" Entertain my faith "

 

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time
to the good ol' days
When our momma sang
us to sleep but now we're stressed out
We're stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was
young
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it

Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell
one
It'd be to my brother, cause we have the same nose
same clothes, home grown
the stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and tree house homes, we all would take
the latter

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time
to the good ol' days
When our momma sang
us to sleep but now we're stressed out

Used to play pretend, give each other different names
we would build a rocket ship
and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at
our face saying
"wake up, you need to make money", yeah
Used to play pretend, give each other different names
we would build a rocket ship
and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at
our face saying
"wake up, you need to make money", yeah

Wish we could turn back time
to the good ol' days
When our momma sang
us to sleep but now we're stressed out

We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money
Used to play pretend, give each other different names
we would build a rocket ship
and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at
our face saying
"wake up you need to make money" yeah


Ce soir je pense à notre dernier pacte "Celle qui perd son scorpion ne l'est pas réellement". Alors ce matin, j'ai décalé mon réveil pour profiter de mes draps, me suis levée et suis allée en pyjama vider mon portefeuille à la boulangerie, ai dit merde à mon programme ennuyant et me suis transformée en véritable machine pour aller travailler en sous-effectif. J'ai dépassé les limites de mon esprit comme celles de mon corps, ai refusé ma pause, si bien que j'ai gagné une éloge en fin de service et une bière supplémentaire. Alors il est tard et il ne me reste déjà plus que six heures de sommeil mais je suis scorpion alors peu importe, ce que je veux devient accessible. Résultat ce soir j'ai décidé d'avoir une vie, et une nouvelle tant qu'à faire -on se lasse si vite- et bim! B-rabbit se met au rap, pourquoi pas. Et je fume à nouveau, puisque j'en ai envie. Ma santé m’empêche ces derniers temps de pouvoir câliner ma guitare, en quel honneur? Il suffit de souffrir un peu -beaucoup- et on y arrive presque, suffisamment. Bien j'imagine qu'il sort lui aussi de ses tartines, et s'il ne me répond pas et bien non, dans quelle monde, à quelle heure? Ben 48, c'est évident. Il va répondre, une petite araignée du soir me l'a soufflé -nouvelle amie improbable-.

Every time that I look in the mirror.
All these lines on my face getting clearer.
The past is gone.
It went by, like dusk to dawn.
Isn't that the way.
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay.
Yeah I know, nobody knows,
Where it comes and where it goes.
I know it's everybody's sin.
You got to lose to know, how to win.
Half my life's in books' written pages.
Live and learn from fools and from sages.
You know it's true.
All the things come back to you,

Sing with me, sing for the years.
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears.
Sing with me, if it's just for today.
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away.

Dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true.
And dream until your dream comes true.

Sur le chemin du retour - il y a quelques minutes-, un nouveau graffiti apparut en ce doux jour, "Le printemps sera fleuri." signé Prisme. Prenant cela pour un signe de plus, mon sourire s'élargit et quelques mètres plus loin, à mes pieds une fleur de papier, sur une des petales, un petit triangle et ce surnom à nouveau, "prisme". Bien sûr, directement ramassée et collée parmi mes grigris. 

 Alors s'il répond -et il va répondre-, puisqu'il n'y a pas de hasard, puisque j'ai compris, parce que la vie se doit d'être magique et puis rien que pour la beauté de l'histoire. Je suis maintenant prête à vivre, réellement, peut-être pour la première fois. Dit moi oui, petit capricorne et je serai ta licorne, on construira une putain de fusée et on partira où bon te semble. Peu importe l'issue, que tu deviennes mon partenaire ou simplement le plus sexy de mes complices. Soyons fous à nouveau. Encore & encore. Alors, dit-moi oui et je prends le premier vol pour Lyon. Soit dingue, soit toi et qui sait, peut-être que je ramènerai mes chats sous ton soleil. 

I'm taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty
I bet a lot of me was lost
'T's uncrossed and 'I's undotted,
I fought it a lot and it seems a lot like flesh is all I got,
Not anymore
Flesh out the door,
Swat!
I must've forgot, you can't trust me
I'm open a moment and close when you show it,
Before you know it I'm lost at sea,
And now that I write and think about it,
And the story unfolds,
You should take my life, you should take my soul.

You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Sounding down the mountain range
Of my left-side brain,
You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Twisting the kaleidoscope
Behind both of my eyes.

And I'll be holding on to you

Remember the moment:
You know exactly where you're going,
'Cause the next moment, before you know it,
Time is slowing and it's frozen still,
And the window sill looks really nice, right
You think twice about your life, it probably happens at night,
Right?
Fight it, take the pain, ignite it,
Tie a noose around your mind
Loose enough to breathe fine and tie it,

To a tree, tell it:
"You belong to me,
This ain't a noose, this is a leash,
And I have news for you : you must obey me."
Entertain my faith

Lean with it, rock with it,
When we gonna stop with it,
Lyrics that mean nothing, we were gifted with thought,
Is it time to move our feet to an introspective beat,
It ain't the speakers that bump hearts, it's our hearts that make the beat.

And I'll be holding on to you.