Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Adventures of the Free, artist - BrainStorm. Album song Years and Seconds, in the genre Рок
Date of issue: 14.03.2010
Record label: Brainstorm
Song language: English
Adventures of the Free |
when he was a boy |
he played with his toys |
in the back of the bush |
where he once used to hide |
he rarely thought |
life would follow a plot |
to become what his parents |
would never find right |
dad at his age |
had his newspaper rage |
never leaving a page |
out of his sight |
mother was cooking |
always good looking |
taking her boy to church every sunday |
‘cos they wished for their boy all the best in the world |
luminous diamonds and sparkling gold, oh Lord |
they never forgot to take care of their hope |
good looking gardens and fashionable clothes, oh Lord |
as the boy got older |
took his mom by the shoulder |
and this is what he told her: |
«i see through your code» |
not long after dinner |
he felt as a winner |
packing his bag |
and hitting the road |
the parents were grieving |
the road it was weaving |
uphill to the east |
like a tale of a dog |
he didn’t look back |
at the past that was wack |
at least that was something that stuck in his mind |
‘cos he thought he knew better what is best in the world |
to fill up the sentence with his own words, for sure |
he never forgot to take care of his hope |
to play his own music with his own chords, for sure |
when he was tired and restless |
he couldn’t fall asleep |
he craved to sail the ocean |
others see too deep |
his foolishness is lazy |
and so is sanity |
he saw the world as endless |
adventures of the free |
so, he didn’t look back |
at the past that seemed wack |
as he got to the top of the hill he stopped |
took a deep breath and ran right before |
he jumped into freedom and tasted its glamour |
nights that made sick to his stomach |
«freeyourmind» sessions with hippies all summer |
he’s been behind bars in stripped pajamas |
sang hallelujah and hare rama |
he met the pope and dalailamaate with osama and ms. |
obama |
felt the cold in siberia and heat in bahamas |
the further he went the more he missed dad&mama |
missed dad&mama. |
passing the bush |
where he once used to hide |
he’s at the door |
about to step inside |
the house he has left |
many years ago |
now, the circle is done |
like it was his goal |
his foolishness was lazy |
and so was sanity |
he saw the world as endless |
adventures of the free |
the story is over |
but then it continues |
simply just like they sing in the blues |
if no one sends a letter |
you were not receiving |
you can’t go home |
if you were never leaving |