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sundaybars - persepolis lyrics

-city sounds at night-

[chorus : myanhtruong)

and the feelings don’t lie when you walking bare feet
lost in the city and you’re sitting their seat
you just left yourself alone
reaching all your dreams that sound remote
run run mary jane
fly so high don’t miss the plane
i know you can do this on your own
and now you’ve got to call this hound a home

[verse : bron]

who am i to call myself a stranger thing?
i’ve been picking up the phone and the danger ring
i’m endangering and questionning myself
my mind begins to mutate
as i unload kush
and my soul beigns to push
out of the suitcase
and you were like that new face
always in my nightmares
that i found in this new place
and i gotta fight there

hol’ up
everybody talk about moving (moving)
i’m not ready i’m still sleeping in confusion (confusion)
of having a home
home that will crumble
then being alone
and having to stumble
upon all my tragedies
all over again with no complete strategy
you don’t realise the gravity
this sh-t pulling me down from my galaxy
out of my poems and into my malady
my friends, my god, my money
still ain’t living happily
-whisper- the weed i need in my sad reality
taking me away from a heavenly storm
cause now its like the sunlight dont even feel warm
cause what do those same things mean if they cannot conform
to the dream i once had, fantasize like p-rn
now i want the starch yes i’ll breathe up the corn

(taking me away from a heavenly storm
cause now its like the sunlight dont even feel warm
cause what do those same things mean if they cannot conform
to the dream i once had, fantasize like p-rn
now i want the starch yes i’ll breathe up the corn
even if it k!lls me i feel like im reborn)

[bridge : k.minh]

now i’m drowning drowning drowning in this sound of latin
can you feel this heart abide?
can you feel the néant tonight?

[verse : k.minh]

i’m feeling fresh, feeling alive
spreading like water and wine
couldn’t ever find all the time
when i reflect the past of mine
i’m pessimistic inside like a part of me die young, so feed my lungs

you see, little tammy knew his grounding wasn’t friendly
and his language wasn’t plenty
so he grew in the back of the alleyway
a couple of sunlights on the block
to fill up the plate
hit it up with his fellow rock to play it will keep him sane then
but not sacred
know he’s in a good place but not complacent
shadow boxing deals of pain create loneliness
wish he’s pretty like the gr-ss then he’d feel adjacent
to the f-cked up condition that he ever live in
when the culture had him crippling
like a vulture vouring bones and meat
his clothes were cheap
but it was like he’s the joke from the east
but that’s life
and that’s life (that’s life, yeah)

[verse : 33 tours]

j’me suis arrivé
comme un étranger, pour ces riverains
ils m’ont fait chanter comme ces refrains
des obstacles sur mon parcours, que je me fraye
mais c’est pas si mal, oh
au final, ils s’mêlent de mon malheur
je les vois souvent avec leur mallette
ça m’permettra sûrement d’surmonter mon mal-être
de toutes ces années, j’écris ma lettre
j’ai très vite compris, qu’ils ont mis l’être
avant tout, et qu’ils aiment l’autre
mais au début, c’était pas ça!
avant d’pousser moi j’étais dép-ssé
j’regardais des p-ssants, j’leur faisais des p-ssses
leur regard pas sûr me l-ssait un peu seul
j’ai mis des années, à refaire le puzzle, (eh)
je me souviens tellement des malentendus
mais leur sourire me rappelle qu’il faut être content si ces malins t’adorent
s’ils comprennent pas c’est qu’ils ont mal lu tes dires
mais (eh)
je suis dans hanoï comme dans persepolis
comme un gamin qui rameute ses armes pour s’épauler
parce qu’il perd ses poils à force de percée poêlée
c’est ma vie et voilà, écoute-moi, j’viendrais tout dévoiler
je m’incorpore des valeurs, je les ai toutes mises dans ma valise

[skit]

[person 1]
i just want to get out of this city, bro
[person 2]
yeah, why don’t we head to the mountains sometime, gazing the stars? sounds cliche but i think it’ll be a fun trip

[chorus : myanhtruong)

[skit]

sometimes the beauty of a city can, uh
be a bad thing of it’s own
so the people that live there just move out one day
into a forest
where there was a fire

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