Shining

[Intro] When the sun no longer shines Shines, shines, shines [Verse 1] I wake with the residue of dreams Dust of people I’ve known, all the cities I’ve seen Doze ten minutes, then alarm sounds Up windows thrown open, select CD stereo loaded Make lists doable, I plan the order the ticks go in Suck sun stream solar power stretch bust press-ups Until my ticker kicks blood flowing Eyes red, the strain of the past days Wash proper, dress, kitchen for fresh fruit breakfast Tea, fag, freshen them dentures Gum stills receding from old time hedonism Mind stays bright through the spring weathers Still I step careful, wary of cold corners Pleased for each day that the sun's still with us Force chin higher than the norm is Staunch, ‘cause my wristwatch ticks to some Bill Withers You know the tune Ain’t no sunshine, if you don’t go find it I cruise through the routines that’s useful to me Keep mind occupied, stay shining [Hook] Yeah she’s gone but the sun’s up I press on keep mum, stay shining Not a lot of fun, can’t hide it I wade through the day with a brain full of Brighton Shining [Verse 2] Yeah I’m broke again, empty pockets Coppers scraped spent not on charity boxes Yeah I root through bins with the badgers and foxes And it’s still just receipts in the wallet But I still spark ideas like lead to the socket Put practice in, to my rap and my writing But not making cash from my writing This ain’t a business mind, give a shit about a finish-line I got a plan hatched up until dinner time After that, well I’m in tonight, sit and write Keep the brain stray minimised Finish more chipper hit the mic like give me five Yeah, then what? Well progress is creeping, traffic jam, dead lock Cul-de-sac five point turn burn wheel spin Stuck to the rear view Wondering what the fuck it is tears do Get productive, dust off the dirt shell Wash face, shake burnt smell Yeah I’m slipping through the worst spell But my text tone rings like a church bell [Hook] [Verse 3] Clipped wing fingertip tap text No tickertape for my chest to break through Select name, choose reconsider Better make do with cigarettes I draw hard when I’m more stressed So my lungs suffer Wake wheezing and grubby covers Cough a protest of lung butter, tough day weighing off my eye bags Smile lapse snap right back after one cuppa I’m not a tall chap, but from my fourth floor flat room the view’s good From desk look through glass over rooftop to trees Feel breeze, see sky, push walls back Park walk when I’m cabin flushed I find new ground scratched out of the map I loved Fill days, fill calendars But shy away from the clicks of your cameras Regret steams off a cold morning I flap about angry like how should I act now? Pen nib pressed out down Wrestle that pensive state til it’s tapped out [Hook]