We play follow the leader Hoping to learn something we never knew They say ‘one, two, tree red light’ So we stop believing the green will come for you So you wait and we wait for the red too
Somehow disappear and we stand So paralyzed by these times That predict our greatest feels But deep inside you know you got to go,
You hear echoes of revolution lingering in the air This counts for more than just being alive More than step aside, wait For the greens i’ll take you there
So rise my friend, take my hand Let’s all go to this promised land. Pick up a pen, make your demands Tell’em how freedom can rein again Unchain your voices, sing a song
That will live on and on and on long after we’re gone Songs like lalalalalala lalalalala lalalalal lalalalala
I’ll sing you a song, powerful and fearless Twisted enough to draw silence down your throats And crack on your higher notes. I’ll sing you a song and teach you how to turn it around And build it back to the idea in which it came from.
These are manifestations of truth Translating trouble daydreams Into effortless dramas in The perfect night vision I’ll sing you a song that says Nothing about lullabies, full of horning labels
We look nothing but multiple choice We’ll sound nothing like pointless prepositions Put there for the propose of controlling you And waisting your heart and precious spending time
Im searching for words In a poem that won’t confuse you That will confirm elements of life that you already know I wanna give you a testimony that tells you That everybody gets there eventually Maybe not where you are, but Close enough for them to see the promised land
Im searching for words in a poem That won’t make you see higher or further Or make you think too differently from What you already thought was an epiphany, A path and all this inevitable and arguable truth, see?
We want magic and bouts of brilliants that last forever We wanna discover our demons, dress them in white Twist their souls in a peasant and turn them back to angels
We want drama and high speed, risk, We wanna live our days in a echo of adrenaline highs And testosterone trips, without the side effects of impedance and weakness
George bush, you want us to win the world Without the protests, the bad press and the death holes Thugs, you wanna fire your guns Without the risk of hitting an innocent bi-standard
We wanna survive without the test, the tricks, the false hopes And self-help books the pot, the rock and the hip-hop videos We wanna survive without the journals, and the diaries And the realilty tv shows, as if the shit in our lives ain’t real enough
Wallsteet, you want all your stocks arise Guys, you wanna pull out in just the right time, And ladies, you want to invest in that sure thing right?
You need him to exist somewhere « i think i found him but i know im still waiting to exhale, I want him to wake me up before The last dorm of the summertime.
Trust the ways, pass the motion of the rip tight Just so we can both see the sun rise In a ribbon, in a cloud in the sky The simple things, i want to make my father proud And my mother understand because i chose right this time You see, its quieter than sleep, and This is the stuff in life that can make you believe That just one turn west wound can fast forward
All your desires and dreams into this clear as day reality I know the world has never been that easy But consider the choice of slowing down To let the air stuck in this moment and run free
These are unchained voices, Singing you songs of familiar melodies. Teaching you how to heat that note above and beyond middle c Yeah, and you’re a baritone singing background vocals, Sounds for lalala’s and do- re’s put there For the filling of the blank beats and the melody created And the tag says ‘right now, yes you’
Showing you a simple way to see Through all of the colors of an unsolved rubik’s cube Reconfirming elements of light that you already know Sing me a song for the false starts, Flatt notes and brand new broken bridges And teach me how to turn it around And we will sing those songs and resuscitate the society To hard beats that justify humanity
Collectively, critically cross culturally A song that teaches us, that reminds us how How to just breath, just breath
Lalalalalala lalalalala lalalalal lalalalala Sounds like revolution! Lalalalalala lalalalala lalalalal lalalalalaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
