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Another Saturday Morning Rush
Earl Zinger
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Uh, yeah yeah
I know it's your sister's wedding
Nah, of course I'm not going up West to buy records
Yeah, I'll be back by 12:30
Yeah, later
Synchronised watch
11:30 Give me an hour and I'm gone
Scamp across two roads to see the 73 stopping
I sight Dobby and I manage to hail him
Grabbing the bus I board
No I haven't got the right change
Pound to the Angel
11:40, Off the bus
Street Big Issue, station ticket
Ah, I should've got a travelcard
Damn, forget it, anyway
Escalator, one, two
Train, sorry, excuse me, excuse me
Sorry, sorry, quick quick
Hurry, hurry, quick quick
Hurry, hurry, no time to call Demus
Wood's at work, it's strictly solo running
Saturday morning, me against the clock
And I change at King's Cross
Off in Leicester Square
Stairs, escalator, machine
And straight into a herd of Scandinavian tourists
Ah, sorry, excuse me, excuse me
Sorry, sorry, hurry, hurry
Quick, quick, hurry, hurry
People's safari, a route challenge
And I'm gone
Over the square, into the alley
Chinatown, avoid the man wheeling the cooking oil
Over Shaftsbury Frith
Old Compton Warder, Broadwick
Who wears that underwear?
Poland Street, Mr. Bongos
Saturday morning, full of man
Uh, yeah, Charlie
How are you man?
I'm looking the new Skids 12
Oh, but he don't know
He's gotta go
And so as he turns to offer obscure indie hip-hop
I turn but fall into one of the lost Scandinavian tourists
Who asks for Koolish Shaker
Someone suggests another shop
Someone suggests another life
And stepping outside I'm offered
And try to resist an early morning road draw
I've officially given up
However in my unofficial capacity
I once again indulge
No time for bredrinisation
I can't stay, I'm not here, I'm gone
11:45 Passes to 11:50
Pass through Deal Real, sold out
I find Spragga outside enjoying sunshine
Holding a Skits 12
Have I heard it? I'm trying
Quick, quick, hurry, hurry
Oh, quick, quick, hurry, hurry
Quick, quick, hurry, hurry
Poland, Lexington, silver blaze to soul jazz
Where Ethan is playing rare, obscure, expensive jazz
To rare, obscure, expensive DJs in rare, obscure Japanese denim
Look, Ethan man, um, yeah, easy Eddie, uh
You got the Skits 12?
You've sold it
To the rare, expensive Japanese DJ
Who tells me Ross Allen's been playing it
Patrick Ford's been playing it
Peterson's had it for a year and a half
And have I heard it? Well, with a rare, expensive look I say
Actually no, but I'm trying
12 O'clock, all ain't well
Quick, quick, hurry, hurry
Quick, quick, hurry, hurry
Oh lord, it's Beat Street, Golden Square, Lower John
Brewer telling them to release the groove
Conversation about last night
Louis Vega set in early '80s New York club culture
And like Dinosaur L I go bang or boom
And bump into a familiar Scandinavian tourist
Looking at the wrong shop mate
Yeah yeah, listen, JC
Yeah, I'm cool man
Yeah, listen, have you-
Yeah, yeah, she's fine man
Listen, nah, please, JC
Have you got the new Skits 12?
Oh, sadly
I hear myself offer ยฃ50 for his copy
And at 7 minutes 42 seconds past 12
There's thoughts of Pete in Atlas
There's thoughts of Wild Pitch
There's thoughts of a vexed girlfriend
And it's time to cut my losses before my losses cut me
I break for Shaftsbury
Destroying the Green Cross Code
I head along the road in the road
Chinatown, Leicester Square station
Stairs at 30 miles per hour
Escalators, 10 minutes, 7 seconds past
Keep on the right, I'm coming through
King's Cross Angel, escalator, one, two
And at 17 minutes past it's Upper Street
73 Is passing
I board the Central Reservation
Where the ten year old will threaten the windscreen
And no, I haven't got the right change
A pound, I should've bought a travelcard
Never mind, quick quick
Hurry, hurry, quick quick
Hurry, oh, Essex Road Rage
Off the bus and at 28:36 past
I break the Hackney Saturday morning land speed record
I make the bus stop to my gates
In 1 minute 24 seconds
Hit the bell, and home
Yeah yeah, it's me
Oh, nowhere, just a jog around the park
Well, what are you listening to?
The new Skids 12
You got it yesterday?
Have I heard it?
Um, nah nah, I didn't even know he had a new one out
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