It's funny how the music put times in perspective |
ɪts ˈfʌni haʊ ðə ˈmjuːzɪk pʊt taɪmz ɪn pəˈspɛktɪv |
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it |
æd ə ˈsaʊndtræk tuː jɔː laɪf ænd ˈpɜːfɪkt ɪt |
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far |
wɛnˈɛvə juː ɑː ˈfiːlɪŋ bluː kiːp ˈwɔːkɪŋ ænd wiː kæn gɛt fɑː |
Wherever you are |
weərˈɛvə juː ɑː |
Like a movie that you can't predict |
laɪk ə ˈmuːvi ðæt juː kɑːnt prɪˈdɪkt |
Like a book that you can't resist |
laɪk ə bʊk ðæt juː kɑːnt rɪˈzɪst |
I sing along a song that's oh so sensual |
aɪ sɪŋ əˈlɒŋ ə sɒŋ ðæts əʊ səʊ ˈsɛnsjʊəl |
bring along a sip to make it all so sexual |
brɪŋ əˈlɒŋ ə sɪp tuː meɪk ɪt ɔːl səʊ ˈsɛksjʊəl |
verbally that is, making love to the music means vibing to the beat at night |
ˈvɜːbəli ðæt ɪz, ˈmeɪkɪŋ lʌv tuː ðə ˈmjuːzɪk miːnz ˈvaɪbɪŋ tuː ðə biːt æt naɪt |
with the whole city fast asleep, out cold |
wɪð ðə həʊl ˈsɪti fɑːst əˈsliːp, aʊt kəʊld |
true words seem to rise to the lips, take hold |
truː wɜːdz siːm tuː raɪz tuː ðə lɪps, teɪk həʊld |
of a poet in me, most powerfully |
ɒv ə ˈpəʊɪt ɪn miː, məʊst ˈpaʊəfʊli |
I feel free when the world doesn't owe it to me |
aɪ fiːl friː wɛn ðə wɜːld dʌznt əʊ ɪt tuː miː |
It's so hard to find a gig that lives up to the billing, |
ɪts səʊ hɑːd tuː faɪnd ə gɪg ðæt lɪvz ʌp tuː ðə ˈbɪlɪŋ, |
trying to find a reason to work, god willing |
ˈtraɪɪŋ tuː faɪnd ə ˈriːzn tuː wɜːk, gɒd ˈwɪlɪŋ |
I admit, my thinking is wishful |
aɪ ədˈmɪt, maɪ ˈθɪŋkɪŋ ɪz ˈwɪʃfʊl |
like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling |
laɪk ə stɑːr əˈpɒn ə ʧaɪld ˈgeɪzɪŋ ʌp tuː ðə ˈsiːlɪŋ |
how far do we have to stretch the truth |
haʊ fɑː duː wiː hæv tuː strɛʧ ðə truːθ |
to fit the lifestyles borrowed and overdue |
tuː fɪt ðə ˈlaɪfˌstaɪlz ˈbɒrəʊd ænd ˌəʊvəˈdjuː |
we can take it all back to the register |
wiː kæn teɪk ɪt ɔːl bæk tuː ðə ˈrɛʤɪstə |
and start all over from the canister |
ænd stɑːt ɔːl ˈəʊvə frɒm ðə ˈkænɪstə |
let's break it all down into pieces of bright |
lɛts breɪk ɪt ɔːl daʊn ˈɪntuː ˈpiːsɪz ɒv braɪt |
moments that pass by like a meteorite |
ˈməʊmənts ðæt pɑːs baɪ laɪk ə ˈmiːtiəraɪt |
throw on your favorite reel that's good to go |
θrəʊ ɒn jɔː ˈfeɪvərɪt riːl ðæts gʊd tuː gəʊ |
on the analog player watch the people glow |
ɒn ði ˈænəlɒg ˈpleɪə wɒʧ ðə ˈpiːpl gləʊ |
sit back to the breeze let the memories flow |
sɪt bæk tuː ðə briːz lɛt ðə ˈmɛməriz fləʊ |
comedy tragedy all the highs and lows |
ˈkɒmɪdi ˈtræʤɪdi ɔːl ðə haɪz ænd ləʊz |
(chorus) |
(ˈkɔːrəs) |
Like your moves that I can't predict |
laɪk jɔː muːvz ðæt aɪ kɑːnt prɪˈdɪkt |
Like your look that I can't resist |
laɪk jɔː lʊk ðæt aɪ kɑːnt rɪˈzɪst |
The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual |
ðə tɪŋ-ə-lɪŋ ˈfiːlɪŋ wɒz əʊ səʊ ˈmjuːtjʊəl |
the lingering appeal was so unusual |
ðə ˈlɪŋgərɪŋ əˈpiːl wɒz səʊ ʌnˈjuːʒʊəl |
herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul can become poison to some |
ˈhɜːbəli wɒt ɪz, ˈmɛdsɪn tuː ə ləʊn səʊl kæn bɪˈkʌm ˈpɔɪzn tuː sʌm |
with the whole body fast asleep, out cold |
wɪð ðə həʊl ˈbɒdi fɑːst əˈsliːp, aʊt kəʊld |
true vision seem to come to the eye, take hold |
truː ˈvɪʒən siːm tuː kʌm tuː ði aɪ, teɪk həʊld |
of a prophet in me most visibly |
ɒv ə ˈprɒfɪt ɪn miː məʊst ˈvɪzəbli |
I see clear when the world doesn't show it to me |
aɪ siː klɪə wɛn ðə wɜːld dʌznt ʃəʊ ɪt tuː miː |
It's so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing, |
ɪts səʊ hɑːd tuː meɪk sɛns ɪn ə ˈsaɪkl ɒv ˈbɪlɪŋ, |
trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing |
ˈtraɪɪŋ tuː faɪnd ə ˈriːzn tuː kwɪt ænd meɪk ə ˈkɪlɪŋ |
I admit, our dealing is painful |
aɪ ədˈmɪt, ˈaʊə ˈdiːlɪŋ ɪz ˈpeɪnfʊl |
like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling |
laɪk ə stɑːr əˈpɒn ə ʧaɪld ˈsteərɪŋ daʊn frɒm ðə ˈsiːlɪŋ |
how far do we have to stretch the picture |
haʊ fɑː duː wiː hæv tuː strɛʧ ðə ˈpɪkʧə |
before pixelating the human texture |
bɪˈfɔː ˈpɪksəleɪtɪŋ ðə ˈhjuːmən ˈtɛksʧə |
we can take it all back to the register |
wiː kæn teɪk ɪt ɔːl bæk tuː ðə ˈrɛʤɪstə |
and start all over from the canister |
ænd stɑːt ɔːl ˈəʊvə frɒm ðə ˈkænɪstə |
let's save it all up for an ultimate prize |
lɛts seɪv ɪt ɔːl ʌp fɔːr ən ˈʌltɪmɪt praɪz |
homecoming gathering with a big surprise |
ˈhəʊmˌkʌmɪŋ ˈgæðərɪŋ wɪð ə bɪg səˈpraɪz |
throw on your favorite record that's good to go |
θrəʊ ɒn jɔː ˈfeɪvərɪt ˈrɛkɔːd ðæts gʊd tuː gəʊ |
on the analog table and it's hooked to blow |
ɒn ði ˈænəlɒg ˈteɪbl ænd ɪts hʊkt tuː bləʊ |
sit back with ease and hear the emcee flow |
sɪt bæk wɪð iːz ænd hɪə ði ˌɛmˈsiː fləʊ |
hi hat kick drum all the highs and lows |
haɪ hæt kɪk drʌm ɔːl ðə haɪz ænd ləʊz |
(chorus) |
(ˈkɔːrəs) |
Um, third time's the charm, hopefully |
əm, θɜːd taɪmz ðə ʧɑːm, ˈhəʊpfʊli |
when I chime on your door you'd still let me in |
wɛn aɪ ʧaɪm ɒn jɔː dɔː juːd stɪl lɛt miː ɪn |
after all these years |
ˈɑːftər ɔːl ðiːz jɪəz |
the room that you caved in my heart is exactly the same as you left it |
ðə ruːm ðæt juː keɪvd ɪn maɪ hɑːt ɪz ɪgˈzæktli ðə seɪm æz juː lɛft ɪt |
I realize that you have moved on |
aɪ ˈrɪəlaɪz ðæt juː hæv muːvd ɒn |
new styles and cliques like them silent flicks |
njuː staɪlz ænd kliːks laɪk ðɛm ˈsaɪlənt flɪks |
I'm speechless in this golden occasion |
aɪm ˈspiːʧlɪs ɪn ðɪs ˈgəʊldən əˈkeɪʒən |
the beautiful expression on the silver creation |
ðə ˈbjuːtəfʊl ɪksˈprɛʃən ɒn ðə ˈsɪlvə kri(ː)ˈeɪʃən |
this time I'd like to keep in touch |
ðɪs taɪm aɪd laɪk tuː kiːp ɪn tʌʧ |
I'm a likkle bit wiser, a whole lot tougher |
aɪm ə likkle bɪt ˈwaɪzə, ə həʊl lɒt ˈtʌfə |
if I suffer through another nightmare tonight, |
ɪf aɪ ˈsʌfə θruː əˈnʌðə ˈnaɪtmeə təˈnaɪt, |
we'll chalk it up as another chapter to write, all right? |
wiːl ʧɔːk ɪt ʌp æz əˈnʌðə ˈʧæptə tuː raɪt, ɔːl raɪt? |
or wrong or somewhere down the middle of the road |
ɔː rɒŋ ɔː ˈsʌmweə daʊn ðə ˈmɪdl ɒv ðə rəʊd |
I wanna see you again in a scene with the backdrop a perfect ten |
aɪ ˈwɒnə siː juː əˈgɛn ɪn ə siːn wɪð ðə ˈbækdrɒp ə ˈpɜːfɪkt tɛn |
and the music can take us back to the spot right then |
ænd ðə ˈmjuːzɪk kæn teɪk ʌs bæk tuː ðə spɒt raɪt ðɛn |
from black and white to a sepia tone |
frɒm blæk ænd waɪt tuː ə ˈsiːpiə təʊn |
some dreams come with a tint or in monochrome |
sʌm driːmz kʌm wɪð ə tɪnt ɔːr ɪn ˈmɒnəkrəʊm |
from black and white to my skin tone |
frɒm blæk ænd waɪt tuː maɪ skɪn təʊn |
some dreams have a stint on the microphone |
sʌm driːmz hæv ə stɪnt ɒn ðə ˈmaɪkrəfəʊn |
(chorus) |
(ˈkɔːrəs) |
okay we can take it all back to the register |
ˈəʊˈkeɪ wiː kæn teɪk ɪt ɔːl bæk tuː ðə ˈrɛʤɪstə |
and start all over from the canister |
ænd stɑːt ɔːl ˈəʊvə frɒm ðə ˈkænɪstə |
let's break it all down into pieces of bright |
lɛts breɪk ɪt ɔːl daʊn ˈɪntuː ˈpiːsɪz ɒv braɪt |
moments that pass by like a meteorite |
ˈməʊmənts ðæt pɑːs baɪ laɪk ə ˈmiːtiəraɪt |
throw on your favorite jacket and you're good to roll |
θrəʊ ɒn jɔː ˈfeɪvərɪt ˈʤækɪt ænd jʊə gʊd tuː rəʊl |
on the analog trail and you look the role |
ɒn ði ˈænəlɒg treɪl ænd juː lʊk ðə rəʊl |
just stroll through the trees and let your miseries go |
ʤʌst strəʊl θruː ðə triːz ænd lɛt jɔː ˈmɪzəriz gəʊ |
sunshine hurricane all the highs and lows |
ˈsʌnʃaɪn ˈhʌrɪkən ɔːl ðə haɪz ænd ləʊz |
we can take it all back to the register |
wiː kæn teɪk ɪt ɔːl bæk tuː ðə ˈrɛʤɪstə |
and start all over from the canister |
ænd stɑːt ɔːl ˈəʊvə frɒm ðə ˈkænɪstə |
let's break it all down into pieces of bright |
lɛts breɪk ɪt ɔːl daʊn ˈɪntuː ˈpiːsɪz ɒv braɪt |
moments that pass by like a meteorite |
ˈməʊmənts ðæt pɑːs baɪ laɪk ə ˈmiːtiəraɪt |
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