Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lovely Thing Suite: Theories, artist - Watsky. Album song x Infinity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.08.2016
Record label: Steel Wool Entertainment
Song language: English
Lovely Thing Suite: Theories |
Arthur stepped off, yeah he stepped offa the chair |
Couldn’t weigh a hundred forty pounds |
And the rope snapped, yeah, the rope snapped |
And then Arthur found himself looking up from the ground |
Looking up, looking up, found things looking up |
Looking up, looking not so down, no not so down |
No knots don’t have to stay that way |
No, not so tightly wound |
What a lovely thing it is to fail |
To release those grasping fingernails |
Arthur thought the end was near |
Then Arthur played for fifty years |
And then my father walked down 8th and 57th street to |
Carnegie Hall, yeah it was Carnegie Hall |
The show was past sold out for weeks |
But they said «if you don’t mind, if you don’t mind sitting on stage |
Sometimes we release a couple seats» |
Twenty feet, twenty feet, yeah my dad’s twenty three |
Twenty feet from the hands on the keys |
Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man with the hands that almost didn’t exist |
That almost didn’t exist to see |
Back in '97 when Dad was my chauffeur |
He’d play radio and I’d try to guess the composer |
Chopin sprinkled over the hum of the motor |
When I was young never I’d doubt my composure |
Everything’s kosher, man I was so sure |
I’d say that I’m good (I'm good) |
Don’t want no adulthood |
I never understood |
Couldn’t get how anyone would ever want to end to their life |
Until the day that I could |
I’ve heard it said we’re alone in the ether |
That we’re the only intelligent creatures |
So you don’t need to adjust your receivers |
If they were out there they’d be texting us, hitting our beepers |
Invading us on some alien Julius Caesar |
Or begging «take me to your leader» |
But I got a theory it’s neither |
That there’s a billion brilliant alien planets at leisure |
Smoking alien reefer |
The evolution of the mind’s not the hunger to conquer |
Or to want or to seek or to wander |
Or even wonder, but to simply to be |
Until we cease to be any longer |
There’s nothing wrong with heavy eyelids |
I hope you enjoyed my twenties as much as I did |
You’ll never know how much that all of you provided |
And I’m gonna try to do the same for my k- |