Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer Rain, artist - Dan Bull. Album song The Garden, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.08.2014
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Summer Rain |
Open your little door |
Step out into the downpour |
Listen to the sound your |
Listen to the sound your soul makes |
As if it’s soulmates |
With the ground |
The rain falls down |
The ground |
The rain falls down |
To the floor |
The summer rain has come again |
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade |
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely |
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening |
There’s nobody else around |
Absence has a powerful sound |
Blades of grass are fine enough to make a scalpel proud |
Alka-seltzer sizzle drizzle pelts the ground |
I can’t help myself but shout aloud |
To tell the crowd |
That while they’re out, I’m out of bounds |
I could flee til my knees hurt |
Feel the breeze in my t-shirt |
But there’s so many aesthetically pleasing things here to see first |
Flowers bob, nod and rattle |
Under fat drops of rain as big as apples |
And the street steams like a kettle, singing |
Each bead a little a nettle, stinging |
My skin in a million different places |
Precipitation amidst the vegetation |
The British air is changing |
And sitting under parked cars there are kitties waiting |
Watching me pace by |
I stop and then say hi |
Could never sing, but I sang though; |
Dionysius |
Air rang with the tang of a mango; |
delicious |
Living in a fictitious middle English mangrove, that’s been kissed |
With the liquid sunshine that some find in Orlando |
I hang under the jungle canopy |
Catching an undiluted glimpse of clarity |
Refracting through the prism imprisoning my sanity |
For all the laws we’re living in anarchy |
Causing wars, it’s giving me anomy |
The rows of windows are frames inside a strange gallery |
Of apathy |
Inhabitants happily having tea |
Warm water colours reality |
Washes away the banality |
My hair is getting wetter |
The air is getting fresher |
Before the storm I’m sure I could barely bear the pressure out |
But it’s getting better now |
It was one of those horribly hot days |
The barometer’s ominous clock face |
Was something Hieronymus Bosch paints |
From Shropshire to Gloucester to Warwickshire |
Forests of conifers congregate like choristers |
And praise displays of flowers as a florist does |
Knowledge buds and blooms in the soil |
Olives crushed producing an oil |
To lubricate the mind |
Illuminate and shine |
A human ray of light |
Right through the rain tonight |
It just might quite save a life |