“Rundown” is an evocative song, including segments of spoken word in an almost eerie cadence over heavy instrumental and chorus repeats.
This song speaks to me of a broken neighborhood, or city, wherein the same mistakes are made over and over again. It’s entirely possible this could be in referenc...
We're always somewhere in-between
I've never seen you look so rundown
You're down, down, down
You're rundown, rundown, rundown
This is my home
This is my street
The same thing happened
This time last week
This is my home
This is my street
We'll do it all again
This time next week
You stick around for second best
I'm not reliable
I'm down, down, down
I'm rundown, rundown, rundown
This is my home
This is my street
The same thing happened
This time last week
This is my home
This is my street
We'll do it all again
This time next week
It's a far-cry from what you know
But what do you know
You listen, you learn, you hope to grow
Regrets, regrets
Big holes of emptiness
Another outburst you're soon to forget
People, people, what's new
So bad, so bleak, and so blue
I'd take it lying up if I didn't agree with you
We're at breaking point so
Go [?]
If you do end up breaking
They'll find a way to put you back together
This is my home
This is my street
The same thing happened
This time last week
This is my home
This is my street
We'll do it all again
This time next week
[x2]
Rundown was written by Alan Pownall.