Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Some Crap About the Future, artist - Electric President. Album song S / T, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 12.01.2006
Record label: Bear Machine
Song language: English
Some Crap About the Future |
You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge |
You get your grip and peer down over the edge |
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate |
You’re not a part of it; |
you’re broken now, like us |
I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders |
And cross sidewalks with an earful of white noise |
You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night |
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles |
You count the stars reflecting in the windows |
And then you realize just how minimal you are |
I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city |
And I silently wish I was on one |
You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass |
You reach inside and tear out all your cables |
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers |
You have no body — just a cage to hold your parts |
I have no answers; |
I’m rambling |
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong |
You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise |
Its burning fingers rummage through your insides |
And for a moment you feel like you’re alive |
And then it’s gone, so you get up |
Up, up, up, baby, there’s blood on the sidewalks of this town |
They’ve got, they’ve got us, they’ve got us on the ropes |
But we don’t have to take it lying down anymore |
Our hands aren’t tied now |
Down, down, baby, down in the in the center of this town |
They’ve got, they’ve got 'em, they’ve got 'em buried deep |
Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past |
Oh no, no |
We’ll leave on the evening train |
It won’t be long, but it feels that way |
But home never meant very much to us anyway |
So we convince ourselves that we’re better off gone |
And maybe we’re right |
(Da-da-da-dum, ba bum) |
(Da-da-da-dum, ba bum) |
And we collapse on a road |
On an old dirt road where the sun |
Doesn’t look like such a waste |
And we fall asleep under leaves |
Of a couple of the nearby trees |
And we never wake again |
Never again |
No, never again |
No, never again |