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gripp – snow globe كلمات اغاني

[intro: gripp]
i don’t know. i don’t know. i don’t know
where my home is anymore
i don’t know. i don’t know. i don’t know

[verse 1: gripp]
this track i stamp with a wax seal
pull it back, peel it off, and savor it like a last meal
release, watch the carrier pigeon in flight
back to the city that has given me life:
providence. i think i owe you a song
you were my home for so long. but even so, you barely notice i’m gone
i’m just stringing these moments along
still tryin’a convince myself to hold it, i’m strong
but you forgot me, didn’t you? i’m just another flea fl!cked from the pelt
another snowflake from the winter to melt
a pest you sent to fend for itself or descend into h-ll
at the end of the dry spell, the sentiment’s felt
i write with a venomous quill, mostly self-directing it still
‘cos life keeps on testing my will
but i’m a testament to all the stress i’ve been through
and though mostly it’s existential, i present it to you
like this…

[hook: liana stillman]
no, no
can’t get trapped in my past
stuck in this snow globe
just tapping the gl-ss

[verse 2: gripp]
providence, you were a b-ssinet
the dance floor where i practiced steps
the urn where all of the ashes from my past are kept
the world looked so big when we craned back our necks
but i’m different now from when i packed and left
feels like we haven’t met, so have a gl-ss of gin with me
relax and sit. i’ve got a bag full of shards of gl-ss
though cracked and chipped they flash and glint
i wear them on my skin like it’s fashion sense
to remind me of the ways they were smashed to bits
and though it seems like i was barely away, you’ve never seen me
in full regalia made from smashing mirrors and panes
but even so, i’m a reflection of you
still extending the roots, this self-expression a ruse
so my question to you is: could you remember my childhood
at least better than i could?

[hook: liana stillman]

[verse 3: gripp]
i want to hear your wail like a poor, trapped beast
the wind whistle your horsepath streets. of course that means
i’d have to recourse that stream
another person, parcel, more packed dreams
what can you tell me now? is my home within reach?
why are the oceans finger-combing the beach?
tell me where the river runs, that nebulous place
how you never get thanked for the way that your pulse ebbs on its banks
and it’s a terrible shame how we all inherit the pain
the perilous way we became sterile and lame
it heralds the change from being small and alone
to the tangled knot of regrets that we call an adult
you remind me that i have to relax, help me practice the task
your streets are ribbons from the gifts we unwrapped in the past
that’s how i feel, don’t know whether it’s fact
and though i’ll probably never come back, i’m forever attached
to you

[hook: liana stillman]

- gripp

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