Guante - Just a Song w/ Claire Taubenhaus | Текст песни

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• Just a Song w/ Claire Taubenhaus

[Verse 1 - Guante]

I know the fashion
You act like you don't give a damn
Minnesota nice, Minneapolis laid back, like
This is so natural
To step in front of stage lights, and on the wings of 50 strangers take flight
They've got the posture of upper Midwesterners
Who ignore the message and relate to the messengers
Stay looking in the mirror for a martyr, right
But I ain't ever fit that everyman archetype
I spark to life in darkness
Drums like warclubs, every four bars a catharsis
Sincerity, I keep it in my life
I eat scenesters with late night pizza by the slice
Spit out the iPhones, and mine shows
It's easy to nod to the beats we rhyme on, and
Music doesn't have to be more than just music
But it can be
So why not?

[Hook x2 - Claire de Lune]

Your love, your sweat, your tears
Your blood, your hopes, your fears
If a song is just a song
Then you're doing it, doing it, doing it wrong

[Verse 2 - Guante]

Yo, I've seen a shaman conjure spirits out of thin air
With no label, cosigned, so you didn't care
I've seen a singer knee deep in the stage
Ripping out her insides for the five people who paid
I've seen a set capsulate a whole city, just
Too much beautiful, and not enough pretty for you
It's true, I've seen a whole lot of misery too
So who's ankles would you want to break
I've seen 'em asking for sign, fall away
For just 25 minutes and change, I see change
It found me, wrapped round me, like a coccoon
Listening, to emergic, listening, that's something new
That's music to me, not the background noise, but the current that we ride on
Bet, they want rappers to sweat
But I'mma bleed out til the end of my song, come on

[Hook x2 - Claire de Lune]

Your love, your sweat, your tears
Your blood, your hopes, your fears
If a song is just a song
Then you're doing it, doing it, doing it wrong

[Verse 3 - Guante]

Honestly, I don't give a damn about the weather
Don't really care that you just broke up, that you're just broke
Or that you don't know what to major in, or what to do with yourself when you grow up
I don't give a damn about the weather
Don't really care who won the big game, the teams are logos
The players interchangeable, here for a season or two and then swept away, and hey
I don't give a damn about the weather
So before small talk is established, understand
There's a difference between happiness and joy
Between friends and people you just chat with
Between sadness and utter despair
Between butterfly wings and doubt
There's a difference between weather and climate
Look what we find ourselves talking about

Your love, your sweat, your tears
Your blood, your hopes, your fears
If a song is just a song
You're doing it wrong
You're doing it wrong
You're doing it wrong

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