Lyrics of Good Morning Song - IAM, Skyzoo

Good Morning Song (original)

Rien à faire ce matin ils passent mon son préféré
Je laisse dehors les klaxons, les insultes proférées
J’suis là en live dans l’habitacle et chante comme si j’y étais
Bon… la moitié en yaourt mais je te jure ça le fait
C’est ça l’effet aucun débat, aucun JT
Aucune envie de cogiter en matant les gens s’agiter
Comme si par magie les soucis d’il y a une heure disparaissaient
En chœur dès les premières notes elle prend ma tête et mon corps
La good morning song, c’est celle qui te fait sourire
Quand tu es en panne sous la pluie et que t’as plus de batterie
Que tu ne peux appeler personne car ton téléphone aussi
Quand t’es noir et que tu fais du stop, j’te garantis, tu pries
C’est ce cor qui résonne comme un lever de soleil
Qui te dit «croque ce jour comme un gâteau au miel»
Et qui sait, la chance pourrait s’y glisser, mais là ce que je veux
C’est kiffer encore quelques secondes ma good morning song
Elle peut sembler dépassée
Face à l’horloge du monde
Mais elle nous fait s’enlacer
La good morning song
Elle peut paraître effacée
Devant les besoins du monde
Mais elle dit «tout doit changer»
La good morning song
Know my mornings is circa 52 to 82
My sunday morning jazz hashtags made you play a few
Food for the soul, spin off the win, call it lazy Sue
The other six days following suit kept it relatable
What a scene, what a serene sound
To echo out the corners I be’s 'round
And sketch around the boarders and ease out
Same corners they told us keep down
We went on and reached out and vowed never speak 'bout
So speaking through Miles and speaking through «Trane and speaking through
Blakey
Is more than enough to be speaking through lately
I mean I kick it through them or they kick it through me
Cause shots sound like horn stabs in a similar key
And innocence be sounding like Ahmad Jamal on the 88's
Front row, saw it like I heard it and stayed awake
And blue and whites sound like drum solos where my crib is at
So win or lose, know what my mornings is filled with that
And good morning
Elle peut sembler dépassée
Face à l’horloge du monde
Mais elle nous fait s’enlacer
La good morning song
Elle peut paraître effacée
Devant les besoins du monde
Mais elle dit «tout doit changer»
La good morning song
Pourquoi faut-il toujours des drames pour comprendre ce qui est vrai?
Juste ou bon?
Regarder ce qui effraie?
L’effacer comme une tâche d’encre, le sourire n’est pas sur ebay
On ne peut pas l’acheter, on ne peut pas le vendre
Ecoute ma good morning song, cousin
Ce n’est pas une prière bête pour que le sort nous aide
Les amis, Dieu fait en sorte que les bons nous aiment
Elle souffle à nos oreilles des mots doux comme sur un bon lose ends
Et les jours où je ne reconnais plus le pays
Avec les yeux et les bouches pleines de nuages gris
Elle me dit «bienvenue, enfant élu de l’univers»
«Ne reste pas arrimé à Lilliput, sois Gulliver»
Dans le serpent de véhicules vers ma destination
Ils crient des mots haineux, je n’entends que ma chanson
Par l’aube illuminée les mains accrochées au volant
J’m’envoie ailleurs tout en laissant le bitume aux violents
Elle peut sembler dépassée
Face à l’horloge du monde
Mais elle nous fait s’enlacer
La good morning song
Elle peut paraître effacée
Devant les besoins du monde
Mais elle dit «tout doit changer»
La good morning song

(translation)

Nothing to do this morning they're playing my favorite track
I leave out the horns, the insults uttered
I'm there live in the cockpit and sing like I'm there
Well... half in yogurt but I swear it does
That's the effect no debate, no news
No desire to think while watching people fidget
As if by magic the worries of an hour ago disappeared
In chorus from the first notes she takes my head and my body
The good morning song is the one that makes you smile
When you're broken down in the rain and you're out of battery
That you can't call nobody cause your phone too
When you black and hitchhiking I guarantee you pray
It's that horn that sounds like a sunrise
Who says to you "bite this day like a honey cake"
And who knows, luck might creep in, but that's what I want
It's like a few more seconds my good morning song
She may seem outdated
Facing the world clock
But she makes us embrace
The good morning song
She may seem erased
Before the needs of the world
But she says "everything has to change"
The good morning song
Know my mornings is circa 52 to 82
My sunday morning jazz hashtags made you play a few
Food for the soul, spin off the win, call it lazy Sue
The other six days following suit kept it relatable
What a scene, what a serene sound
To echo out the corners I be's 'round
And sketch around the boarders and ease out
Same corners they told us keep down
We went on and reached out and vowed never speak 'bout
So speaking through Miles and speaking through “Trane and speaking through
Blakey
Is more than enough to be speaking through lately
I mean I kick it through them or they kick it through me
Cause shots sound like horn stabs in a similar key
And innocence be sounding like Ahmad Jamal on the 88's
Front row, saw it like I hear it and stayed awake
And blue and whites sound like drum solos where my crib is at
So win or lose, know what my mornings is filled with that
And good morning
She may seem outdated
Facing the world clock
But she makes us embrace
The good morning song
She may seem erased
Before the needs of the world
But she says "everything has to change"
The good morning song
Why does it always take drama to figure out what's real?
Fair or good?
Watch what scares?
Wipe it like an ink stain, the smile ain't on ebay
We can't buy it, we can't sell it
Listen to my good morning song, cousin
It's not a silly prayer for fate to help us
Friends, God makes the good ones love us
She whispers in our ears sweet words like on a good lose ends
And the days when I no longer recognize the country
With eyes and mouths full of gray clouds
She says "welcome, chosen child of the universe"
"Don't stay pegged to Lilliput, be Gulliver"
In the snake of vehicles to my destination
They're shouting hateful words, I only hear my song
By the illuminated dawn hands on the steering wheel
I send myself elsewhere while leaving the bitumen to the violent
She may seem outdated
Facing the world clock
But she makes us embrace
The good morning song
She may seem erased
Before the needs of the world
But she says "everything has to change"
The good morning song