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sandpeople – face in the clouds كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: sapient]
i am a pioneer, with the ways i think
i’m cradling my giant spears
though the angels speak inside my ears
this place i’ve grown to love, where love is all in vain
where i see the palace and gutter and feed my hunger pangs
my lungs weren’t satiated with the emptiness
my love turns to one verse
though my brain’s not yet convinced
a cl-ssic recipe to cook up some excellence
the sessions get sp-rs- when the good luck has exited
but i awoke to a pretty fresh day
although i had a splitting headache
and i feeling stretched way too thin
reduced to putting my dues in
it’s what we do ’til our music gets play
speaking with the force to supplement your well-being
compels people to support, i don’t have to sell things
i right it, read it, and record it, the feeling is euphoric
figure out what my message is then come tell me

[hook: sapient and onlyone]
(don’t look down)
i put my head up, even if i’m facin’ the clouds
(don’t look down)
i put my head up, so you can see my face in the crowd
(don’t look down)
i put my head up, even if i’m facin’ the clouds
(don’t look down)
i put my head up, so you can see my face in the crowd

[verse 2: onlyone]
pipe dreams, reverend does not stand in your place
sight’s gleam from a weapon, shot a man in the face
life seems long, in seconds drop to the sand and pray
lightning from the heavens crawl as i stand in his grace
from the blood of the wishful, in darkness i will shine
cut from the thistle, marked by design
there’s no love within you when your partisan’s divine
that’s why my motherf-ckin’ pencil is sharper than your mind
they say god is us in likeness and we created him
i’m modest of the right i did in silence when i pray to him
i’m conscious of your righteousness
your highness has forsaken him
for god is love, the life you live
and what you choose to make of it
they powdered the issues of power they misuse
fistfuls of tissues, palms of blood
in the hours i give you, flowers will shrivel
underneath the whistles of the missiles that they launch at us

[verse 3: goldini bagwell]
i’m a matador sort, blanket up the bull
i’m a waiter in such, making sure that your gl-ss is half-full
anything less is uncivil for the simple who bear a soul
riddled by a ripple of rhythm of cycles
and i know what it’s like to suck at life
sh-t, i’m alive though, so i must be doing something right
and if i took it any further
i’d be two drips out the beaker
before i reach the bunsen burner
in turn, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree
in terms of this battle, doesn’t fall too far from you and me
and it’s as real as a heartbeat
and still, i put my face out in the crowd
in case god forgot me
and honestly, i ain’t pay homage in a minute y’all
it’s probably that i’m lost in the start of what will finish all
these are trying times, so we just do it
i keep my head up so you’ll always see my face through this music

- sandpeople

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