Pearl Jam - Pendulum_Swallowed Whole_Let The Records Play | Текст песни

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I can feel the dawn, I can feel the earth
I can feel the living all around
I can choose a path, I can choose a word
I can start the healing, Bring it now

Whispered songs inside the wind
Breathing in forgiveness
Like vibrations with no end
Feel the planet humming
What is clear far from the noise, gets swallowed whole

I can feel the sun, I can see the sound
I can set myself right hear and drown
I can feel the rush, I could clear the clouds
I could set the needles spinning love
I can hear the crash, I can feel the pound
I can feel the current pulling down

Whispered songs inside the wind
Breathing in forgiveness
Like vibrations with no end
Feel the planet humming
What is clear far from the noise, gets swallowed whole

With no quiet to be found
spirit lifted off the ground
and what lies beyond the grave
might be welcomed change
And will come, come what may
with no rest in peace
Until that day

I could choose a path, I could choose the word
I could start the healing, bring it now
I could be the sun, I could be the sound
I could set myself right here and drown

Whispered songs inside the wind
Breathing in forgiveness
And the chapter I’ve not read
Turn the page

Let the records play

When the Kingdom comes he puts the records on and with his blistered thumb hits play
and with the volume up he goes and fills his cup and lets the drummer drum
take away the pain, the pain

breaking, forsaken, what’s that you’re taken?
Bleeding the feeling, he lets the records play

??? future dim
The cigarette light’s in
the vaporizer green light grim
and when the shot glass talks he goes to listens up
until he’s nice and numb again, again

shaken, the breaking, not one for faking
the reeling is healing
he lets the records play, there’s wisdom in his ways

I’ve been down and I fell so hard and far from grace
I’ve been hurt and I still recall the flaws on her face
I’ve been off but but I'm on my feet, my feet again

Shaken, foresaken, what’s that you’re taking?
Oh! The weeding, the feeling, he lets the records play

shaken but breaking, not one for faking oh!
the reeling is healing, he lets the records play!

Oh, there’s wisdom in his ways