Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip - Porter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are
Full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds
Of thought paths we all default to
Weird to think each one is someone's daughter
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are
Full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds
Of thought paths we all default to
Weird to think each one is someone's daughter

[Verse 1]
Cell one is a padded little palace within which lives a little girl named Alice
For half her life in that room she has been banished
She drinks from the wrong side of the chalice the girl's damaged
Each day when I arrive at the front gate
I hear her happy little voice say "You're late, you're late, you're late"
Always talking to the friends in her head
Running round her cell and playing under her bed
At lunchtimes I go listen to her mad chatter
Matter of fact tea parties with a limited platter
She won't touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely
With little tags saying either 'drink me' or 'eat me'
She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity
Always mad polite in spite of all the instability
Handles the containment and displacement just formidably
Hates the locking doors but by the morning she's forgiven me

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[Verse 2]
Cell four'll be Dorothy sweet little thing
Always likes to chat and smile and dance and sing
It's startling when you start to think
Of how you might react to this darker thing
She believes that she travelled to a far away land
And havoc was wreaked by her own fair hand
She killed a woman by mistake, straight away on arriving
Then formed a gang to go and hunt and kill the victim's sibling
It's kind of fucked up they killed wolves and crows
As they trod a bloodstained path along a yellow brick road
And once they'd killed their second victim they still weren't done
This posse bounded on and hounded some old man for fun
She tells her story with a smile while not the slightest flicker of rigour lingers
As this princess clicks the heels on her slippers
Kinda hear a solemn mumble as I close the cell door
"Mr Porter we ain't in Kansas no more"

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[Verse 3]
One more door let's jaw about Wendy
Always looking forlorn sat by her window like a sentry
Hope of entry is empty due to bars and grating
But she still sits staring at the stars just waiting
Carved in her heart an outline never never fading
A figure, hands on hips, feet never never quaking
Memories of a kiss hands never never shaking
Her grasps on this dream of hers never never breaking
Years back you often hear her talking at night
About pirate's adventures and mind propelled flight
I know what you're thinking absolutely batshit
Factually inaccurate engaging the inanimate'
She's say "I believe in fairies" as she rang a little bell
And yeah that's kinda crazy but it's harmless aswell
She harnessed herself apart from this hell and started a well
That through her dreams alone broke the fucking bars to this cell

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