Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whoops, artist - Blues Traveler. Album song Save His Soul, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
Whoops |
Have you ever seen an atom? |
Little bits of everything floating by |
Take a good look at them |
Collectively they compose all you see including your eye |
Brilliant puzzle |
A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve |
But we’re just monkeys |
Scratching our heads trying to open our ears |
To a chord that just don’t seem to resolve |
And we call it wisdom |
Yes, intellect in a truest sense of the word |
You see for us security means a harmony |
According to only what we have heard |
And this along and nothing less |
Will ease our heart and our mind |
In the hope that in feeling free we’ll reach paradise |
On that hilltop we’re still trying to find |
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem |
That paradise was once the world and it wasn’t just a dream |
The earth was our heaven and we did not know there were rules for us to break |
And maybe now we’ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make |
Whoops |
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In this corner |
Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable |
Life and all that surrounds it |
And in this corner |
Weighing in at well, not really much of anything |
A very sound and user friendly idea |
On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed |
Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting |
Take a look at the horizon |
Quiet and still |
You know there used to be bison |
Gentlemen you may fire at will |
They say this land won’t go to waste |
But you gotta wonder how |
You know we’re chopping down the air we breathe |
As fodder for the cow |
That’s right so we can eat well |
Yes and starve to death |
And say there’s nothing we can do |
Because we really don’t want to do a goddamn thing |
Look I’m shrugging and so are you |
We can imagine the straightest of lines |
But our fingers can’t control the pen |
And it’s this frustration that yields relief |
As we say we’re just mortal men |
And that means we get to torture a chimpanzee |
And infect him with disease |
Because he screams just like a human child |
While we study his desperate pleas |
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem |
That paradise was once the world and it wasn’t just a dream |
The earth was our heaven and we did not know there were rules for us to break |
And maybe now we’ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make |
Whoops |
Whoops |
While we’re on the subject you know my conscience hurts |
And it will not go away |
So please concoct me some pill I can take |
While I think of something clever to say |
So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass |
And find no need to cringe |
And forget that sinking feeling, I’m a dinosaur |
Out on his drunken last binge |
From fossil to fossil |
Dust to dust |
I’ll see you all in the earthy crust |
Whoops |
Whoops |