Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song L’audace , by - Sims. Song from the album Field Notes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.09.2014
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
L’audace |
| Pick apart the order blind and the former stop |
| Pick apart the little lines and the borders drop |
| And that’s where I am traveling |
| To the edges like I’m Shackleton |
| Win hard, lose hard, but I don’t abandon ship |
| Throw the raft away |
| Let the roar take place |
| Understand that there is no safe |
| Just nets in the way trying to hold my shape |
| In my wake I want freedom, I want poetry, I want danger, I want sin |
| I’m a heretic, I am arrogant, I’m American, now let’s begin |
| In the core of the storm, when it rips up the floorboards |
| And it gets to your forlorn heart |
| Yeah we’re all war torn |
| But I go so lightly, lightly |
| And bottle that lightning that’s stored up inside me |
| To incite those like me |
| They’re looking for juice, I’m looking for pulp |
| They’re looking for a purpose, I’m looking for a pulse |
| Don’t gimme fiction, gimme fire, I won’t be pacified |
| You feel your chest drumming? |
| You feel them strings humming? |
| That’s blood. |
| Vibrate. |
| Vibrate |
| Have the miles tamed you? |
| I could change that |
| And we could argue about what constitutes insane |
| Who’s got the tooth and who is subdued but that is inane |
| We could run blame or we could be flame, I’ll leave it you |
| I’m taking the stairs, lames wait for the lift |
| I’m changing the shape, round off the square |
| Scared? |
| stand there and stare, or move |
| Throw em a rope, we’re leaving tonight |
| I cannot build in the sand |
| There are no lines |
| There are no maps |
| There is no plan |
| We might not make it but damn we’ll be gutty, and that’ll be something |
| I want freedom, I want poetry, I want danger, let’s get bloody |
| I’m bleaching the bones of each of these old ideas and ideals |
| And they’re welcome too but they’re busy cleaning the throne |
| For the same old same old, without backbone |
| I’m at the Sedlec catacombs thinking about permanence and ephemeral |
| Set it in let it go |
| I’m high concept and a few loose brush strokes |
| I’m light it up, I’m see what glows, and I’m fully woke |
| I dance like dice rolling |
| I’m out here tightroping |
| I leave that mic broken, your mind open, and that mold broke in two |
| Give me bold, give me brave, give me weak |
| Build it up, tear it down, take a piece |
| Make it loud, make it growl like a beast |
| I’m the fire in the belly |
| And it speaks like it’s wild |
| Like it’s now, like it’s free |
| Like it’s all that it is, like it’s me |
| Take the wind or the feet, take the win or defeat |
| Have the miles tamed you? |
| I can change that |