Представляем точный текст композиции "Under Pressure" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Herd (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Under Pressure» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Herd (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Herd (The) - "Under Pressure"
Lyrics to Under Pressure : "My dearest Grandma" was the way he always started the letter, it wasnt the only occasion he wrote to keep it together, "Thank you for the birthday present, itll really come in handy Im writing quietly, cause I hope youre not angry, Mum and Dad are yelling at each other, like every night, like every night, I end up locking my door and I write. Would you please be able to visit, and maybe make em make up' Id hate to think that it was me that made my parents break up. Next year Ill be in high school, Im pretty nervous, actually, though I know its common, I dont want no broken family. Its my fault, and I dont like it here, and its my fault, and now my little brothers in tears, and Gran, I hope youre not mad, I swear Ill try to be good, cause Mum and Dadll get along much better when Im being good" signin it, "Love, your Grandson", quietly he stored it in the cupboard with the others, and tightly held his brother, he was... Under pressure, Im heating up. Under pressure, calm, but its all front. Under pressure, boiling point has come... Fast forward twelve years, and hes been out of home for seven, never really understood the way he carried it all with him, even years later, he hated things gettin too heated, whole section of his history he tried to delete. New school, new city, reason justified his leaving, he couldnt leave his guilt seeing his mothers spirit beaten, she was bleeding, eyes streaming, he had to depart, frightened sunken-eyed kid became the life of the party, only been in town a term, social life like a soap star, still wrote his grandmother the occasional postcard, "Doin fine, working hard", he thought that shed be relieved, and perhaps a little proud of all the things hed achieved. HDs and team captain, a prize in his class, a string of love affairs, but never close enough to see the scars, kept the cards to his chest, stressed to less and conflict, between the lines, his Grandma, only one who heard his bomb tick, he was... Under pressure, Im heating up. Under pressure, calm, but its all front. Under pressure, boiling point has come... "Child, I miss you greatly, havent got many letters lately, I just wrote to let you know that its OK to show when youre under pressure. Though I never really needed to explain this is true, I see a lot of your dear father when Im looking at you. He worked hard, and enjoyed inebriation, and really, thats a trait that doesnt skip a generation. Once removed, I see clearer than most, dear boy, I see though your illusions, boy, all lifes lessons are under pressure." Now hes old enough to know better, looking through those old letters, that hes never sent, hes sure the past is omnipresent, he wont resent the sum total of experience, from delirious days, to some so serious. "Never got those letters, but be sure that Im hearing this". Theyre really just signposts, landmarks, clippings, some repetitive themes, like record players skipping. He has torn off the layers and always found something different inside him, tiny sparks like stars colliding, and they let him live again, hes never giving in, and without those few friends that always meant well, it might have never got to "alls well that ends well", pen fell, swiftly, why hes writing now is still a mystery, has the feeling history forgotten tends to repeat, so some nights before sleep, he writes to keep it in his sights, and when its close enough to touch, he lets fly, just to get by, by any means, to walk the path of many dreams, the penny seems to fall at the very last moment, the ability to love is like the vast ocean, and with lead-lidded focus, he writes the last lines of this one, and signs off, "With love, your Grandson" [ Under Pressure Lyrics ]
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