Текст песни Water Medley (Avantdale Bowling Club) с переводом

I planted my garden outside their wall

Trapped the sun inside my hand, fed them water I caught

From the tears of god, my brain storm made rain fall

Like a miracle, my life force, their light source

And the power bill high like I, the sky provide

My water supply, no need to rely

On anyone, I’m certified, purified

I don’t want any kind of herbicide

Or fungicide, I’m from the countryside

Sow my seed and feed my son

I’ma take the land I’m loaned and grow my shrubs

I don’t worship land lords, I live the land’s law

I store my rain water for the new world war

When the water get short the people get bought

And the rich get richer from the rain that pour

But I rely only on my own mind

Cause you only know the worth when the well run’s dry

Water

Water

World getting warmer

Days getting shorter

New world order

Nuclear water

(World getting warmer while the order getting out of order days getting shorter

while the walls getting taller

Pour a glass full of a water for my daughter watch her crawl up to the sky like

i taught her, all she needs is light and water)

Yeah I stay hydrated. Keep my mind vibrating

On that higher plane. I need that excitation

Yeah I stay Friday night in my cave hibernating

I need isolation. I need hydration

So I stay hydrated. Keep my mind vibrating

On that higher plane. I need that excitation

Yeah I stay Friday night in my cave hibernating

I need isolation. I need hydration

I don’t need no air time i just need a little spare time

Care about a fresh pair i just wanna little fresh air

Ride my bike down to the pier. wipe my mind clear and repair myself

I’m aware i’m a weird guy, that’s a clear sign of an air-sign

Double sided Gemini. never really satisfied

High roller/bipolar loner, home alone on a Friday night

Failed artist in this prime of his life. high as a kite, hydrated on

Hiatus from the Wi-Fi trynna migrate to the sky

Introverted, extroverted hermit. underrated, undeserving perfectly

Imperfect down to earth earthling. personable person in person

Certified uncertain. working on my over working. unlearning

Early bird with a burden. chirping. living and learning while bridges are

burning

DOWN to down a downer whenever i’m down and out and out of luck

Down as fuck to fuck an upper up, up all night and up to nothing much

Double the dose and dosey doe home on a friday let my little liver live a

little, give the middle finger

To my kidney and hit me with a little bit of

«It'll be all good in the morning» juice to induce my slumber

Pour the rum to numb my gums and roll a blunt to put me under

Anesthesia, keep my mind in order, pour the port and try ignore the

Problems until Sunday morning then i pour a glass of WATER

All over my fried brain dried out from a Friday

Rain down on me cloud 9 you know that i stay.

HIGH-drated. vibrating. on that higher plane i ain’t got no time to waste it

Yeah i stay Friday night in my cave

Hibernating. i need isolation

I need hydration x3

Ego go free x

Pour the water for the hangover, balance out the bipolar

Deaths def getting closer, but i’m getting a hold of getting older

Getting over all the over thinking, giving up on giving up the drinking

Letting go of what i’m holding on to, letting death take me where he wants to

Spend the day sowing seeds, spend a k blowing trees

Writing shit i probably won’t release, wanting only what i know i need

Most of my bros are fiends, coffee beans or coca leaves

Leaving broken dreams over seas, working for a god they don’t believe in

BUT, just as long their eating, sweet then, nothing wrong with competing

But just for as long as i’m breathing, i’ll be writing songs for no reason

With no meaning and no purpose, 103 bar verses A life’s work worth of worthless

words, fire wood for my furnace

Write it down, rip it up think about giving up

Then flip it up and realize i didn’t make it for making a living off

I’m sick of i’m sitting up, up the middle of the night considering whether i

did enough

I’m tired of living up to what a critic considers the real definition of what

music is. i don’t give a fuck anymore

I don’t got nothing to prove… i got nothing to lose

It’s nothing to me if I’m nothing to you and if i’m never nothing it ain’t

nothing new

These are the thoughts of a mumbling fool. son of a summer in June

I been down on my luck i been up with the moon. i been up in my room like a

fucking recluse

But i can not complain love cannot contain hate i can not explain hey i am not

no saint

Just a man. so keep the bread i just wanna jam

Just lost a grand, but i got some bands

And i just wanna bang on pots and pans

Say what i wanna say when i wanna say

Gonna take me a holiday when i wanna break

You can pay what you want to pay for it. i’m straight

Long as the rent ain’t late i’ll wait

I made it for the sake of making art, painted pain up on a pane of glass

Fought a writer with a blade of grass, put my ego in my lady’s palm

Use to wanna try to make it large, till i saw my baby take a bath

Now the goal is just make him laugh, now the dream is just to make it last

Tryna paint the days of past. days i never made it past

Looking for an answer for the questions i’m afraid to ask

Take a sip, take a half, and then take a trip straight to Mars

Take the chance, take the mask off and dance your naked arse off

Praise the lord from Paisley Park, let’s raise a glass to David’s star

Let’s make a toast in the name of Ra to make the most of this crazy party

Days are fading fast, better get off my lazy arse

The ending really ain’t that far, love really ain’t as hard as you say you are.

Ego go free x