Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Golden Sand, artist - The Republic Tigers. Album song Keep Color, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 18.02.2008
Record label: Chop Shop
Song language: English
Golden Sand |
Break ground |
Buckle down |
It’s time |
Yeah, it’s time for the party to make some sound |
Let’s move from this underground |
Shed some of this blacklight to surrounding towns |
How much responsibility do you bear |
For the ill uses others might make of your ideas? |
Almost as much responsibility that you’d bear |
If you failed to speak your mind |
When it might have made some kind of a difference |
So make a difference |
Could you make 'em dance |
Turn your bleeding hearts into some bleeding hands? |
Line up |
State your name, state your claims, claim your stakes |
If you wanna fight with us, you’ve got to refuse to please the game |
Look ahead now |
Oh, let the countdown usher |
The philanthropic minds to speak up now |
And scrape the paint that hides the crimes |
Of a silent kind |
Look up |
And make a difference |
But the right difference would mean |
The bleeding hearts would got to be turned into some |
Bleeding hands from solid lands |
Yeah, can you make 'em dance |
And keep an upright stance? |
Is the position that you hold |
One that could parallel |
A synergistically greater plan? |
Or would it force us all to be packed into a can? |
How much responsibility do you bear |
For the ill uses that the others might make of your ideas? |
Almost as much responsibility that you’d bear |
If you failed to speak your mind |
When it might have changed things |
Let’s move from this undergound |
Blare some of this blacklight |
Through their socket pride |
Where their eyes used to hide |
When they had sight |
Now only servin' as a path |
For us to maybe reach that height |
With a word |
To make a difference |
Come on, let’s make 'em dance |
Turn their bleeding hearts |
Into some bleeding hands over solid lands |
Now, can you make 'em dance |
And keep an upright stance? |
Or has the premise of your cause |
Been rooted in a slopin', quickly given golden sand? |
'Cause the collapse you’d cause would pull us down with claws that don’t let go |
Yeah, the collapse you’d cause could pull us down with claws that don’t let go |