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lucas – the sun gives birth to the city كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
the sun gives birth to the city
this golden, golden place
anonymous face, high octane pace
case hope and dreams
steady streams of feet of staccato
across the hot desert sand of the city streets
cattle cars come hustlin and bustlin with shadows golden
beholden to the sun god who is holding the ladder
time to climb over old and young
each rung is a head to step on
to get ahead on
to rush_n_crush_destroy_wreck and smash
more hair or less hair, but who cares?
more hair or less hair, but who cares?
the quicker the miles
the more he smiles, nice and sunny
’cause time is money
the sun gives birth to the city
this golden, golden place
take a look around
ain’t it pretty?

[verse 2]
the sun god wakes and shakes the city
desires and tires crossing bridges of hope, pity?_nope
selling soap on tv to you and me
on golden yellow pages
city wages for cages
no one we know come and go
city tailors, former sailors growing paler and paler
sit and sow their lives and wives and kids together
whether they can or not, goliath vs. dave
where the h_ll is my slingshot?
some ride locals, some ride the penthouse express
need for speed, higher, faster
master of the clouds get to the top
just can’t stop
look down below at the concrete giants
standing en masse, feet of stone, brains of stone
veins of steel, how do they feel?
unreal_dying alone. the foundation is shaking
stone hearts are breaking, they’re waking up to pull of their roots
tomorrow morn
they don’t wanna be reborn
don’t want to die in this mournful state they hate
don’t want to bury their soul in the hole of the golden city
take a look around ain’t it pretty?
[verse 3]
the blood of the rainbow flow through
the heart of the city with force
drop by drop, it doesn’t stop
let’s lift the lid:
there are caucas mountains
there are the pyramids
an avalanche of every branch
of the tree of you and me, you see
the sun god is old
growing cold
his green limousine is his passion
in fashion with his cash_in_us bills that fills
the pockets and sockets of his eyes
way up in the skies
what does he know up above?
does he know the color of love?
and why the h_ll can’t he tell
the color of a smell
and why weren’t we taught
the color of thought?

- lucas

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