Paroles de A matter of time

Le Peuple De L'herbe

pochette album A matter of time
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Date de parution : 16/01/2012

Durée : 0:03:34

Style : Électronique



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Welcome to my world, my words and curses.
A renegade disciple of a thousand emotional verses,
Via hearing heartbroken folk choke on unspoken memories.
Refugees from some broken territory,
Where for years she was there, but then she's gone clear
And you fear it's your fault she bolted and disappear.
You're forced… you're forced to forget it. you feel the fever and let it
Make you pray to a god you don't even believe while your sweating out.
Watching. waiting.
Contemplating the emotional withdrawal to escape the self-hating.
It hurts the heart behind the climbing rhyme,
But my friends say hey, hey, hey, hey, jay.
It takes a matter of time.

A matter of time.

Why do we attack, what we can't get back?
I try to let it go. i release this flow from like a tap and face the fact.
You know it ain't fair.
On any new love that she should suffer and bear
My emotional baggage, 'n' if i could actually manage
To forget it, i'd let it, you bet it.
I'd lavish my love in a rhyme, while, under cover, i would still climb
Through the ashes of heartache.
But it takes a matter of time.
She said, she said…
Sing me a song where the love's been and gone wrong
Begin a boozy cruise through the blues
Where the barflies belong, building a lair to disappear below a bottle of beer

Spurred to blur the barrier... of fear
Solitary. involuntarily
On my own.
With a microphone.
Each tone got to be shown in the shadow of unrequitable passion.
Despite the fashion... i can go as low as you'll ever, ever imagine. (really)
I'd roll right into the limelight. i'm hiding in spite
Of the drive to survive another writhing night
Of negative rhymes.
These recollections climb…
But my friends say jay..hey hey hey hey
It takes a matter of time...
Herbs in hand, the drizzle fizzles out my desire to be damned.
I stand firm and hear the band playing my song!
But from where i'm standing it just, it just sounds all wrong.
My room assumes a tomb like gloom
Beneath a frozen sun, there's no fun as i consume these fumes
And forget my fears. but i'm too tired for tears, suck the rhyme.
My friends say j... hey hey...
Herbs in hand, the drizzle fizzles out my desire to be damned.
I stand firm and hear the band playing my song!
But, without her here, it just, it just sounds all wrong.
My room re-assumes this tomb like gloom
Beneath a frozen sun there's no fun as i consume the fumes in vain…
And dream up a scheme to entertain the dark waters so deep to seep in and end my pain...
But i abstain... i remain on land.
I'm far too tired for tears 'n' rhyme
I'm waiting… a matter of time... a matter of time.

A matter of time.

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