Chords for Kae Tempest - Europe Is Lost (Live on KEXP)

_ Now in the basement flat by the garages [Abm] where the [E] people dump their mattresses
_ Esther's in her kitchen making sandwiches.
The [Abm] slats on her blinds are all [E] wonky and skewed
You can see the top of her head from the street before she moves out of view to kick her boots off tired feet
She wipes her forehead with her wrist.
She's just back from a double shift
Esther's a carer doing nights
[Abm] Behind her on the [E] kitchen wall is a black and white image of swallows in flight
Her eyes are sore her muscles ache.
She cracks a beer and swigs it
She holds it to her thirsty lips and necks it till it's finished.
It's 4 18 a.m
Again, her brain is full from all she's done that day
She knows that she won't sleep a wink before the Sun is on its way
Esther is worried about the world tonight
She's worried all the time.
She don't know how she's supposed to put [Abm] it from her [E] mind
[Ab] _ _ _
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_ _ _ Europe is lost
America lost London lost still we are hammering victory
All that is meaningless rules and we have learned nothing from history
The people are dead in their lifetimes days in the shine of the streets
But look how the traffic still moving the system's too slick to stop working
Businesses good and there's bands every night and the [Abm] pubs man is two for one drinks in the clubs
Are we struck up?
Well washed off the work and the stress now all we want some excess better yet a night to remember that will soon forget
All of [E] the blood that was bled for these cities to grow
All of the bodies [Abm] that fell the roots that were dug from this earth through these games could be played at sea
It's in light and stains on my hands.
No things are screaming _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I
Gonna do to wake [G] up. _
_ _ I feel the [Abm] cost of it pushing my body like I push my hands into pockets and softly
I walk and I see it
This is all we deserve the rungs of our past every surface despite all we did for vanquish the traces
But my very language is tainted with all that we stole to replace it with this
I am quiet feeling the onset of riot right?
It's a tiny man systems a huge traffic
Movement [N] proving there's nothing to do because it's big business baby and it's smile is hideous
Top down violent structural viciousness your kids are don't stop on prescriptions and said the IMS but don't worry about at me
Why be better terrorists?
I mean the water levels rise in the water levels rising the animals the elephants the polar bears are dying
Stop crying start buying but what about oil spills?
No one likes a party pooping spoil sport
Massacres massacres massacres new shoes
Ghettoized children murdered in broad daylight by those employed to protect them live porn stream to your preteens bedroom
Glass ceiling no headroom half a generation live beneath the bread line
Oh boys happy hour on the high street Friday night at last lads my tree
Oh went fine to that kid got glass in the last bar place went nuts
You can ask our Lou it was a madness the road run red pure Clara.
I went about them immigrants
I can't stand them.
I mean mostly I mind my own business
They're only coming over here to get riches of sickness England England
Patriotism and you wonder why kids want to die for religion.
It goes work all your life for a pittance
Maybe you'll make it to manager pray for a raise cost the base days off on your beach bed calendar
They're anarchists are desperate for something to smash scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers and glamorous magazines
Who's dating who political cash in an envelope caught sniffing lines of a prostitutes prosthetic tits?
It was back to their house of Lords with slap wrists.
They have got kids
They molest the heads of dead pigs, but him in the hoodie with a couple of spliffs jail him.
He's the criminal
It's the board of it all generation the product of product placement and manipulation shoot them up brutal duty of care
Come on new shoes beautiful hair
Bulls saccharine ballads and selfies and selfies and selfies
Here's me outside the palace of me
Construct a self and psychosis and meanwhile the people were dead in their droves and nobody noticed no way
Somebody noticed I could tell by the
Emoji he posted
_ Sleep like a glove time [Abm] covers our eyes
_ The
_ _ [B] Lights are so nice and bright.
So let's [Abm] dream
_ _ _ _ [B]
But some of us are stuck like stones in the slipstream
[Abm] _ _ _
_ [B] What am I gonna do to [Gb] wake up? _
We are lost.
We are lost.
We are lost.
We are lost.
We are lost.
We are lost.
We are lost
We are lost.
I'll be lost.
We are lost.
We are lost.
We are lost
We are _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
lost we are lost and still nothing was _ _ _
Friendships and courtships to think of the forces to drink off the thoughts of the money the money the oil the planet is shaking
I spoil your life is a plate in the garment to soil the toil the toil I
Can't see it ending at all only the end tell me how is this something to cherish when the tribesmen are dead in their deserts
To make room for alien structures develop develop kill what you find if it threatens, you know trace of love in the hunt for the bigger
fuck here in the land where nobody gives _ _ _ _ _ _
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