Scritti Politti

Brushed With Oil, Dusted With Powder

Scritti Politti


Brushed with oil, dusted with powder 
The day began to decline 
A broken door, hotel bedroom 
The sun cut through the blind (oh but I tell you) 

The officer asked "how did it start?" 
Oh shit, "you I wish I knew" I said 
"On Highbury Fields, the Westside Highway 
Or here in the Hollywood hills" 

In a black and white, to Orange County 
The sky was a beautiful blue 
A pack of lights 'n' some keys they found there 
They wondered how much I knew (oh but I tell you) 

The officer asked "how did it start?" 
Oh shit, "you I wish I knew" I said 
"On Highbury Fields, the Westside Highway 
Or here in the Hollywood hills" 

And yes, it's over 
And yes, oh the powerful have found me 
It was beautiful to see 
It was how I'm meant to be 
It was love, no matter what they say 
It's wonderful to be here 

Abraham, my father, had a girl he called his angel 
I made my excuses and I like the way it feels 

The officer asked "how did it start?" 
Oh shit, "you I wish I knew" I said 
"On Highbury Fields, the Westside Highway 
Or here in the Hollywood hills" 

And yes, it's over 
And yes, oh the powerful have found me 
It was beautiful to see 
It was how I'm meant to be 
It was love, no matter what they say 
It's wonderful to be here