Paroles de la chanson Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and To Be Loved) par Bright Eyes
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Paroles de la chanson Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and To Be Loved) par Bright Eyes
Here we go. Can I get a goddamn timpani roll?!
To start this goddamn song? Tonight!
Here's a goddamn song…
For all you goddamn people!
Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness
A baby cries hard in an apartment complex
As I pass in a car buried under the influence
The city's driving me out of my mind
I've seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
And lands in the grass, and weeps for his dignity
Next time, he will not aim so high
Yeah, next time, neither will I
Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list
While a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix
He knows there's worse things than being alone
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger
I mean, why wait around if it's just to surrender?
And ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure
I do not read the reviews
No, I am not singing for you
Yeah, next time, neither will I
Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list
While a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix
He knows there's worse things than being alone
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger
I mean, why wait around if it's just to surrender?
And ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure
I do not read the reviews
No, I am not singing for you
Well, I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help
With all these wishes I make I should buy something real
At least a telephone call home
Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory
All those multiple choices I answered so quickly
And got my grades back and forgot just as easily
But at least I got an "A"
And so I don't have them to blame
Well, I should stop pointing fingers, reserve my judgment
Of all those public action figures, the cowboy presidents
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
When they've made a mistake
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen
He knows he don't have to say it so it, it don't bother him
"Honesty", "accuracy" is just popular opinion
And the approval rating's high
And so someone's gonna die
Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment
We're still the pawns in their game
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
When they've made a mistake
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen
He knows he don't have to say it so it, it don't bother him
"Honesty", "accuracy" is just popular opinion
And the approval rating's high
And so someone's gonna die
Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment
We're still the pawns in their game
As they take eye for an eye until no one can see
We must stumble blindly forward, repeating history
Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan on that fast food marquee:
Red blooded, white skinned, oh, and the blues
Oh, and the blues, I got the blues! That's me!
That's me!
Well, I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes were all tangled
Weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital
And my father was there, in a chair by the window, staring so far away
I tried talking, just whispered, "So sorry, so selfish"
He stopped me and said, "Child, I love you regardless
We must stumble blindly forward, repeating history
Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan on that fast food marquee:
Red blooded, white skinned, oh, and the blues
Oh, and the blues, I got the blues! That's me!
That's me!
Well, I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes were all tangled
Weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital
And my father was there, in a chair by the window, staring so far away
I tried talking, just whispered, "So sorry, so selfish"
He stopped me and said, "Child, I love you regardless
And there's nothing you could do that would ever change this
I'm not angry, it happens
But you just can't do it again"
So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency
While a million objects pass through my periphery
Now I'm rubbing my eyes cause they're starting to bother me
I've been staring too long at the screen
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody
How grateful I was, then, to be part of the mystery
I'm not angry, it happens
But you just can't do it again"
So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency
While a million objects pass through my periphery
Now I'm rubbing my eyes cause they're starting to bother me
I've been staring too long at the screen
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody
How grateful I was, then, to be part of the mystery
To love and to be loved
Let's just hope that is enough
[Outro samples]
When I woke up this morning...
It sounded like it was getting closer and closer
Look at it, I can't feel it
I opened the doorway and huge stairway down to the ocean
...could see this huge isn't that weird?
I like to hang out with people...
...accepted it
Hi, Conor. It's Timmy... hoping that we were still gonna record that song tomorrow... called you over the weekend but...
...gravitational pull...
I'm not worried about it
Let's just hope that is enough
[Outro samples]
When I woke up this morning...
It sounded like it was getting closer and closer
Look at it, I can't feel it
I opened the doorway and huge stairway down to the ocean
...could see this huge isn't that weird?
I like to hang out with people...
...accepted it
Hi, Conor. It's Timmy... hoping that we were still gonna record that song tomorrow... called you over the weekend but...
...gravitational pull...
I'm not worried about it
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