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c.o.t.i. (captains of the imagination) - make music كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
the beginning of the end of the end of the beginning has begun
a sad finale played off_key on a broken_down saloon piano
in the outskirts of a forgotten ghosttown
i’d rather not bear witness to such blasphemy (me neither)

[verse 1: imagine]
yo, wassup, it’s like this
yeah, yo, one time, yo

looking for a thought like, “what if i write my best sh_t tonight?”
fight for everything i believe in. but in the end what do i really believe in?
smart question but no answers, so i make of this art a lesson
hard deceptions but i gotta start accepting
there can be other ways that lead to different places
i think i’ve been here to long it’s like i’m switching stages
d_mn – like a verse i’m gonna need a structure (woah)
but life is all around the place, it’s like i’m feeling stuck here
so contradictory… all i know is that i’m breathing
all the rest my friend belongs to mystery
i just repeat myself, ain’t this just all a cycle?
and it’s meaning is this thing we call survival?
what makes me feel alive more than anything
music, soothing to the ear, beautiful thing to die for!

[chorus: imagine & evita koné]
now you can’t tell me what to do, can’t change my point of view
it’s all that i’ve been through, the music is like glue
sticking to all my moves, i know just what to do
when i’m right here with you: make music, make music

[verse 2: dr koul]
i’m wasted, but no drink
drowning, nor any drop to drink
breaking, nor any drink to drop
glass shatters around me – but no drink
i’m waiting, but no tick
hands raised, nor any clock to tick to
i’m pacing, like man’s late, nor any tick to talk to
time stand still and still stays with no tick
pain portrayed in painstaking portraits
purveyed by poor paupers peddling passing protests
see s_x as sinful by saintly supervisors successfully
severing senses from seemingly sweet sentiments
i’m stuck looking at free beauty behind bars, clutching at straws
feeling pent_up in the large_open bizarre land of the hopeless
engulfed by nothingness of the stars
the beauty behind closed eyes within
to behold hard the unknown, far more than the said
the living more lost than the dead
and all i’ve got are these thoughts in my head
and i translate them into music. music

[outro chorus: evita koné]
now you (now you) can’t tell me what to do (can’t tell me what to do)
can’t change my point of view (can’t change my point of view)
it’s all that i’ve been through (it’s all that i’ve been through)
the music is like glue (the music is like glue)
sticking to all my moves (sticking to all my moves)
i know just what to do (i know just what to do)
when i’m right here with you (when i’m right here with you)
make music, make music
(make music, i know what to do)
(like glue, oooh)

[outro trumpet solo by zacharie ksyk]

- c o t i captains of the imagination

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