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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
P.M. Dawn
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Attrell Cordes
Texte
Tom Johnston
Texte
Letras
[Verse 1]
He who thinks, thinks for himself
A one on trip makes a hit for the mind
A true composer's held between ears
A P.M. Dawn makes cause for rewind
Man can only dwell so long upon a thought
A comatose nap might snatch your sanity
I'm so great I amaze myself
Explains just how vain is vanity
The longest journey is based on a trip
But also starts with a single step
Because Pleasant Valley Sunday is a grain of salt
But "now or never" is a bit hard to accept
Don't ya think?
[Verse 2]
Problems of the world, lovers, girls
And things of that nature are bound to break my heart
They all show different sides of me
And they're all wrapped up inside of me
I feel certain awe for those who fall
And find out they were in my shadow from the start
For those who experience their particles
Even from a watcher's point of view
[Verse 3]
Yo, the world doesn't pay for what a person knows
It really wants to pay for what a person does
And those who can't show puzzlin' stance
Singin', "What it is is what it was"
'Cause he who learns the rules of wisdom
Without transforming it to daily life
Has a bad condition of contradiction
A rap like that can slap back after life
All this twists and spins in a whirlwind
A spot to max at to where it remains
On the opposite lane on a fortress bridge
Or a thought that lives on the positive plane
Don't ya think?
[Verse 4]
Problems of the world, lovers, girls
And things of that nature are bound to break my heart
They all show different sides of me
And they're all wrapped up inside of me
I feel certain awe for those who fall
And find out they were in my shadow from the start
For those who experience their particles
Even from a watcher's point of view
[Verse 5]
Reality and death, they accompany life
Eternity and Judgement accompany death
The simplest thing to remember, really
Unclog the fog that minds forgets
Sieved in the mystery of all mankind
Lies certain arrogance to the unexplained
Pure imagination is based on fact
Shun the confusion this maze contains
For the true defintion of the phrase is a dream
A dream that encloses a question mark
The end of an era in the halls of a mind
That should've been watched and clocked from the start
Don't ya think?
[Verse 6]
Problems of the world, lovers, girls
And things of that nature are bound to break my heart
They all show different sides of me
And they're all wrapped up inside of me
I feel certain awe for those who fall
And find out they were in my shadow from the start
For those who experience their particles
Even from a watcher's point of view
[Verse 7]
Maybe they just wanna twist my finger
Maybe they just wanna break my arm
Maybe they just wanna try and stop me
Maybe they just wanna do me harm
Maybe they don't want my mouth to speak this
Maybe they just wanna quiet moan
But the minute I step to the rhythm of the left
That's the minute that they don't wanna leave me alone
Don't ya think?
[Verse 8]
Problems of the world, lovers, girls
And things of that nature are bound to break my heart
They all show different sides of me
And they're all wrapped up inside of me
I feel certain awe for those who fall
And find out they were in my shadow from the start
For those who experience their particles
Even from a watcher's point of view
[Verse 9]
Problems of the world, lovers, girls
And things of that nature are bound to break my heart
They all show different sides of me
And they're all wrapped up inside of me
I feel certain awe for those who fall
And find out they were in my shadow from the start
For those who experience their particles
Even from a watcher's point of view
[Verse 10]
Problems of the world, lovers, girls
And things of that nature are bound to break my heart
They all show different sides of me
And they're all wrapped up inside of me
I feel certain awe for those who fall
And find out they were in my shadow from the start
For those who experience their particles
Even from a watcher's point of view
Written by: Attrell Cordes, Tom Johnston
