Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Wings, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Road Tested: Live 2003-2005, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Broken Wings |
She’s a fairy with broken wings |
I used to watch her perform |
And if she hears me I hope she sings songs |
That had me going right back |
Couldn’t find anyone in town to talk |
Bout how no one like that |
Should be confined to the ground we walk |
She glides but just seems like she floats |
And these folks decide to crush her wings until they’re permanently broke |
She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke |
She cries but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope |
On the eastside hustling, discussing things that we quote |
In shallow conversation as if we have deep throats |
We chokin' on confusion |
Now show up as a heat stroke of we need coats |
Trading in our cheap jokes for her c notes |
I see notes being passed |
I ask to see what these creeps wrote |
Define silly kids and flying privileges revoked |
Ski slopes have been blocked off they can’t transit |
Had weights tied to her ankles she most definitely can’t skip |
Town, shes held down by the transcripts my hands grip |
Tried to tie her wings back on before they’re once again clipped |
Panic stricken, she’ll remain stuck |
On a Titantic sinkin', shes trying to stay up |
Change her plan thinkin' it’s OK |
See this is strange but |
Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves in a way that kept them chained up |
I’d like to see |
Her take flight into the stars |
Instead of letting her fly free they keep her in jars |
Instead of letting fly free they keep 'em in jars |
I put my hand to the glass so hard |
It might break the prison bars |
It isn’t hard to see why they keep her captive |
She’s naturally attractive |
Speaks with adlibs, shes uncommonly talented |
Ain’t enough adjectives to do her disposition justice |
Kids are wishin' for just a kiss and it’s a mission to touch her lipstick |
Can’t trust her with |
Freedom of movement that’s a chance to loose her quick |
If she ups and splits |
We might as well call that discussion quits |
If we’s to keep her down the government’s underlings |
Enslave people in this town especially if their culture’s rich |
Exploiting talents making it do a bunch of tricks |
With the rest of the wingless imports |
Repeatedly told you ain’t a fairy just a bitch |
Just a bitch, with a butt that’s thick |
So rub your tits, and thrust your hips |
And suck my dick, and run your shit, and run your shit, and run your shit |
Shes a fairy with broken wings |
I used to go watch her perform |
And if she hears me I hope she sings songs |
That had me going right back |
Couldn’t find anyone in town to talk |
Bout how no one like that |
Should be confined to the ground |
(Verse Two) |
When I was down in New York she’d send me letters |
And I read her passages about how I left her to the savages |
No matter how sad it is I didn’t cry |
Cause it was only a matter of time |
Before they figured me out and tried to strip my pride |
I knew the scoop |
Wish you could’ve seen the blueprints in my eye |
When I flew the coop |
Utilizing overground railroads in the sky |
It was live or die let me let you in on the secret of mine |
Me and you are different girl |
We don’t even need wings to fly |
We don’t need wings to fly |
Me and you… we don’t need wings to fly |
Keep on singing, give it a try, give it a try |
Just keep on singing, give it a try, give it a try (5x) |