Представляем точный текст композиции "Good Morning, Universe" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста cex . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Good Morning, Universe» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую cex передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
cex - "Good Morning, Universe"
Lyrics to Good Morning, Universe : I can feel their branches like fingers Flashing nimble signs of silent criticism Dryly criticizing my entire inner workings, wet and dirty Earthworms and insects On missions of reconnaisance are welcome inhabitants And every now and then I feel one exit How many go unnoticed' How many interspecies languages have they decoded' These trees are all so old, I really dont know why theyre interested Why they talk the loudest when they know that Ill be listening Ive tried to decipher the shouting of the rivers, and the valleys, and the mountains Figure out what its about And all Ive got is birds chirping, red Sharpie circles round my words So theyre converting all my thoughts to wordless noise So I finally decided I would help them If this is their intention, I could be the finest ally to the cause The covert reports can all be called off You wanna broadcast my thoughts' Lets get them straight from the source I can stand on street corners, draw diagrams of strangers Hand out pages from my diary, with footnotes and annotations So that passerby can identify the remains of my life (Dont even bother, its all a bunch of fuckin lies!) The trees no longer need to keep a live feed on my heart beat Ill talk to anything with ears until Ive bled out all my secrets Im begging, please, at least let me keep my body Its not stopping sun setting, clock ticking, rock spinning The ozone wont stop whispering The xylophone bones In my ribs are shown explicitly I keep my lips sealed, but somehow Its amounting and accounted independent of my mouth My spine wants out Its ironic, I think my own body is making fun of me Mocking the absense of a skeleton in this rubbish heap You want a beef' Fine This game was made for two to play We can give or take til my balls break, my dome leaks, my brain fails I can run on empty, then when my skull decompresses And its contents on the table Maybe theyll be plainly legible Ill be ready to sleep You can feed me intraveinously Some pairin of paramedics will poke their heads down here eventually Until then, forget it Im sick of feeling parasitic in my own temple Not knowin my reflection Too much wasted effort on a vessel that betrays me every chance that it gets I can feel their branches like fingers Poking, prying, pushing pins and needles underneath my skin My battered nervous system tangled A voodoo doll made out of chewing gum and chicken innards Stuffed with bets for approximation of a human being I can feel them laughing when I make decisions Mimicking the actions I had taken In my sleep when Ive dreamed of realistic situations I am merely natures plaything Pointing at the sun and trying to pull back on the string Im just a million wet cells, each completely senseless A million turning worlds brillst effecting for the necklace Atoms scattered to the wind, My skin turns to sand Magnifications of my brain shape the terrain of this land Of this prison, Im not concerned with learning how to live in this position Powerless, buried at the bottom of the hourglass Powerless, buried at the bottom of the hourglass Buried at the bottom of the hourglass Buried [ Good Morning, Universe Lyrics ]
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