Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: EyedeaНазвание : Soundtrack Of A RomanceДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rhymesayers underground hip-hop rap hip hop hip-hop rhymesayers underground hip-hop rap hip hop Видео:
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I could vividly recall my mood the day that art was murdered The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird Everything you knew was sideways and phallic The highways traffic added to Friday`s madness The warm wrinkled skin loosely hung of earnest cheekbones Below eyes designed to bury the wolf under a sheep`s clothes Some peoples sang, a few begged for change A young girl skipped a long with her hand glued to a candy cane I, however, walked with my back to it as usual Wanted to turn this dark comedy into a musical I`m used to reflecting the sorrow the world reflects at me We`re forever intertwined as the anxious and angry The gloom moves into oxygen, consumed to keep me lost within A mushroom cloud of toxins deposited to leave the prophets doomed There I sat on a lead infested picnic table Waiting to be born, carefully evading mating season`s evil horns I keep performing for the poets and philosophers But they don`t know I was insane before and became popular I lose something every time I leave my house Trying to gain something by running my mouth My conscience don`t hold a grudge against my impulse Honesty should be the best policy but it`s not that simple Have you ever had the sky inject a cloud into your lymph nodes So all you see is how she gazes through a frameless window? Everyday I have a new argument with myself Wonder how I got this far up the ladder But by now I should have failed Can`t go to heaven, never learned how to pray Oh well, Rather be in a place with less people anyway Somewhere between a snare and the extra-tire hogwash I got caught in a motion of a sex-inspired god talk My long-lost lover left me to date a real artist Ain`t it strange how the whole story can be told through a guitar rift I`m a pretentious vendor of invention A sentimented way of staying the center of attention Take my advice and never take my advice I haven`t left my own head long enough to really know about life But I dug dirt out of the ground and found Plato`s time capsule Inside was a note that said, "sorry I lied" Part of my pride was dead the second that you talked to me And I knew that no matter what lied ahead you wouldn`t walk with me So alone I traveled Clown shoes through dirty speed infested tourist colonies Tricking revolutionaries into thinking my records A new age life-insurance policy Then I`m off And before they get the chance to give me a dirty look Their money`s spent at Borders on a brand new Christian Amerdy book A sturdy hook deserves a better catch phrase But I`m only still here because they can`t detect Neurotic tendencies with x-rays It was a perfect day to sit and watch the wind Cause the recognition of my insanity Made me want to be hip-hop again I make music to ride to, to cry to, to die to, Times two, and finally realize you`re alive to I make music to vibe to, to close your eyes to Break your mind from each vault that sits inside you I make music for survival, to find you To hide from the landscape humanity went blind to I make music to rhyme to, to waste time to To die to, to realize I`m alive to | Похожие исполнители:
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