Bellfield, lost boys, jumping in the nettle patches
No shoes, fuck rules, running with metal hatchets
Several throws, safe to say we got plenty catches
Had crazy long hair, way down past our shoulders
We didn't touch razors till we were way older
Went out the fields to spend an hour with the calfs
Stayed past when pat shouted howa at the calfs
If I could go back for just an hour and a half
I'd be far from sour, like the flower in my glass
Orla's in the kitchen, mixing flower in the batch
And we were in the garden, scouring the patch
For nasturtiums, or any flower we could catch
By this time, mine and my ben's feet were strong feet
We learned to rollerblade with 8 feet of concrete
No alarms, fields and farms we went running in
With warriors in the forest, no gump, go gunning in
The hand me downs resulted in anti-frowns
Bambi coulda drowned, no matter, we were happy
Never had money, fresh bread for our tummies
Orla got it done for us cos she's our mammy
This the mid nineties, didn't know about rhyming
When I was only tiny, and trees were for climbing
Walking with the horses, hangin out with Diamond
Singing songs we made up, workin on our timing
Started primary, seemed scary at first
My confidence in a sling, I was wimpy at best
I couldn't bring myself to sing simply the best
The sympathy from orla, it was simply the best
Took time to reflect, grew a neck, turned way round
By the time I was five I was fine on the playground
I'd be on the boy's side, shouting at the pretty girls
Chilling out on little break, living in my little world
Special treats on weekends, batman off the deep end
On starry nights we'd camp out and we'd sleep them
Hindsight's fine but at the time, it wasn't clear then
I didn't know that our days there were near their end
So we up'd and moved to the shores of brittas bay
And we were sure it'd hit us in the shitest way
Leaving our friends and moving all our shit away
Heard the beach was near as we could spit away
Felt the gift in it, saw things in a different way
We made new friends and kept in touch with old ones
Swam on the warm days, ran on the cold ones
I had my first girlfriend, we barely even spoke once
We kissed at a party, I was stoked as fuck
Things got hard, she rote me a note and we broke up
Got into metal, we would ratchet up the racket
I sewed a metallica patch to my black jacket
Replayed the black album till it was black out
Wallets on chains, baggy jeans were the dress code
Only aggie if we couldn't afford fresh bolts
May not have been the freshest blokes with the best jokes
Heck though, xo to my best bros
I was going twelve, sixth class in the distance
We didn't exactly fit the existing system
Just as we were wishing and hoping for something different
Orla found us kathya, kathya found us gifted
She brought us wisdom, no more bad mixtures
Of kack scriptures, half full, glass pitchers
Whack backdrops for badly back lit class pictures
New chapter, river chapel, class in the kitchen
Fell for a girl, she didn't fall back reciprocal
Still felt bliss every minute I got to sit with her
Learned to use our boots in the coup where jens was at
Learned to use our hands at the shop where hans was at
On the dragon or the tramp was where we banter at
Balancing on lats, jumped that, got our balance back
Shot bows and slings out in the woods where felix sat
Learned to cook by the fire where the steel was at
Ate our meals, ran through mill, till our heels were black
Toast whole meal on the grill, till our heels were black
I could feel the woods, we had the zeal for grass
Don't mean we had good fields by our fields were class
Leaving that was weak and that but an easy fact
Cos we knew that we'd be back in a week or that
So many weeks passed and only at a weak glance
Could we see that and see that keep lasting
Just like a debtor has to pay his creditor soon
We had to cut our hair and go back to regular school
Wear uniform, do homework, like the regular dudes
I couldn't take the test, did my best to be rude
Teachers found it hard to get their messages through
It was hard for me to become re-accustomed to
All the frustration bubbling up and busting through
Couldn't handle having my dignity taken
So I decided i'd provide a replacement
Tried to make myself strong, no one messed with a bad kid
I couldn't grab advantages as an average
Respect only came when I became savage
So I learned to ad-lib, played my part in some bad shit
Got a new cut, went against my gut like babitch
Steady slipping and developing bad habits
Stopped grafting in class, went ashing by the back pitch
They could catch me at break, by lunch i'd be back at it
Looking at my act, it was a stab at pragmatic
Orla got worried when I came home with my eye swolle
Got so angry I put my knuckles through the dry wall
Ben kept his head down, not a single thing changed about him
I tried to stray, but couldn't find my way without him
Unbeknownst to me, I was cooking like joey b
I knew that eventually it'd get the best of me
Instead of rest in peace I arrested the whole recipe
Finally climbed up, and changed my own trajectory
Before I got left on a step with nothing left for me
I found the people who brought out the best in me
Sat nine or ten tests, did my best to get some b's
Summer days came around, I spent them restlessly
Chest weighted way down, felt pressure intensively
Needles to say that summer ended unpleasantly
The news broke, doctors coulda been more gentle then
Your son might die, did that really need mentioning?
Set to cut me open, I was getting penciled in
As they went close to my throat, hope was pencil thin
Fate chose to smile on this most unfortunate gentleman
No shoes, fuck rules, running with metal hatchets
Several throws, safe to say we got plenty catches
Had crazy long hair, way down past our shoulders
We didn't touch razors till we were way older
Went out the fields to spend an hour with the calfs
Stayed past when pat shouted howa at the calfs
If I could go back for just an hour and a half
I'd be far from sour, like the flower in my glass
Orla's in the kitchen, mixing flower in the batch
And we were in the garden, scouring the patch
For nasturtiums, or any flower we could catch
By this time, mine and my ben's feet were strong feet
We learned to rollerblade with 8 feet of concrete
No alarms, fields and farms we went running in
With warriors in the forest, no gump, go gunning in
The hand me downs resulted in anti-frowns
Bambi coulda drowned, no matter, we were happy
Never had money, fresh bread for our tummies
Orla got it done for us cos she's our mammy
This the mid nineties, didn't know about rhyming
When I was only tiny, and trees were for climbing
Walking with the horses, hangin out with Diamond
Singing songs we made up, workin on our timing
Started primary, seemed scary at first
My confidence in a sling, I was wimpy at best
I couldn't bring myself to sing simply the best
The sympathy from orla, it was simply the best
Took time to reflect, grew a neck, turned way round
By the time I was five I was fine on the playground
I'd be on the boy's side, shouting at the pretty girls
Chilling out on little break, living in my little world
Special treats on weekends, batman off the deep end
On starry nights we'd camp out and we'd sleep them
Hindsight's fine but at the time, it wasn't clear then
I didn't know that our days there were near their end
So we up'd and moved to the shores of brittas bay
And we were sure it'd hit us in the shitest way
Leaving our friends and moving all our shit away
Heard the beach was near as we could spit away
Felt the gift in it, saw things in a different way
We made new friends and kept in touch with old ones
Swam on the warm days, ran on the cold ones
I had my first girlfriend, we barely even spoke once
We kissed at a party, I was stoked as fuck
Things got hard, she rote me a note and we broke up
Got into metal, we would ratchet up the racket
I sewed a metallica patch to my black jacket
Replayed the black album till it was black out
Wallets on chains, baggy jeans were the dress code
Only aggie if we couldn't afford fresh bolts
May not have been the freshest blokes with the best jokes
Heck though, xo to my best bros
I was going twelve, sixth class in the distance
We didn't exactly fit the existing system
Just as we were wishing and hoping for something different
Orla found us kathya, kathya found us gifted
She brought us wisdom, no more bad mixtures
Of kack scriptures, half full, glass pitchers
Whack backdrops for badly back lit class pictures
New chapter, river chapel, class in the kitchen
Fell for a girl, she didn't fall back reciprocal
Still felt bliss every minute I got to sit with her
Learned to use our boots in the coup where jens was at
Learned to use our hands at the shop where hans was at
On the dragon or the tramp was where we banter at
Balancing on lats, jumped that, got our balance back
Shot bows and slings out in the woods where felix sat
Learned to cook by the fire where the steel was at
Ate our meals, ran through mill, till our heels were black
Toast whole meal on the grill, till our heels were black
I could feel the woods, we had the zeal for grass
Don't mean we had good fields by our fields were class
Leaving that was weak and that but an easy fact
Cos we knew that we'd be back in a week or that
So many weeks passed and only at a weak glance
Could we see that and see that keep lasting
Just like a debtor has to pay his creditor soon
We had to cut our hair and go back to regular school
Wear uniform, do homework, like the regular dudes
I couldn't take the test, did my best to be rude
Teachers found it hard to get their messages through
It was hard for me to become re-accustomed to
All the frustration bubbling up and busting through
Couldn't handle having my dignity taken
So I decided i'd provide a replacement
Tried to make myself strong, no one messed with a bad kid
I couldn't grab advantages as an average
Respect only came when I became savage
So I learned to ad-lib, played my part in some bad shit
Got a new cut, went against my gut like babitch
Steady slipping and developing bad habits
Stopped grafting in class, went ashing by the back pitch
They could catch me at break, by lunch i'd be back at it
Looking at my act, it was a stab at pragmatic
Orla got worried when I came home with my eye swolle
Got so angry I put my knuckles through the dry wall
Ben kept his head down, not a single thing changed about him
I tried to stray, but couldn't find my way without him
Unbeknownst to me, I was cooking like joey b
I knew that eventually it'd get the best of me
Instead of rest in peace I arrested the whole recipe
Finally climbed up, and changed my own trajectory
Before I got left on a step with nothing left for me
I found the people who brought out the best in me
Sat nine or ten tests, did my best to get some b's
Summer days came around, I spent them restlessly
Chest weighted way down, felt pressure intensively
Needles to say that summer ended unpleasantly
The news broke, doctors coulda been more gentle then
Your son might die, did that really need mentioning?
Set to cut me open, I was getting penciled in
As they went close to my throat, hope was pencil thin
Fate chose to smile on this most unfortunate gentleman
( Mowgli (UK) )
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