The Escapist Lyrics

Performed by The Streets
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All these walls were never really there,
Nor the ceiling or the chair.
I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach
I see the breezes weave the trees,
These walls, you'll find, are yours and mine
Defined not by them, I
I'm in times that lie behind my eyelids,
The sunset still the rising silence,

[Chorus]
I'll not feel no fear
Cos' I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near here

There's no rain on roof that grates and beats me
My favourite tree breaking light to pieces
Sprinkling, sharded light on me
Throw a stone as hard as you can
And hearing with hand not here at land
Nothing taxi, dusting sand
My window world spins and twirls,
The walls then fall, I recall the sort
White clouds white wash faded spotless
The weighty shadows, ranges of rocks
The cold is all illusion thought up
Stroll on the shore, snooze and explore
All possibilities in each new morning,
'til satisfied reaching out, yawning
Fish in a big dish, some rice and spice,
Salt over shoulder, never salted so tight
The truth I have told was silence sometimes
But who's soul does not hide any crimes
Wrapped in walls, encircled by work
The walls fall - the story occurs
No barrier, no boundary, all hours i please
The freedom to stay off straight
Be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end

[Chorus x2]

Pale, ancient woods, strew white sandy bays
This ugly room pales away today
I'm swimming in the ocean
I sink slow motion
Fingers, toes, floating
Every year 'til yesterday
I see the eternal setting sea
I compare all this to me,
It's all fleeting momentary me
I blink my eyes, this is reminding me
Life lies in the blink of an eye
The old die for reasons, new tides for seasons
New life born is like teasing
All these walls were really never there
Nor the ceiling or the chair
I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach
I see the breezes weave the trees
I am not here at all,
You are dearly fooled,
I see bristling trees, the shush at the sea
Mischievous
Fluttering seagulls
No.
I'm not trapped in a box, so I am glancing at rocks
I'm dancing off docks
Since this stance began
That's where I am

[Chorus x2]

So done.

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Working MasterClass | Reviewer: Anonymous | 2/10/12

From the very first opening note of the violin to the very last verse, this song is proof that Mike Skinner has finally realised his full potential and in melodic and philisophical style. "The Escapist" is an uplifting ballad which highlights the insignifigance of a material life when compared to the beauty of nature. It is difficult to grasp the exact meaning of every verse, but then again why would you want to? To me, this song is one coming straight from the heart of a departed loved one, reassuring their family that they aren't, nor have they ever been "trapped in a box" and are instead all around them, in the form of the Earths natural beauty.

"I am not here at all,
You are dearly fooled,
I see bristling trees, the shush at the sea
Mischievous
Fluttering seagulls"

This, in its its purest sense, is poetry. Poetry of the raw emotions of the working class. Mister Skinner has captured this through an orchestra and spectacularly mixed it with his Birmingham rap, which bizzarley and spectacularly blend to create a wonderful record.
He showed glimpses of this in earlier tracks, such as "Never Went to Church" and "Turn the Page", but he has now finally brought it to a glorious conclusion.

Utterly brilliant.


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