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Superficially, this song is about the death of the famous chef Antonio Carluccio, Londons “godfather of Italian Gastronomy,” who died in 2017. Loyle developed an admiration for the chef and is deeply saddened by his passing.
Furthermore, the loss of Carluccio signifies the loss of another role mode...
[Intro:]
Can I get the beat up a little bit?
[Verse 1:]
Don't leave
Please
I reckon that you're everything I need
Uh, I know I'm getting grumpy in the week
Sleeping in each other's pockets living up each other's sleeves
It's the greed
I know you hate that money plants the seed
I hate the thought you don't believe me
Reckon that I couldn't take the lead just become another one who milks the sun until it bleeds
Yo I think about my best days
With you at home marking essays
Pouring glasses of Sparkling Pressés
We raise a toast then another toast
Making a roast thinking I can hold you close when the best strays
[Chorus: Loyle Carner and Antonio Carluccio]
But if it's lost I wonder who's to know
I pay the cost of all this to and fro
It's like a frostbite blue with snow
The day we lost Carluccio
And erm, it's been a struggle sometimes
[Verse 2:]
Uh, the thought makes me cry and I'm embarrassed
Thinking 'bout the nights out in Paris
Evening, swimming in the deep end
Wishing I'm a savage
Saying she ain't believing in marriage but times change
Now it's all a house out in Italy
Ceremony Sicily
The dreams so bittersweet
Uh, 'cause when I close my eyes all I see is she
Shit, I'm hoping she can picture me
Or maybe picture kids with a Frisbee
It's bed tennis, yo I'm keeping 'em with me
I think it's risky
I reckon that she missed me
We go together like the Nike Airs and crisp tees
[Chorus:]
But if we don't I wonder who's to know
Paying the cost of all this to and fro
It's like a frostbite blue with snow
The way we lost Carluccio
Check
Uh, uh the way we lost Carluccio
I said
The way we lost Carluccio
Uh
The way we lost Carluccio
On the day that we lost Carluccio
The way we lost Carluccio
[Outro:]
You'll never be the worst to the first
Or better than the last
The less we asked to start our own little past
I ain't thinking that fast
I ain't thinking that fast
'Cause when the honeymoon blast and the daylights passed
We raise a glass to the past sitting back on our arse
And we laugh yeah
And we love
Carluccio was written by Loyle Carner.
Carluccio was produced by kwes..
Loyle Carner released Carluccio on Fri Apr 19 2019.
Antonio Carluccio (19th April 1937 – 8th November 2017) is one of my heroes. At a time when my stepbrother passed away and my dad had left, I was devoid of male role models. I was looking everywhere and found myself watching gangster films like “The Godfather”. They had these Italian guys with good...