Paleface – All I Need is Just a Lil' Time (feat. Father Metro)
Chorus
It was early spring a letter came
All I need is just a lil' time
Verse 1
It was early spring a letter came,
she opened it in tears staring at his picture in a leather frame
he wrote: I need better aim to reach greater fame
and later came the stains of blood on the white enamel
a box of camels truths unravelled
and the wrinkles on her face
add up to the paths you've travelled
they're the paths you haven't and it makes you lament
he used to swim against the stream like salmon
now, he's mother wails like a B3 hammond organ
swallowing her pride alongside - with the last drops of Captain Morgan
he broke the law again
and I don't mean "society's feeble attempt to jolt down principles of dece:
It was early spring a letter came
All I need is just a lil' time
Chorus
It was early spring a letter came
All I need is just a lil' time
Verse 2
The City of Lights - a true paradise for parasites
hit by meteorites your jailors feeding you rice and
beating you twice a day
as the ever-greedier media writes
rumours, lies and affidavits
I figure it's, the unbearable stench of cheap cologne and cigarettes
you say pot ain't exactly cutting the cake for you anymore
I say: take bigger hits
it's pot-filling-up-the-kettle-time,
Rousseau to Proudhon to Kolakowski and Bettelheim
I'm the text book example of a middle child
and all I need is just a lil' time
Chorus
It was early spring a letter came
All I need is just a lil' time
Verse 3 (Father Metro)
Turn the lights back on, we need to see straight and focus
what if the bombs they dropped became invisible and smokeless
like something you can't see, smell or hear with the senses
might catch you off guard and break down your defences
savour the moment before your labor is laid off
and you're enslaved for the sole end of profit
and it's painful to pray for atonement
money made matters twisted, even paid for the whole blend
of black coffee and cigarettes that keep you sane for the moment
this ain't for the slow and weak-of-heart
you speak of heart, but actions speak louder, you're proud of your weaker
part
we could start from the finish line and play the tape backwards
leave it on repeat and make it day-to-day practice
the way that they tracked us down was following a trail of smoke
from the microphones we burned and the speakers we broke
speak as you spoke as a child and keep your mind open
you just need a lil' time, mine is spoken
