Málo kapel si v druhé polovině devadesátých let vydobylo takové uznání kritiky a posluchačskou oblibu hraničící se zbožňováním, jako právě britské trio Morcheeba.

Píseň: Small Town

Interpret:
Morcheeba
Album:
Who Can You Trust ?
You feel frozen
But you've been chosen
You lay there drunken
Your dreams seem sunken


Your world's a small one
And you break the rules
You're one big fish
In a bowl of fools


Tired of serving up your town
Tired of wearing that crown
Tired of sliding up and down
Tired of being you


Your work's no future
Your girl don't suit you
Your bar won't serve you
You have no nerve to


Make a break
From this sad old school
Across the lake
Lies a place that's cool


Run, you got a place to go
Run, you got a boat to row
Run, you got a face to show
Run while you can


The high street's sleeping
As Friday's creeping
The shops are open
But their minds are closed


How's it going?
But it's not their concern
They're talking stuff about you
That you never learn


Smile, you're on your own
Smile, 'cause you've outgrown
Smile, you lost your home
Smile to yourself