Streets
Rosa & Maria Lyrics
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I ran from this city
I ran from the memories
But of course they followed me.
I came back broke and lonely.
You said 'Baby, come see me,
In my studio
It's the building on it's own;
Where the butchers used to be
Beside the row of sex shops
And the bar that opened recently.
You said 'The boys have left early,
Come keep me company
In my studio
On Gresham Street.
Wine from the bottle
Fizzed around my head.
Cracked lips, warm breath
On the back of my neck.
White spirt, chewing gum,
Stale cigarettes,
And everything's a mess
But I felt so content.
Laughs from the bar below
Floated through the open window.
A blue splattered radio
Played the songs I used to know.
On your lap,
On your paint stained jeans,
In your studio
On Gresham Street.
Wine from the bottle
Fizzed around my head.
Cracked lips, warm breath
On the back of my neck.
White spirt, chewing gum,
Stale cigarettes,
And everything's a mess
But I felt so content.
The things I wanted to change
So desperately
Had already
Changed me.
But when you kissed me
All the pain
Washed away from me.
On your lap,
(A blue splattered radio)
On your paint stained jeans,
(Played the songs I used to know)
In your studio
On Gresham Street.
The lyrics of Rosa & Maria's song "Streets" tell a story of returning to a city and finding solace in a specific place and person. The singer initially leaves the city to escape their memories, but eventually finds themselves broke and lonely, prompting their return. They are welcomed back by their partner, who invites them to their studio on Gresham Street. Despite the rough surroundings - the empty building where butchers used to be, the row of sex shops, and the recently opened bar - the singer finds comfort and contentment in this space.
The song vividly describes the atmosphere of the studio, with wine flowing, cracked lips and warm breath, and a messy environment. The sounds from the bar below and the blue splattered radio playing familiar songs create a sense of comfort and nostalgia. The singer feels a deep connection with their partner, symbolized by resting on their lap and feeling their paint-stained jeans against their skin. In this intimate studio on Gresham Street, the singer finds respite from their pain, as all their worries wash away when they are kissed by their partner.
Overall, the song explores the themes of seeking refuge, finding comfort in unexpected places, and the transformative power of love.
Line by Line Meaning
As soon as I had money,
Upon acquiring wealth,
I ran from this city
I hastily escaped this urban area
I ran from the memories
I fled from the recollections
But of course they followed me.
Yet inevitably, they pursued me.
I came back broke and lonely.
I returned destitute and desolate.
You said 'Baby, come see me,
You exclaimed, 'Darling, visit me,
In my studio
Within my artistic workspace
On Gresham Street'
Located on Gresham Street.'
It's the building on its own;
It's the stand-alone structure;
Where the butchers used to be
Formerly occupied by the meat vendors
Beside the row of sex shops
Adjacent to the line of adult stores
And the bar that opened recently.
And the recently inaugurated tavern.
You said 'The boys have left early,
You stated, 'The gentlemen departed prematurely,
Come keep me company
Come accompany me
In my studio
Within my artistic workspace
On Gresham Street.
Located on Gresham Street.'
Wine from the bottle
The wine poured from the bottle
Fizzed around my head.
Effervesced around my mind.
Cracked lips, warm breath
Chapped lips, heated exhales
On the back of my neck.
Upon the nape of my neck.
White spirit, chewing gum,
Turpentine, chewing gum,
Stale cigarettes,
Musty cigarettes,
And everything's a mess
And all is in disarray
But I felt so content.
Yet I felt profoundly satisfied.
Laughs from the bar below
Giggles from the lower-level bar
Floated through the open window.
Drifted through the unsealed window.
A blue splattered radio
A radio with blue paint splatters
Played the songs I used to know.
Played the melodies I was familiar with.
On your lap,
Resting upon your thighs,
On your paint-stained jeans,
On your denim trousers stained with paint,
In your studio
Within your artistic workspace
On Gresham Street.
Located on Gresham Street.'
The things I wanted to change
The aspects I yearned to alter
So desperately
With great desperation
Had already
Had previously
Changed me.
Transformed my being.
But when you kissed me
Yet when you embraced me with a kiss
All the pain
All the suffering
Washed away from me.
Was cleansed and removed from my existence.
On your lap,
Resting upon your thighs,
(A blue splattered radio)
(A radio with blue paint splatters)
On your paint-stained jeans,
On your denim trousers stained with paint,
(Played the songs I used to know)
(Played the melodies I was familiar with)
In your studio
Within your artistic workspace
On Gresham Street.
Located on Gresham Street.'
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Amy Rose Esdale
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