if you try and run away
They run beside you place for place
Trip you up and drag your face
Freedom out of every waste
They chancing every bit of taste
Heart is sprayed up with the names
Of all my friends who lost their way
Doesn't change it all remains
It takes my strength and gives me shame
All I want is someone great
To make me everything I ain't
But the only ones for me
Are the ones that shouldn't be
Even though I'm doing good
I'm working hard, my work is strong
Might be fun just for a while
To go back to where my hurt is from
Rinse myself through emptiness
And push my body close to
Anybody who can recognize the presence of my ghost
Tried to change it but I know
If you're good to me I will let you go
Tried to fight it but I'm sure
If you're bad to me I will like you more
Tried to change it but I know
If you're good to me I will let you go
Tried to fight it but I'm sure
If you're bad to me I will like you more
Heard Kate perform this live. Bass in the chorus was extraordinary... the 2nd bar where it goes down, sub bass was rattling your body.
ntnnot I lived his live two weeks ago for the first time and its fucking amazing, I just expect more and a collaboration with tricky or massive attack, sorry for my bad english
2nd verse
Can't stop listening. It's so good.
This song is homework for my Uni poetry course
ayy me too
Me, too! How do you find it?
Damn should be.
I hope will be mine too soon 🥰
Uz dlouho Jsem neslysela neco co me tak odlepi!👍
I really like this!
SHE is so fucking talented
lyrically amazing Kate
So good.
kate smashed it last night in bristol left in a haze left me wanting more please go to boomtown next year
ça balance et c'est original!
she is wicked
TEMAZO
2nd verse is just beast
🎧▶🎶🔥
Une claque ! Geiiiiillll ! Wicked !
"Get Ketamine For Breakfast as part of the new album 'Let Them Eat Chaos' on iTunes"
Excellente !!
Sick!
Sick!
Thanks Kate. At last. X
Nice
wow!
Love
Nailed it Kate.Are you reading my mind? LOL.
I am about to get over-kated
Kateamine for breakfast
2023
f...g mint!
Could you please put the lyrics? For me its hard to understand everything just by hearing it
Now look here, in the house opposite
Black gate posts with a concrete frog squatting on top of it
Through the hallway
Ancient wallpaper, nicotine gold
Up the stairs, rickety
Loaded with history
Here, in the top flat
Flowers on the windowsill
Little breeze fluttering the petals as they stare out
At the city streets
Gemma is awake
What woke her?
Open eyes, street lights float slowly through broken blinds
She watches as the light plays across the tattered carpet
And she holds herself tight in the room's half darkness
It's cold
She wedges her hands underneath her armpits
It's 04: 18
And Gemma's thinking
Before I was a adult
I was a little wreck
Peddling whatever I could get my grubby mitts on
Ketamine for beakfast
Bad girls were drinking with
I gave 'em puppy dog eyes for the acid on their fingertips
Heads in the basement
Lips without faces
Getting faced in, half-baked in a bakery
Eating pastries
Desperate for a body who could save me
But I never really wondered what they gave me
Always wanted something else
Sweating in the door queue
Spittin' like a villain in the pantomime old shoes
Bad teeth
Drinking in the rain with my ghost
Sitting in the back of the class, comatose
Uh, feelings on my back in the dark
Hold me close
But you never held
I did some things I swore I'd never
'Til that night you tried to kill me
Run me down with your car in the snow
I didn't realize I thought you would go
Every day I live lives in the day I wake up in
My dreams are all screaming "Oh fuck!"
But I'm fine now
Something remains, it's still pulling me
Yeah my future is bright but my past tryna ruin me
Tried to change it but I know
If you're good to me I will let you go
Tried to fight it but I'm sure
If you're bad to me, I will like you more
I saw some things when I was young
That made me who I would become
I feel them with me everyday
'Cause if you try and run away
They run beside you place for place
Trip you up and drag your face
Freedom out of every waste
They chancing every bit of taste
Heart is sprayed up with the names
Of all my friends who lost their way
Doesn't change it all remains
It takes my strength and gives me shame
All I want is someone great
To make me everything I ain't
But the only ones for me
Are the ones that shouldn't be
Even though I'm doing good
I'm working hard, my work is strong
Might be fun just for a while
To go back to where my hurt is from
Rinse myself through emptiness
And push my body close to
Anybody who can recognize the presence of my ghost
Tried to change it but I know
If you're good to me I will let you go
Tried to fight it but I'm sure
If you're bad to me I will like you more
Tried to change it but I know
If you're good to me I will let you go
Tried to fight it but I'm sure
If you're bad to me I will like you more
exelent
Can I use this music into my video?
Magical frogs.
why did Italy vanish? 🤔
best song on the album
unreal
👏👏👏👏👏👍🤙✌️🍀🕊️☮️🌈💋😱
EYES WIDE OPEN
EXIT
This woman is our Eminem
So woke brer
Pause machen Pause machen ! okay SKey is not so fine
We all know a "Gemma"
Or are one.
Funny but no offence you sound a little bit like andy milonakise.
Methamine for breakfast hahahahahah👽👾😸
stuck in a Kate hole
Heavily influenced by RDF;
Look them up, thank me later.
Radical Dance Faction?
Know them (not them!) I can see a bit but too new? Still listen to them. I got here from Sleaford Mods. Shes good!
I am NOT a Poet!
Why doesn't this girl just pack it in though?!
This is not what I call proper poetry!
All is forgiven, Alfred Austin!
SERIOUSLY! He really could write poetry!
Explain how this is not poetry
I completley disagree with you. I think this is, one hundred percent, proper poetry.
hahahahhaah... i reckon kate would be chuffed with this review tbh. its a weird poem in itself
Firstly, this artists pronouns are they and them, not "girl". Kae is a profound poet and artist. Poetry belongs to the people and to the artists, the past matters, the future matters, but poetry - as it is now - is culturally relevant and significant. And while subjectective, there is no doubt that all art must evolve, sorry if you can't keep up.