Song | On This I Stand |
Artist | Eyedea & Abilities |
Album | First Born |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Abilities, Eyedea | |
On this I stand | |
Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops | |
And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon | |
Protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand | |
A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere | |
Somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness | |
So I can bring some there, | |
I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow | |
I'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallow | |
My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight | |
When you don't believe in love, | |
And you just cant cope with hate | |
Metal rust, leaves turn into dust, | |
As the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust | |
If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up | |
Would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain't enough | |
I've mistaken the shield that bound me a cowardess | |
Now I'm faithful to the wind but compared to it I'm powerless | |
The first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment | |
The pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it | |
And as my reflection rippled it all became clear | |
The seasons always change so there's no reason for fear | |
We made an autobiography of our pivotal years | |
Its all I got and I'm giving it you because I care | |
A lot of the time humans are hard to stay susistent | |
Self-projecting state of falsehood | |
Were either too close to our image to stay objective in our conception, | |
Or too far away to be subjective in any matter | |
This only widens our void in social conformity | |
Introduced to our souls at birth and so I write. | |
I don't write without the intention of objectivity | |
Or attention in the image | |
But only as an unright directional bridge | |
Between the several flowing tunes scripture | |
Reality is present in countless space and time | |
See I don't write for the future, | |
I write about the future, for the present | |
I write with my past, about the future, for the present. | |
On this I stand | |
The oasis of the limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window | |
Waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows | |
Faceful in its demonstration, overall innovation. | |
On this I stand | |
A fountain of youth sovereignty, found in syllables more than a pound of flesh | |
Deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call | |
Another haul of the quest. | |
On this I stand | |
Another loved civilization. | |
On this I stand | |
The purity of creation. | |
On this I stand | |
A paradigm for self. | |
On this I stand | |
I thank you for your help. | |
On this I stand | |
My first born child. | |
On this I stand | |
Something for now. | |
On this I stand | |
Life, love, death and hate. | |
On this I stand | |
And helmwood, glad you could relate. Peace... |
zuo qu : Abilities, Eyedea | |
On this I stand | |
Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops | |
And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon | |
Protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand | |
A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere | |
Somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness | |
So I can bring some there, | |
I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow | |
I' m only deep enough to realize that I' m shallow | |
My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight | |
When you don' t believe in love, | |
And you just cant cope with hate | |
Metal rust, leaves turn into dust, | |
As the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust | |
If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up | |
Would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain' t enough | |
I' ve mistaken the shield that bound me a cowardess | |
Now I' m faithful to the wind but compared to it I' m powerless | |
The first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment | |
The pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it | |
And as my reflection rippled it all became clear | |
The seasons always change so there' s no reason for fear | |
We made an autobiography of our pivotal years | |
Its all I got and I' m giving it you because I care | |
A lot of the time humans are hard to stay susistent | |
Selfprojecting state of falsehood | |
Were either too close to our image to stay objective in our conception, | |
Or too far away to be subjective in any matter | |
This only widens our void in social conformity | |
Introduced to our souls at birth and so I write. | |
I don' t write without the intention of objectivity | |
Or attention in the image | |
But only as an unright directional bridge | |
Between the several flowing tunes scripture | |
Reality is present in countless space and time | |
See I don' t write for the future, | |
I write about the future, for the present | |
I write with my past, about the future, for the present. | |
On this I stand | |
The oasis of the limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window | |
Waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows | |
Faceful in its demonstration, overall innovation. | |
On this I stand | |
A fountain of youth sovereignty, found in syllables more than a pound of flesh | |
Deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call | |
Another haul of the quest. | |
On this I stand | |
Another loved civilization. | |
On this I stand | |
The purity of creation. | |
On this I stand | |
A paradigm for self. | |
On this I stand | |
I thank you for your help. | |
On this I stand | |
My first born child. | |
On this I stand | |
Something for now. | |
On this I stand | |
Life, love, death and hate. | |
On this I stand | |
And helmwood, glad you could relate. Peace... |
zuò qǔ : Abilities, Eyedea | |
On this I stand | |
Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops | |
And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon | |
Protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand | |
A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere | |
Somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness | |
So I can bring some there, | |
I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow | |
I' m only deep enough to realize that I' m shallow | |
My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight | |
When you don' t believe in love, | |
And you just cant cope with hate | |
Metal rust, leaves turn into dust, | |
As the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust | |
If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up | |
Would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain' t enough | |
I' ve mistaken the shield that bound me a cowardess | |
Now I' m faithful to the wind but compared to it I' m powerless | |
The first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment | |
The pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it | |
And as my reflection rippled it all became clear | |
The seasons always change so there' s no reason for fear | |
We made an autobiography of our pivotal years | |
Its all I got and I' m giving it you because I care | |
A lot of the time humans are hard to stay susistent | |
Selfprojecting state of falsehood | |
Were either too close to our image to stay objective in our conception, | |
Or too far away to be subjective in any matter | |
This only widens our void in social conformity | |
Introduced to our souls at birth and so I write. | |
I don' t write without the intention of objectivity | |
Or attention in the image | |
But only as an unright directional bridge | |
Between the several flowing tunes scripture | |
Reality is present in countless space and time | |
See I don' t write for the future, | |
I write about the future, for the present | |
I write with my past, about the future, for the present. | |
On this I stand | |
The oasis of the limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window | |
Waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows | |
Faceful in its demonstration, overall innovation. | |
On this I stand | |
A fountain of youth sovereignty, found in syllables more than a pound of flesh | |
Deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call | |
Another haul of the quest. | |
On this I stand | |
Another loved civilization. | |
On this I stand | |
The purity of creation. | |
On this I stand | |
A paradigm for self. | |
On this I stand | |
I thank you for your help. | |
On this I stand | |
My first born child. | |
On this I stand | |
Something for now. | |
On this I stand | |
Life, love, death and hate. | |
On this I stand | |
And helmwood, glad you could relate. Peace... |