Francis Bacon from Anagram by Harutosu
Tracklist
| 16. | Francis Bacon | 2:34 |
Lyrics
Mandem in the ash cloud, I’m driftin’ off the rail line
Acid on my tongue, I feel like Brixton turned to skyline
Trackies meltin’ on my thighs, boots from out the Midlands
My bredrin’s skin like pitch, I call him “Royal England”
Oi, you there?
Holloway or Finsbury?
Ghost mode — no trace
Pedal down, full pace — vroom-vroom
She recitin’ Baudelaire while I’m clutchin’ on her hips
I don’t need no German whip, I’m in a rusted Vauxhall drip
My crew smell like gasoline and fried-up fish & chips
CCTV see nothin’ — black paint on the tips
Still the Thames run dirty, and my lungs do too
Jumpin’ red lights like I’m born with nothin’ to lose
She said "You feel distant" — I said "Nah, I’m just bruised"
Then dove between her legs like I’m huntin’ for clues
07 on the plate, 20 quid in the tank
My boy OD’d in a flat above the Halifax bank
Told the reaper “One sec” — then I lit up the dank
Now I’m floatin’ through Soho like a ghost with a shank
Mandem in the ash cloud, I’m cuttin’ through the storm
Zoot fat like Camden dreams, laced with quiet scorn
No flags on me — just scars and a tattered uniform
My bro's dark as night bus glass — I call him London-born
Wheels spinning circles round these broken street rings
Southampton on the track, I see their faces, they don’t sing
But their eyes are full of smoke, hands deep in the debts
We grow up with no anchors, just limits in our sets
Under the hood like an alchemist, I mix the game
I’m like Francis Bacon — I find beauty in the flame
By Vauxhall Bridge, that’s where my don was raised
Now he’s cookin’ spice, laughin’ like he’s made for days
Rain’s like blood, like London whispers in my veins
“Everyone searched for light, but we found only stains”
She on me like I’m a ticket to salvation
But I’m long gone, one-way ticket, no hesitation
Mandem in the ash cloud, I’m cuttin’ through the storm
Zoot fat like Camden dreams, laced with quiet scorn
No flags on me — just scars and a tattered uniform
My bro's dark as night bus glass — I call him London-born








