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Metamorphisis
42
Hip-Hop/Rap
Metamorphisis è stato pubblicato il 17 giugno 2008 da Dionysian Records come parte dell'album Think
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AlbumThink
Data di uscita17 giugno 2008
EtichettaDionysian Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM98

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. Kernaghan
B. Kernaghan
Songwriter
F. Leroux
F. Leroux
Songwriter

Testi

I’m breathing slow, leaving home,time for me to feed my soul
I want to be the seed that grows, and breaks a crack beneath the road
To each his own but at night where do these people go
Give me time to read this poem,time for me to reach a goal
I’m nineteen years old a poet and a city slacker
Ahead of my time cuz I know that nothing really matters
Life is cinematic in an unexpected format
I found the key to success it was left under the doormat
I sort back through open letters and bobbles and trinkets
Bottles and ribbons and lists of what I wanted for Christmas
I fell in love, but now I’m far from that princess
I tried to pull her back but all I got was a ripped dress
I think it’s best for us to rejoice in our past falls
Break through straight jackets and leave white rooms with scratched walls
Cuz why sleep when I could be twisting restless
And calling my ex-girl on lines long disconnected
Introspective, to the point I drive myself insane
Lose my ego, but then find myself in vain
This is for every man who isn’t all there
And willing to risk it all on a triple dog dare
Chorus
It goes…
1 to the open land, 2 to the lovers
3 with the broken hands, 4 for those above us
5 for the troubled youth, and 6 for the devils
7 for the unamused, and 8 for the rebels……
A hopeless romantic and a manic-depressive
Dance in my mind every moment like the past and the present
It’s a mix of emotions I still hold with a female
And being six listening to the ocean in a seashell
See…. I emerged on this earth
To shoot a smile and a verse then return to the dirt
For what it’s worth, I’m poet at heart
A long road … when you don’t know where to start
So give me a motel six and a greyhound bus
Some gas station stops and a steak house lunch
A few flings and a memory of playground love
And I’ll lay down dust over my days out done
Thinking, I’ve lived my life as an angel
A proverb, a scholar - a babe in a cradle
An artist, a dreamer, a laymen, a scapegoat
It’s strange though - cuz I’ve always been playing the same role
Metamorphosis!
Chorus
Written by: B. Kernaghan, F. Leroux
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