Blue On Blue - Dave Clarke：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Blue On Blue

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Dance

Blue On Blueは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2003年12月23日にSkint RecordsによりリリースされましたDevil's Advocate

曲の詳細

アルバムDevil's Advocate

リリース日2003年12月23日

レーベルSkint Records

LanguageEnglish

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM100

概要

歌詞

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dave Clarke

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dave Clarke

Composer

Jeffrey Haynes

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dave Clarke

Producer

歌詞

Now who want beats, rhymes and ammo?

Camo-floge to try to dodge the threat at large

Lieutenant, sarge who's in charge?

Bronx hit the entourage

Charge! Cease fire, but we're fighting for peace sire

Ironic, Smith hit the flank, I'm on it

Who want it? I'm hit!

Troy helped Smith, his brain's split

I do not care, it's too hot there

He's just bait, six shots filled in his chest plate

I refuse to tempt fate

Court martial bitch 'cause you're partial

Switch! Or we'll spark ya

Who shot Troy? Peterson sir

He shouldn't've fronted on his boy

I'm the real McCoy

And there's more friendly fire to inspire

Wimp liars, I'll cut your back and pull your teeth with pliers

Watch the trip wire

Body parts all over the set

Respond in the check if you're still in effect

Steven? Still livid

Hill? Still livid

Phillips? Still livid

Pierce? Still livid

Roberts? Roberts? Williams? Fuck!

I've seen death living in the war zone

Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome

Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone

Gotta stay alive to arrive home

I've seen death living in the war zone

Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome

Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone

Gotta stay alive to arrive home

Time to regroup these troops

Maybe we should just bomb back, it's combat

They don't want that type of contact

Radio on stat, shit, the jack's broke

Black smoke make him mad choke

You're revealing our position and pissing me off

Stifle your cough

They started walking away, now they're turning to spray

You motherfucker, hope you got a fucking sermon to say

Fucking clown, now in the ground is where we're certain to lay

Gun butt to Mav's head, hope that he caps lead

The rest of you expect to hear you cheering once Mav's dead

So far we got one usable Molotov

Load and let it rip

Sir Ed is hit, Phillips is getting sick

Fuck you, I'm about to spill up two

Do or die, who am I to look up to?

Every man for himself, raise up and aim for the dome

It's time to fight for your life to go home

I've seen death living in the war zone

Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome

Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone

Gotta stay alive to arrive home

I've seen death living in the war zone

Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome

Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone

Gotta stay alive to arrive home

Soon as I gave 'em reason, they rushed and started squeezing

I couldn't bear to observe, all I heard was screaming

Fuck the fucking president, that bitch is a demon

I wept at footsteps of the enemy creeping

Back against a rock with my gun cocked

Black tears 'cause my fears got mixed with sunblock

Fellas, please, respond if you're still able to breathe

'Cause all I seen was them bullets hit trees

Pierce? Hill? Phillips?

My God, wait, hold on

Wait, please, don't shoot me man

Hey please, hold on

Please don't kill me man, I just wanna go home

For those curious of life after death

It's neither bliss nor stress

It's a quest without bones or breath

If you're at peace with your passing it's an easy road

A dimension of woe for those who can't let go

I'm the latter, still haunted by the data

Of my dreams that shattered when my blood was spattered

I recall I had a chance to advance to

A college scholarship but I couldn't spit answers

Pops fed up, me and the military met up

I didn't want to go, it was something that he set up

I guess that's what family's for, your son slain in the war

Now I'm much easier to ignore

As I stare at my remains, brains

All over the terrain, guess decisions are left on this plane

Should I heart my pop or just pop

The general that got a shotgun on purpose or not?

Or maybe kill the president that sent us here in the first place

Wanted to make it home but I'm thrown into first base

To do a final act'll send me straight to hell

It's a sin not to accept that you've left your shell

I stood at the crossroads, my options before me

Another murder story that was pondered in purgatory

Then I felt so tempted by the natural flow

That I cleared my mind and let go

I've seen death living in the war zone

Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome

Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone

Gotta stay alive to arrive home

I've seen death living in the war zone

Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome

Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone

Gotta stay alive to arrive home

I've seen death living in the war zone

Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome

Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone

Gotta stay alive to arrive home

I've seen death living in the war zone

Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome

Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone

Gotta stay alive to arrive home

Written by: David Clarke, Jeffrey Haynes

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