Turn the Page
The Streets Lyrics


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That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away
'Cause there's sense in what I say
I'm forty-fifth generation Roman
But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen
It's fitting, I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half
My crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard verses
You rain down curses but I'm waving your hearses driving by
Streets riding high with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down
The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Then a figure emerges from the wastage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching his sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white, it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears, in the light after six dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, crackles and smolders
Five years older and wiser
The fires are burning, on fire, never tire
Slay warriors in the forests, and on higher we sing
Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing
A new baby's born everyday, few men may be scorned today
But look at things the other way cause it may well be your final day
And then crowds roar, they slay, they all say
I produced this using only my bare wit
Give me a jungle, a garage beat, and admit defeat
Use war and past injuries, my metaphor is simile
Get all applications in to me before the deadline
'Cause it's a fine line between strife full time and a life of crime
But you will reach the day
And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it
I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter, to their wives and daughters
Once more before the Lord judges over all of us
It's in the is place you'll see me
Brace yourself cause this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets to sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words




Stand by me, my apprentice
Be brave, clench fists

Overall Meaning

The Streets's song Turn the Page is a complex and lyrically rich exploration of themes that range from Roman ancestry to the struggles of everyday life. The opening line of the song "That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away" is a powerful metaphorical statement about the need to move on from the past and embrace the present. The lyrics then go on to explore the artist's Roman heritage and how it informs his perspective on life. He states that he is forty-fifth generation Roman but doesn't know or care about his ancestors. This line can be interpreted as a commentary on the limitations of ancestry and the importance of living in the present moment.


The song then moves on to a critique of the music industry and the commercialization of art. The artist raps, "Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half / My crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard verses." This line can be interpreted as a critique of the shallow and commercial nature of much of the popular music industry. The artist implies that real artists don't need a media platform to succeed, and that true art speaks for itself.


The final section of the song expands into a broader reflection on life and death, with the artist referencing everything from war and past injuries to gladiators meeting their maker in the afterlife. The song concludes with a call to action, urging listeners to be brave and clench their fists in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away
Leave your past behind and move forward to a new beginning.


'Cause there's sense in what I say
What I said makes sense and you should listen.


I'm forty-fifth generation Roman
My lineage goes back 45 generations to the Roman era.


But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting
But I don't know my ancestors nor do I care when I'm performing.


So return to your sitting position and listen
Sit back, relax, and listen to what I have to say.


It's fitting, I'm miles ahead and they chase me
It's appropriate, I'm far ahead of my competition and they're trying to catch up.


Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half
If you try to perform on TV, you won't be able to keep up with me.


My crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard verses
My group is laughing at your weak and childish lyrics.


You rain down curses but I'm waving your hearses driving by
You curse at me, but I'm the one who will eventually bring about your downfall.


Streets riding high with the beats in the sky
My music is soaring high with powerful beats.


All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down
Everyone is in shock with their eyes wide open, as a garage burns down.


The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways
The fire burned for forty days in numerous ways.


But through the blaze they see it fade
But amidst the fire, they see it gradually fade away.


The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
The black smoke surrounds them, while the scorching heat warms their faces.


Then a figure emerges from the wastage
A figure emerges from the massive destruction.


Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
Everyone is fixated on his intense stare.


One hand clutching his sword raised to the sky
He raises his sword high up to the sky with one hand.


They wonder how, they wonder why
They are bewildered by how and why he is there.


The sky turns white, it all becomes clear
Suddenly, the sky turns white, and everything becomes crystal clear.


They felt lifted from their fears
They all felt relieved and liberated from their fears.


They shed tears, in the light after six dark years
They cry in joy in the light after six years of darkness.


Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, crackles and smolders
Young, brave soldiers fight fiercely as the fire burns and crackles around them.


Five years older and wiser
After five years of war, they are older and more experienced.


The fires are burning, on fire, never tire
The battlefield is ablaze, the passion never fades.


Slay warriors in the forests, and on higher we sing
They are victorious, slaying their enemies and celebrating their triumph on the highest ground.


Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring
The sound of triumphant strings rises as the war ends and bells chime joyfully.


Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving
Memories grow faint, but the warriors look as if they are celebrating and raving like old men.


The hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing
A foggy haze descends over the bullring while birds sing lazily in the background.


A new baby's born everyday, few men may be scorned today
Every day, a new baby is born, but few men may be ridiculed or criticized today.


But look at things the other way cause it may well be your final day
However, try to view things differently, or it might be the last day of your life.


And then crowds roar, they slay, they all say
Then the crowd cheers loudly as they conquer and proclaim victory.


I produced this using only my bare wit
I created this music only with my cleverness and creativity.


Give me a jungle, a garage beat, and admit defeat
Give me a challenge, a tough beat, and acknowledge my success.


Use war and past injuries, my metaphor is simile
I use war and past injuries, my metaphors are similes.


Get all applications in to me before the deadline
Submit your entries to me before the cutoff date.


'Cause it's a fine line between strife full time and a life of crime
Because it's easy to fall in between a life of constant struggle and a life of crime.


But you will reach the day
You will one day achieve your goals.


And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it
My success is all mine, whether you accept it or not.


I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
I perform passionately and reveal my best tricks like Jimi Hendrix.


In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
In the afterlife, gladiators face their fate.


Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
Drift through the fields of wheat and the blue water lakes.


To the next life from the fortress
To the next life, departing from the strongholds.


Away from the knives and slaughter, to their wives and daughters
Away from violence and bloodshed, to their wives and daughters.


Once more before the Lord judges over all of us
One final time before God judges us all.


It's in the is place you'll see me
This is where you'll find me.


Brace yourself cause this goes deep
Prepare yourself because this is profound.


I'll show you the secrets to sky and the birds
I will reveal the mysteries of the sky and the birds.


Actions speak louder than words
Deeds are more powerful than words.


Stand by me, my apprentice
Support me, my disciple.


Be brave, clench fists
Be courageous, clench your fists.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MICHAEL GEOFFREY SKINNER

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@BipolarBear107

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away
'Cause there's sense in what I say
I'm forty-fifth generation Roman
But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen
It's fitting, I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half
My crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard verses
You rain down curses but I'm waving your hearses driving by
Streets riding high with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down
The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Then a figure emerges from the wastage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching his sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white, it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears, in the light after six dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, crackles and smolders
Five years older and wiser
The fires are burning, on fire, never tire
Slay warriors in the forests, and on higher we sing
Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing
A new baby's born everyday, few men may be scorned today
But look at things the other way cause it may well be your final day
And then crowds roar, they slay, they all say
I produced this using only my bare wit
Give me a jungle, a garage beat, and admit defeat
Use war and past injuries, my metaphor is simile
Get all applications in to me before the deadline
'Cause it's a fine line between strife full time and a life of crime
But you will reach the day
And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it
I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter, to their wives and daughters
Once more before the Lord judges over all of us
It's in the is place you'll see me
Brace yourself cause this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets to sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me, my apprentice
Be brave, clench fists



All comments from YouTube:

@Saj170673

Tell you a story .... pops went into hospital with serious health issues a few months back . I knew what I had to do and that was to stay in hospital with him each night and try and bring him back . 5 nights in a hospital , in a ward full of very sick people . Each morning driving back exhausted listening to this . Kept me going during a very intense period , that's the power of music . Hats of Streets and respect. Dads on the mend . Peace out x

@itsMagicfromthe

Respect , strength and blessings to you and the family ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ .

@facekickr

That's great! Hats off to you and your pops!

@davedunbar9323

Namaste! Hope pops gets better.

@notmyrealpseudonym6702

Hope you and your family are doing well.

@eleanorrolph476

bless you petal similar experience but I left my dad coz it was miles away and I regret this massively as he passed two days after big love to the ones we've lost peace and love xxxxx

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@diegosanchez1203

A 17 year old composed this in his bedroom, never forget this. Genius.

@RFRadioUK

One of the greatest intro's to a epic album

@mrstamp5121

Amen

@stephenchapman2332

The most underrated album of the "noughties" still as fresh n relevant as when it was released, anyone in there late 30s n over can remember n relate to the music n lyrics !!! When ' PILLS ' really where ' PILLS ' GREAT TIMES

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