Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song the ballad of Noah, artist - K-OS. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
the ballad of Noah |
| I am conflicted |
| Traveling the path of the soul, so gifted |
| Still unable to break the mold, I lifted |
| The veil and still could not see |
| Insisted my existence began with me |
| Seems that I lost much, lost touch of reality |
| It cost much of the soul what a fallacy |
| This world is at times, I can’t escape |
| See myself with new eyes, now I’m trying to take |
| The first step on a path that I know is paved with much difficulty |
| So I think I must save myself from a world that is falling down |
| All around me |
| I hear the sounds of laughter calling after me, falling too fast |
| My close friends are asking me |
| Casting their glance at each other as they speak with outstretched hands |
| Like I might be a victim of circumstance |
| But I run |
| If you reach a dead end trail |
| Pray to god it’ll never fail |
| We’ve all walked in each other’s shoes |
| But everybody sings the blues |
| Under the sky cross the land with a horse |
| It felt like the sky and the land were divorced |
| The way wasn’t easy, a rock in the past |
| Said «what's the matter with you» and the rock just laughed |
| Carrying a load for the conscious untoiling |
| I went to the water and the water was boiling |
| The load was heavy and rocks filled my course |
| My horse drank the water and the water killed my horse |
| I tried to keep going, weak in the knee |
| A righteous wind blew and it was speaking to me |
| The way seemed harder since my horse been dead |
| I couldn’t understand everything the wind said |
| Looked up at the sky and seen something strange |
| Returned to my country and my country was up in flames |
| The trees were bleeding; |
| they said they couldn’t hide me |
| Where will I run to without my horse beside me? |
| Just like King Midas turned things to gold |
| I touched my soul and felt my warm blood turn cold |
| I was told we paint the picture we want to see |
| The dream, she’s the woman, I’m a machine |
| Jacqueline is my mother, but not Onassis |
| Wearing sunglasses taking me to pray on Sunday |
| Not one day, but three, we attended the church |
| Watched my father get up, grab the bible, and then work |
| The scripture, get the picture? |
| Preacher in my blood |
| And people in my hood, no threat of attack |
| Just a jean jacket and an Arcade quarter to numb the fact |
| From a peasy headed kid who was afraid to be black? |
| Imagine that type of ghetto, it still isn’t settled |
| I play sex pistols and listened to heavy metal |
| I ate lunch all by myself in a meadow |
| And healed every scar with wishing to be a star |
| Now it’s on, so tell me why I sing a sad song |
| Who’s the pawn, was I being fooled all along? |
| Not at all cause now I’m strong |
| Innocence deterred, was never gone, I feel it coming, the break of dawn |