Представляем точный текст композиции "Interruption" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brenna Sahatjian . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Interruption» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brenna Sahatjian передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brenna Sahatjian - "Interruption"
Lyrics to Interruption : This bay is interrupted (like a young girls daydream is interrupted by her fathers angry call) By the highway that runs through it and the pulp mill that spits into it I am flying over asphalt perched on two wheels the sky tears up but wants to bawl wind and rain in my face with the stain of yesterdays workday making me dread todays dead opossums and raccoons and foxes strewn all over the shoulder I float by without surprise Ive come to expect neglect and decay I stare at the quiet spectacle of entrails pushed out and bubbling in the rainbow colored puddles of roadside rain the remarkable thumbs of opossums the fire-like fur of the foxes but I gotta stop it and get on to work Im gonna be late the rain is interrupted from its simple communion with the soil by the asphalt and the concrete all those plains of black and gray where the brown and green ones used to be I stare through a glass pane once Im at that dry din of my dreaded workday the rain seems resigned to just flowing down their drains Im afraid thats how Ive become youre not paid to daydream I hear someone say Our lives are interrupted like all those daydreams were as far back as I can recall from the moment were born were in custody sterile hospitals bright lights needles vaccines sterile schools white bread force fed whitewashed history dirty jobs either starve or accept wage slavery but theres freedom in our visceral history and it bubbles up like the lava of an ancient memory I stare at the skyline theres billboards where trees were theres warehouses where homes were theres rivers and understanding run dry Id sure like to set fire to some of it and holler in the glow of it and make the ghosts of our hope come alive if not hiding from our own fear wed find the spirit the guts and the time to tell each mumbling shadow and each idle arrow that the futures not written yet tell each dream invader and every nay sayer that we were not finished yet excuse me I was talking or living or dreaming or just being too bright for the gray malaise of these modern days to each interruption wed answer with eruptions of the lava that bubbles underneath the mundane [ Interruption Lyrics ]
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