Revolution

We play follow the leader

Hoping to learn something we never knew

They say ‘one, two, tree red light’

So we stop believing the green will come for you

So you wait and we wait for the red too

Somehow disappear and we stand

So paralyzed by these times

That predict our greatest feels

But deep inside you know you got to go,

You hear echoes of revolution lingering in the air

This counts for more than just being alive

More than step aside, wait

For the greens i’ll take you there

So rise my friend, take my hand

Let’s all go to this promised land.

Pick up a pen, make your demands

Tell’em how freedom can rein again

Unchain your voices, sing a song

That will live on and on and on long after we’re gone

Songs like lalalalalala lalalalala lalalalal lalalalala

I’ll sing you a song, powerful and fearless

Twisted enough to draw silence down your throats

And crack on your higher notes.

I’ll sing you a song and teach you how to turn it around

And build it back to the idea in which it came from.

These are manifestations of truth

Translating trouble daydreams

Into effortless dramas in

The perfect night vision

I’ll sing you a song that says

Nothing about lullabies, full of horning labels

We look nothing but multiple choice

We’ll sound nothing like pointless prepositions

Put there for the propose of controlling you

And waisting your heart and precious spending time

Im searching for words

In a poem that won’t confuse you

That will confirm elements of life that you already know

I wanna give you a testimony that tells you

That everybody gets there eventually

Maybe not where you are, but

Close enough for them to see the promised land

Im searching for words in a poem

That won’t make you see higher or further

Or make you think too differently from

What you already thought was an epiphany,

A path and all this inevitable and arguable truth, see?

We want magic and bouts of brilliants that last forever

We wanna discover our demons, dress them in white

Twist their souls in a peasant and turn them back to angels

We want drama and high speed, risk,

We wanna live our days in a echo of adrenaline highs

And testosterone trips, without the side effects of impedance and weakness

George bush, you want us to win the world

Without the protests, the bad press and the death holes

Thugs, you wanna fire your guns

Without the risk of hitting an innocent bi-standard

We wanna survive without the test, the tricks, the false hopes

And self-help books the pot, the rock and the hip-hop videos

We wanna survive without the journals, and the diaries

And the realilty tv shows, as if the shit in our lives ain’t real enough

Wallsteet, you want all your stocks arise

Guys, you wanna pull out in just the right time,

And ladies, you want to invest in that sure thing right?

You need him to exist somewhere

« i think i found him but i know im still waiting to exhale,

I want him to wake me up before

The last dorm of the summertime.

Trust the ways, pass the motion of the rip tight

Just so we can both see the sun rise

In a ribbon, in a cloud in the sky

The simple things, i want to make my father proud

And my mother understand because i chose right this time

You see, its quieter than sleep, and

This is the stuff in life that can make you believe

That just one turn west wound can fast forward

All your desires and dreams into this clear as day reality

I know the world has never been that easy

But consider the choice of slowing down

To let the air stuck in this moment and run free

These are unchained voices,

Singing you songs of familiar melodies.

Teaching you how to heat that note above and beyond middle c

Yeah, and you’re a baritone singing background vocals,

Sounds for lalala’s and do- re’s put there

For the filling of the blank beats and the melody created

And the tag says ‘right now, yes you’

Showing you a simple way to see

Through all of the colors of an unsolved rubik’s cube

Reconfirming elements of light that you already know

Sing me a song for the false starts,

Flatt notes and brand new broken bridges

And teach me how to turn it around

And we will sing those songs and resuscitate the society

To hard beats that justify humanity

Collectively, critically cross culturally

A song that teaches us, that reminds us how

How to just breath, just breath

Lalalalalala lalalalala lalalalal lalalalala

Sounds like revolution!

Lalalalalala lalalalala lalalalal lalalalala