A Dreamer Stuck in Clitheroe
"As if I'm like recording this in my car if anything it fits the theme of this track..."
1999 I was brought to this earth
March 25th to be precise, Blackburn
Grew up in Clitheroe
Full of dreams
Full of hope
Only to be smacked down cos' I'm from the North!
Been an artist from the age of two
Poor little me didn't have a clue
Work, pay taxes and die, that's right
A dreamer stuck in Clitheroe ain't happy with that demise
Aye, working from the age of fourteen
London-Centrism's just a nightmare in my dreams
Growing up working class
I was never on my ass
Everything I have I've paid in cash
Through the looking glass
Seeing kids my age not work for what they have
Made me sad
Now that I'm older, I realise I'm not a twat
Thank fuck I was born to graft!
Been an artist from the age of two
Poor little me didn't have a clue
Work, pay taxes and die, that's right
A dreamer stuck in Clitheroe ain't happy with that demise
Art industry hates me
So they try to isolate me
I just wanna try and break free
Of the class curse with my degree.
Glass ceilings
Class ceilings
We're all just human beings!
This sh- class shit doesn't have any fucking meaning! F
I speak up for my family, to show all the struggles that we've seen
Ignorance is Bliss
Ignorance is Bliss
When you're conditioned to fade in the abyss...
1999 I was brought to this earth
March 25th to be precise, Blackburn
Grew up in Clitheroe
Full of dreams
Full of hope
Only to be smacked down cos' I'm from the North!
Been an artist from the age of two
Poor little me didn't have a clue
Work, pay taxes and die, that's right
A dreamer stuck in Clitheroe ain't happy with that demise
Aye, working from the age of fourteen
London-Centrism's just a nightmare in my dreams
Growing up working class
I was never on my ass
Everything I have I've paid in cash
Through the looking glass
Seeing kids my age not work for what they have
Made me sad
Now that I'm older, I realise I'm not a twat
Thank fuck I was born to graft!
Been an artist from the age of two
Poor little me didn't have a clue
Work, pay taxes and die, that's right
A dreamer stuck in Clitheroe ain't happy with that demise
Art industry hates me
So they try to isolate me
I just wanna try and break free
Of the class curse with my degree.
Glass ceilings
Class ceilings
We're all just human beings!
This sh- class shit doesn't have any fucking meaning! F
I speak up for my family, to show all the struggles that we've seen
Ignorance is Bliss
Ignorance is Bliss
When you're conditioned to fade in the abyss...
Credits
Writer(s): Lauren Gornall
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