First Time We Met Musik (Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip)

I woke early one day after a restless night I watched the stars burst and fill the morning sky with light In my hazy daze I noticed something on my bedroom floor It was an envelope I don't think I had seen before I opened it with caution and in it did reside A map and a note that said "join me inside" I had nothing to do that day outside of my head So I decided to just follow and see where it led It led me to a door, grabbed the handle and used it Stood before me was the physical embodiment of music I could barely believe my eyes, she was a sepia goddess Every contour was perfection and her demeanour was modest Even armed with all this beauty she was in no way belittling I'd liken her body to the opening riff from Little Wing Her eyes burned deep with the passion of a nameless chain gang And lips smart with the vibe of Son of a Preacher Man She told me she had evolved over time We sauntered into her room room with just a bed and some wine We talked for hours about the things she's seen and done but not boasting We passed the Zinfandel, raised the glass and just toasting We had a meeting of minds, she breathed life in this old brain She was the milk in my Kahlúa, I was the Hartman to her Coltrane Showed me scars she had acquired each time a genius would depart Jimi Hendrix on her left hand, Johnny Cash on her heart Different fingers, Mingus, Davis and her leg scarred for Elvis Ray Charles on her eyelids, Jim Morrison on her pelvis Then she asked about me and my musical stylings All the things in life I found somewhat inspiring I paused, the wine making me feel quite cocky Feeling whatever I said she would take in, and not mock me I said I'm a wordsmith and artist, I'm deep like the TARDIS Every time I aim for something I'm gonna hit the target She joked: "Gangster rap?"; I said "No, but drop the 'g', You might start to get a better description of me." "Angster rap?" she said. "If it sticks you'll regret that, The most appalling moniker since the dawn of Dan le Sac." She was a sepia goddess, yeah, her demeanour was modest Her hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests Many before me had fallen at her feet and died But then I made a connection and she let me inside She was a sepia goddess, yeah, her demeanour was modest Hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests Many before me had fallen at her feet and died But then I made a connection and she let me inside I continue: "Some of these clothes are looking old just like my jaded character Who thinks like I'm abroad but sometimes I act like an amateur This hat's an old classic in the first stage of dilapidation It's a fair evaluation that it's making this equation a little Top-heavy, if you know what I mean 'Cause there's a fine line between a classic and a has-been." As I finished that sentence I noticed the sadness in her eyes This moved me, left my mind wondering why As we lay there she buried her head in my chest I wrapped my arms around her, stroked her with the sweetest caress I wanted to find the right line that could make her sad head lift Wanted a chance to breathe life back into music like redshift Said she'd grown sick and tired of the same shit I said if there was anything in the world I could do, she should name it She said sit in public places and quietly observe All of the speeches, mannerisms, every action and word When something inspires me to concentrate on that thing Get a pen and pad and then produce a vocal offering She said "bring the lost art of conversation back I'm sick to death of awkward silences and all that crap It's time to talk to one another, share your thoughts and facts Learn the more of it you give, the more you get right back" I looked her in the eyes and said I'd do what I could Then she held my head and kissed me but not like a lover would But then, it also wasn't like a close friend or relative Instead of exciting it was calming like a spiritual sedative And then we lay there until I woke in an empty room If I couldn't still smell her skin I'd be inclined to assume That I'd dreamt the whole thing, but I knew that I hadn't And I'd seen the perfect balance of beauty and talent After a moment of reflection I rose to my feet Opened the door with squinted eyes and stepped back into the street I kind of staggered home and got out a pen as she'd said I wrote down my inspiration and here's what it read: She was a sepia goddess, yeah, her demeanour was modest Hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests Many before me had fallen at her feet and died But that night I made a connection and she let me inside She was a sepia goddess, yeah, her demeanour was modest Hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests Many before me had fallen at her feet and died But that night I made a connection and she let me inside