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The official audio for The Streets – Turn The Page Subscribe for more content from The Streets: See more Official Music Videos from The Streets here: Follow The Streets: Instagram - Facebook - Twitter - Soundcloud - Website - The official YouTube channel of The Streets. Mike Skinner's recordings as the Streets marked the first attempt to add a degree of social commentary to Britain's party-hearty garage/2-step (and later grime) movement. Skinner was initially an outsider in the garage scene. Although his initial recordings appeared on Locked On, the premiere source for speed garage and 2-step from 1998 to the end of the millennium, he listened first to hip-hop, then house and jungle. The Streets biggest hits include “Blinded By The Lights”, “Dry Your Eyes”, “Don’t Mug Yourself”, “Fit But You Know It”, “Let’s Push Things Forward” and “Has It Come To This”. The iconic Streets catalogue also includes the albums “Original Pirate Material”, “A Grand Don’t Come For Free”, “The Hardest Way to Make an Easy Living”, “Everything Is Borrowed” and “Computers and Blues”. Subscribe to The Streets channel for all the best and latest official music videos, official audio, albums, behind the scenes and live performances. #TheStreets #TurnThePage #OriginalPirateMaterial Lyrics: 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, cracks and smoulders 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 the 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 as my metaphor and simile Get all applications in to me before the deadline Cause it's a fine line between strifeful crimes 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 this place you'll see me Brace yourself, 'cause this goes deep I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me, my apprentice Be brave, clench fists
