Pressure On Julian

Pressure On Julian
Only the magical transit children
Sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah
Sitting on a pavement sucking on a long straw
It's colorful, it's colorful, but it washes you out
Here is my violence and here is the excuse
I learnt it all but only second hand
Falling into walls, well what is it with you?
You'd never know, never know, never know

We planned it all this way
We planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian
Swimming in yellow pissy water
Sand getting in between the ears
No blood in head in, this bloody weather
Irate people with yellow tongues
Only the magical transit children
Sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah
Falling into walls, well what is it with you?
You'd never know, never know, never know
We planned it all this way
We planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian
There was pressure on Julian
Pushing trolleys in the car park
From be to A then back to be
Pressure on Julian
Passing out, precious little, little snout
The birds are singing at night
The birds are singing at night
Pressure on Julian
We planned it all this way
We planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian
En 'Pressure On Julian' de Blur, nos sumergimos en un mundo de contrastes y conflictos internos. La canción nos lleva a un escenario surrealista donde los 'niños mágicos del tránsito' cantan una nana envolvente mientras se sientan en la acera, absorbiendo líquidos de colores con pajitas largas...