Song | 蜗牛 |
Artist | Yellow Studs |
Album | San Nen Keika |
I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world | |
Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl | |
Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup | |
Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone | |
I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth | |
But the stones turned precious when they all came out | |
On a string of deep thought that could never be bought | |
Body rock don’t stop, be bop to hip hop | |
Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor | |
What was left a shoestring budget on call | |
Then these new styles came along | |
Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip | |
Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated | |
Make you feel old and jaded | |
The point was to make it and we made it but | |
We didn’t know how to keep it | |
Like nice kicks. that wouldn’t fit | |
Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up | |
Store it underneath the bed and open it up | |
Once in a blue moon | |
Think about a cool ending | |
To a story that ended too soon | |
Gotta bring back the feeling | |
I’ll do anything not to be stuck on fiending | |
A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient | |
To an open heart, it’s a daily operation | |
After six come seven and eight | |
Access code to the pearly gates | |
They say heaven can wait | |
And you speak of fate | |
A finale to a play for my mate | |
I see the angels draw the drapes | |
Over the earthscape | |
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape | |
As our records will stay on rotate | |
You say a circle is a flawless shape | |
Every part equi-distance from the center | |
On the arc without a start or a finish | |
A line on a loop carries weight | |
A freight train runs unabated | |
Views vanish from my point vantage | |
Passages come in and out | |
The way I recall your antics (how I remember your antics) | |
Still alive ’cause I said it | |
A life of its own unless we dead it | |
Till they see our name in credits | |
A labor of love you mean slavery | |
Surely, it’s been quite savory | |
Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy | |
Pure magic when she touches me | |
I read that love is kind but it’s also blind of any style | |
You profess, would you be my guest (you could be my guest) | |
Happiness is a hot potato that you can’t possess for long | |
Just pass it on like asong | |
And I might look calm and collected at a glance | |
But I taste the void when I’m not connected | |
To the world kinetic, as opposed to static | |
Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict (a modern-day addict) | |
On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed | |
The mind in need of stimulation | |
Elevator music to the space station | |
Penthouse of stars a-blazing | |
After six come seven and eight | |
Access code to the pearly gates | |
They say heaven can wait | |
And you speak of fate | |
A finale to a play for my mate | |
I see the angels draw the drapes | |
Over the earthscape | |
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape | |
As our records will stay on rotate |
I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world | |
Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl | |
Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup | |
Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone | |
I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth | |
But the stones turned precious when they all came out | |
On a string of deep thought that could never be bought | |
Body rock don' t stop, be bop to hip hop | |
Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor | |
What was left a shoestring budget on call | |
Then these new styles came along | |
Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip | |
Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated | |
Make you feel old and jaded | |
The point was to make it and we made it but | |
We didn' t know how to keep it | |
Like nice kicks. that wouldn' t fit | |
Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up | |
Store it underneath the bed and open it up | |
Once in a blue moon | |
Think about a cool ending | |
To a story that ended too soon | |
Gotta bring back the feeling | |
I' ll do anything not to be stuck on fiending | |
A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient | |
To an open heart, it' s a daily operation | |
After six come seven and eight | |
Access code to the pearly gates | |
They say heaven can wait | |
And you speak of fate | |
A finale to a play for my mate | |
I see the angels draw the drapes | |
Over the earthscape | |
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape | |
As our records will stay on rotate | |
You say a circle is a flawless shape | |
Every part equidistance from the center | |
On the arc without a start or a finish | |
A line on a loop carries weight | |
A freight train runs unabated | |
Views vanish from my point vantage | |
Passages come in and out | |
The way I recall your antics how I remember your antics | |
Still alive ' cause I said it | |
A life of its own unless we dead it | |
Till they see our name in credits | |
A labor of love you mean slavery | |
Surely, it' s been quite savory | |
Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy | |
Pure magic when she touches me | |
I read that love is kind but it' s also blind of any style | |
You profess, would you be my guest you could be my guest | |
Happiness is a hot potato that you can' t possess for long | |
Just pass it on like asong | |
And I might look calm and collected at a glance | |
But I taste the void when I' m not connected | |
To the world kinetic, as opposed to static | |
Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict a modernday addict | |
On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed | |
The mind in need of stimulation | |
Elevator music to the space station | |
Penthouse of stars ablazing | |
After six come seven and eight | |
Access code to the pearly gates | |
They say heaven can wait | |
And you speak of fate | |
A finale to a play for my mate | |
I see the angels draw the drapes | |
Over the earthscape | |
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes | |
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape | |
As our records will stay on rotate |