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People's Faces

Kate Tempest
Lingua: Inglese



I came to under a domed roof
The light was cold and clear and fragmented
There was people, moving, I watched them
I saw a muscle of school girls performing
I saw the ticket woman massaging the small of her back
And a young gent, neat as a crease in his work clothes
And the light, as light as breath on the dirty, old track


It's coming to pass
My countries coming apart

The whole thing's becoming
Such a bumbling farce

Was that a pivotal historical moment
We just went stumbling past?

And here we are
Dancing in the rumbling dark

So come a little closer
Give me something to grasp

Give me your beautiful
Crumbling heart

Another disaster. Catharsis
Another half-discarded mirage
Another mask slips

I face off with the physical
My head's ringing from the love of the stars

There is too much pretence here
And too much depends on the fragile wages
And extortionate rents here

We're working every dread day that is given us
Feeling like the person people meet
Really isn't us

Like we're going to buckle underneath the trouble
Like any minute now
The struggle's going to finish us

And then we smile at all our friends

It's hard
We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel you aching

None of this was written in stone
There is nothing we're forbidden to know
And I can feel things changing

Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I'll stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces

There is so much peace to be found in people's faces

I saw it roaring
I felt it clawing at my clothes like a grieving friend
It said, there are no new beginnings
Until everybody sees
That the old ways need to end

But it's hard to accept that we're all one and the same flesh
Given the rampant divisions between oppressor and oppressed
But we are though

More empathy
Less greed
More respect

All I've got to say has already been said

I mean, you heard it from yourself
When you were lying in your bed and couldn't sleep
Thinking couldn't we be doing this differently?

I'm listening to every little whisper in the distance singing hymns
And I can
I can feel things changing

But it's so hard
We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel your heart racing

None of this was written in stone
The currents fast but the river moves slow
And I can feel things changing

Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces

There is so much peace to be found in people's faces

It's not enough
To imagine we'll be happy when we've
Got enough
Stuff

All this stuff
Is blocking us

I'm neat with no chaser
I'm all spirit
But I'm sinking

Because the days are not days but strange symptoms

And this age is our age
But our age is rage sinking to beige
And yes our children are brave
But their mission is vague

Is a life well-lived
Or is a life well-displayed?

I have no answers but I believe there are still things to say

I stare out at my city on another difficult day
And I scream inwardly
When will this change

I'm beginning to fade
But my sanity's saved 'cause I see your faces
My sanity's saved
'Cause I can see your faces hard

We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel your heart racing

None of this was written in stone
The current's fast but the river moves slow
And I can feel things changing

Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces

I love people's faces
Il testo presenta minime ma non insignificanti varianti, tra la sua versione originale, e successive esibizioni live.
Quello che qui si traduce - in certi passaggi liberamente, allo scopo, speriamo, di rendere meglio il "senso" dell'originale -è per lo più corrispondente al testo del brano come inciso nell'album "The Book Of Traps And Lessons", salvo alcune modifiche sollecitate dalla performance apprezzabile nel video che qui si allega (una delle migliori)

I versi iniziali corrispondono, in realtà, al finale del brano che nell'album precede "People's Faces", e cioè "Holy Elixir".


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