Tonalité : Db major
Verse 1
Em
Have you prepared a speech?
F
Em
Is that it? Speak!
I haven't got a speech,
I didn't plan words,
I didn't even try to.
I just knew I had to get here,
to stand here,
and I knew I wanted you to listen.
To really listen, not just pull a face
like you're listening,
like you do the rest of the time.
A face like you're feeling
instead of processing.
You pull a face and poke it towards
the stage and we...
La -di -da, we sing and dance
and tumble around
and all you see up here
It's not people,
F
you don't see people up here,
Em
it's all fodder.
And the faker the fodder is,
the more you love it,
because fake fodder
is the only thing that works
anymore.
Fake fodder is all that we
can stomach.
Actually, not quite all.
Real pain, real viciousness,
that we can take.
Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole
and we'll laugh ourselves feral,
because we've earned the right.
We've done selling time
and he's slacking the scum,
so ha ha ha at him.
Because we're so out of our
minds with desperation,
we don't know any better.
All we know is fake fodder
and buying shit.
That's how we speak to each other,
How we express ourselves is buying shit
F
Fm
That's not even there, we buy shit
That's not even there
Show us something real and
free and beautiful
F
You couldn't, yeah?
It'd break us
We're too lump -free
Our minds would choke
If it's only so much wonder
we can bear
That's why when you find
any wonder whatsoever
You dole it out
Ooh, tiny cells and tiny screens
Fm
And bigger cells and bigger screens
F
Fm
F
And fuck you! I know you feel it
Rap is whack, so I'm back to spittin'
Middle -aged men never learn to fit in
I'm the one guy who
can name the sickness
Every other artist talk ass and licorice, yo
I know you feel it, that gnawing,
nagging, numbing
Blogging, tagging, thumbing,
buzzfeed
Em
Streaming, memeing, content coma
F
Everything is free, but I'm bored as shit
My malaise don't fit in the animated gif
I have feelings that can't be
expressed with kittens
Even the most freestyle now sounds written
All coalesce into four big kick drums
Em
F
Uh, uh, uh, big surprise
What's the new sound, yo? Lies
Look me in the screen
while I look you in the eyes kid
I'm the last naked voice you recognize
Em
I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the water
I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the water
I know you feel it,
F#
that runaway sigh is that greater good
F#m
That real thin line between
could and should
That nature's end, that Irish fold
That gods are men whose minds are full
Yo, I feel the heavy knock,
prefer when the levy breaks
F#
F#m
No more history, no mistakes
Your life is cake, but something is wrong
Gb
Gbm
Your artists failed to write that song
That illustrates this encrypted love
That we take to like swine to mud
That Icarus blood that shoots you up
And wears you out like fitted gloves
You shackled doves, you mired saints
F#
F#m
Embrace the canvas, erase the paint
F#
You know this road cannot end well
F#m
We'll burn in heaven, you choirs of hell
Em
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the water
Ay I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the water
Ay I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the water
Ay
Hey, I wanna get back into the,
I wanna get back into the,
we gotta get back into the water, hey
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