Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call Me Ishmael, artist - Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. Album song The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 17.09.2006
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Call Me Ishmael |
It’s one of those times that I, |
Can’t seem to find the words or thoughts, |
These hazy eyes, the perfect partner to my weary mind, |
And it’s not been a matter of days |
In fact it’s felt like an age since i last sat down or, |
Saw a town that wasn’t linked by shores. |
And fatigues soon ignored, |
As your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor, |
These are the moments that we live for, |
The ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives |
They are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake. |
You are not your job, and you are not the clothes you wear, |
You are the words that leave your mouth so speak up, speak up loud, |
For none of us want to sit, |
In evaluations taking notes for hours, |
We’re all sick and tired of waiting, lets set sail. |
And fatigues soon ignored, |
As your feet hit the board, or the beat hits the floor, |
These are the moments that we live for, |
The ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives |
They are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake. |
Why do we look to the tide when, |
We find that our minds are getting stale, |
Why does it bag me this place on the waves, |
And are we looking for meaning, from demeaning, |
The soul destroying task, |
We do all the time on the shore. |
And as i picture you on the television, |
Talking all the seller hook past all the people walking, |
Its about then that I realise that your the same as me, |
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for, |
The thing that makes this grind worth surviving baby, |
I won’t wait long for one little moment, |
Where our dream’s to feel alive. |
And as i picture you on the television, |
Talking all the seller hook past all the people walking, |
Its about then that I realise that your the same as me, |
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for, |
The thing that makes this grind worth surviving baby, |
I won’t wait long for one little moment, |
Where our dream’s to feel alive |