Adam The Rapper - Shining [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
When the sun no longer shines
Shines, shines, shines

[Verse 1]
I wake with the residue of dreams
Dust of people I’ve known, all the cities I’ve seen
Doze ten minutes, then alarm sounds
Up windows thrown open, select CD stereo loaded
Make lists doable, I plan the order the ticks go in
Suck sun stream solar power stretch bust press-ups
Until my ticker kicks blood flowing
Eyes red, the strain of the past days
Wash proper, dress, kitchen for fresh fruit breakfast
Tea, fag, freshen them dentures
Gum stills receding from old time hedonism
Mind stays bright through the spring weathers
Still I step careful, wary of cold corners
Pleased for each day that the sun's still with us
Force chin higher than the norm is
Staunch, ‘cause my wristwatch ticks to some Bill Withers
You know the tune
Ain’t no sunshine, if you don’t go find it
I cruise through the routines that’s useful to me
Keep mind occupied, stay shining

[Hook]
Yeah she’s gone but the sun’s up
I press on keep mum, stay shining
Not a lot of fun, can’t hide it
I wade through the day with a brain full of Brighton
Shining

[Verse 2]
Yeah I’m broke again, empty pockets
Coppers scraped spent not on charity boxes
Yeah I root through bins with the badgers and foxes
And it’s still just receipts in the wallet
But I still spark ideas like lead to the socket
Put practice in, to my rap and my writing
But not making cash from my writing
This ain’t a business mind, give a shit about a finish-line
I got a plan hatched up until dinner time
After that, well I’m in tonight, sit and write
Keep the brain stray minimised
Finish more chipper hit the mic like give me five
Yeah, then what?
Well progress is creeping, traffic jam, dead lock
Cul-de-sac five point turn burn wheel spin
Stuck to the rear view
Wondering what the fuck it is tears do
Get productive, dust off the dirt shell
Wash face, shake burnt smell
Yeah I’m slipping through the worst spell
But my text tone rings like a church bell

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Clipped wing fingertip tap text
No tickertape for my chest to break through
Select name, choose reconsider
Better make do with cigarettes
I draw hard when I’m more stressed
So my lungs suffer
Wake wheezing and grubby covers
Cough a protest of lung butter, tough day weighing off my eye bags
Smile lapse snap right back after one cuppa
I’m not a tall chap, but from my fourth floor flat room the view’s good
From desk look through glass over rooftop to trees
Feel breeze, see sky, push walls back
Park walk when I’m cabin flushed
I find new ground scratched out of the map I loved
Fill days, fill calendars
But shy away from the clicks of your cameras
Regret steams off a cold morning
I flap about angry like how should I act now?
Pen nib pressed out down
Wrestle that pensive state til it’s tapped out

[Hook]