I Can Tell
Sleaford Mods Lyrics


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I can tell
I can tell
I can tell

This barrel you've got me bent over
Was it pulled from your pork cellar?
In your lovely little house
I can tell
When taverns raise the glass for no one
No point trying to use your colon
I see it coming out your mouth

Monday streets
The wet and bus stops get done over
By the youthless clubs on shut down streets
The one-percenters know, I do
It's just as well
I could be twenty-five years older
Shuffling into paper slippers, I catch the 42 to hell

Noddy's streets ain't the same when you get older
No nutrition and the bold are figments eaten by the cold

It's just as well
I could be 25 years older
Shuffling into paper slippers, I catch the 42 to hell

I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart

I can tell
I can tell

You believe you be thinking that you got it
But you're para like the rest of us who squirm in bank transfers
Leytonstone or a village out near Stoke-on-Trent
We move in ways in we don't invent
I mean it's bitter all the time

Monday streets
The wet and bus stops get done over
By the youthless clubs on shut down streets
The one-percenters know, I do
It's just as well
I could be twenty-five years older
Shuffling into paper slippers, I catch the 42 to hell

I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart

I can tell
I can tell
I can tell
I can tell

Pulled apart and bust pulled apart and pushed
Pulled apart and bust pulled apart and pushed
Pulled apart and bust pulled apart

Got para then pissed bouncing off taxis trying to get sniff
I didn't get but I did
Complementary white wine slid down my lid
I got munched up hardcore
The train roared so did I
I was pie eyed

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sleaford Mods's "I Can Tell" describe the feeling of being trapped in a world that is stagnant and inhospitable. The song begins with the repeated chant of "I can tell," as if the singer is trying to convince someone, or perhaps themselves, of their own intuition. The singer references a "barrel" that they are "bent over," which seems to be a metaphor for their powerlessness and subjugation. They speculate that this barrel might have been "pulled" from a "pork cellar," emphasizing the degradation and dehumanization that they are experiencing.


The singer then refers to the "Monday streets," which are wet and abandoned. The only people around are the "youthless clubs" who seem to have nothing better to do than cause trouble. The one-percenters, those who have power and money, seem to understand the situation, but the singer is resigned to their own lack of influence. They imagine themselves shuffling into "paper slippers," taking the bus to "hell." The repetition of this phrase emphasizes the singer's despair and sense of hopelessness.


The song ends with the singer expressing a wish that everything "gets pulled apart and pushed," as if they believe that only by completely dismantling the current system can anything be changed. The use of the phrase "pulled apart and bust" in the final refrain suggests both destruction and liberation, as if the singer believes that only by breaking free from the barrel and the Monday streets can they find a way to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

I can tell
The singer asserts their awareness


I can tell
The singer again asserts their awareness


I can tell
The singer once more asserts their awareness


This barrel you've got me bent over
The artist feels helpless and trapped by another person's control


Was it pulled from your pork cellar?
The artist questions the origin and quality of the situation they are in


In your lovely little house
The singer is sarcastically pointing out the apparent nice surroundings in contrast to their own predicament


I can tell
The singer repeats their assertion of awareness


When taverns raise the glass for no one
The artist is commenting on the lack of purpose or reason behind certain actions


No point trying to use your colon
The artist suggests that the person they are addressing is not telling the truth


I see it coming out your mouth
The artist believes that the person they are addressing is saying something false


Monday streets
The singer is describing the start of the week


The wet and bus stops get done over
The artist is describing the effects of unsavory activities at bus stops


By the youthless clubs on shut down streets
The singer is attributing the destructive behavior to a lack of other activities for young people


The one-percenters know, I do
The singer claims to have knowledge about the wealthy


It's just as well
The singer is accepting of the situation


I could be twenty-five years older
The artist is acknowledging their own aging and mortality


Shuffling into paper slippers, I catch the 42 to hell
The artist is describing a depressing, mundane daily routine


Noddy's streets ain't the same when you get older
The singer is noting that childhood nostalgia fades with age


No nutrition and the bold are figments eaten by the cold
The singer is highlighting the lack of resources and presence of danger in certain areas


I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
The artist expresses a desire for change and upheaval


Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
The artist is emphasising the need for radical transformation


You believe you be thinking that you got it
The artist is accusing the person they are addressing of being misled about their own understanding


But you're para like the rest of us who squirm in bank transfers
The singer is describing feelings of paranoia and fear over something as everyday as financial transactions


Leytonstone or a village out near Stoke-on-Trent
The artist is mentioning two different places that serve to represent the same situation


We move in ways in we don't invent
The singer is suggesting that societal norms have a strong influence on our actions


I mean it's bitter all the time
The singer is emphasizing the constant negativity of their environment


Pulled apart and bust pulled apart and pushed
The singer again emphasizes the need for change and upheaval


Pulled apart and bust pulled apart and pushed
The artist repeats the same emphasis on radical transformation


Pulled apart and bust pulled apart
The artist further emphasizes the same need for change


Got para then pissed bouncing off taxis trying to get sniff
The singer is describing a wild and dangerous behavior


I didn't get but I did
The singer is acknowledging the consequences of their reckless actions


Complementary white wine slid down my lid
The artist is describing a tangible part of their wild behavior


I got munched up hardcore
The artist is describing the intensity of their wild behavior


The train roared so did I
The artist is linking their wild behavior with the sound of a train


I was pie eyed
The singer is describing a level of drunkenness




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson

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@TheWildhound

a track that never lose it`s power

I can tell
I can tell
I can tell
This barrel you've got me bent over
Was it pulled from your pork cellar?
In your lovely little house
I can tell
When taverns raise the glass for no one
No point trying to use your colon
I see it coming out your mouth
Monday streets
The wet and bus stops get done over
By the youthless clubs on shut down streets
The one-percenters know, I do
It's just as well
I could be twenty-five years older
Shuffling into paper slippers, I catch the 42 to hell
Noddy's streets ain't the same when you get older
No nutrition and the bold are figments eaten by the cold
It's just as well
I could be 25 years older
Shuffling into paper slippers, I catch the 42 to hell
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled…



@Xav911

I can tell
I can tell
I can tell

This barrel you've got me bent over
Was it pulled from your pork cellar
In your lovely little house
I can tell
When taverns raise the glass for no one
No point trying to use your colon
I see it coming out your mouth

Monday streets
The wet and bus stops get done over
By the youth less clubs on shut down streets
The 1 percenters know, I do
It's just as well
I could be 25 years older
Shuffling into paper slippers I catch the 42 to hell

Noddy's streets ain't the same when you get older
No nutrition and the bold are figments eaten by the cold

It's just as well
I could be 25 years older
Shuffling into paper slippers I catch the 42 to hell

I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart

I can tell
I can tell

You believe you be thinking that you got it
But you're para like the rest of us who squirm in bank transfers
Leytonstone or a village out near Stoke-on-Trent
We move in ways in we don't invent
I mean it's bitter all the time

Monday streets
The wet and bus stops get done over
By the youth less clubs on shut down streets
The 1 percenters know, I do
It's just as well
I could be 25 years older
Shuffling into paper slippers I catch the 42 to hell

I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart

I can tell
I can tell
I can tell
I can tell

Pulled apart and bust pulled apart and pushed
Pulled apart and bust pulled apart and pushed
Pulled apart and bust pulled apart

Got para then pissed bouncing off taxis trying to get sniff
I didn't get but I did
Complementary white wine slid down my lid
I got munched up hardcore
The train roared so did I
I was pie eyed



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At least you're not 25 years older and shuffling into paper slippers

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