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Speaking Of Tongues
作詞:Michael Franti
You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside 'Cause you're daddy's little superstar And you're mama's little butterfly, fly high
A strange strange litany of verses and reverses Adlibs and rehearses, clouds burst and words cursed An argument breaks out
It's one we've all heard before, it's boring Had us all snoring from the first line One after another chimed in perfect time Tired rehashes of petty cashes and mismatches
You shoulda coulda's and why didn't you do this Crippling snippets aimed at the heart to inflame and impart blame Framed like Mumia, verbal diarrhea Spasms creating chasms between the souls of two or two billion
Nations torn apart, station to station damnation With much deliberation and very little consideration To the return on the damage from the altercation Collateral condemnation
Then denyin' like colorization of an old black and white Create a revision of the recent last night The fight that started with two words, I'm right
You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside 'Cause you're daddy's little superstar And you're mama's little butterfly, fly high
But of course the fight ends with no resolution Merely a vow for retribution, substitution Execution, electrocution, ruthless, toothless and truthless Mumbling through page after page of excuses
Abuses of the gift of the Gab, Gabriel the trumpeter Bestowed upon us a voice with a choice And a tongue kept moist by years of salivating For oysters, pearls and aphrodisiacs
Locked in an ugly shell, always too chewy and gooey So they get swallowed whole But a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for greed もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com With a disciple I feed
A tongue is for washing fur or for licking wounds Or welcoming newcomers into a room Or cleansing those fresh from the womb Without a tongue there would be no croons
Swoons, June's under the moon No bees pollinating no flowers in bloom No recitation of words at the foot of a tomb Or wills read aloud of the family heirlooms
You probably couldn't even blow up a balloon And that would be a shame because exhales the name of the game Exhale from the heart, not from the lungs Speak from the heart, not from the tongue
You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside 'Cause you're daddy's little superstar And you're mama's little butterfly, fly high
Listening is understanding and finding compassion Love is the action of soul satisfaction A tongue can make wishes and also fine kisses Taste a sweet cake and also cast disses
But nothing compares to the voice from within Without it we might just be mannequins Up to no darn good shenanigans Learn to be skillful movers of the stones
That block the heart and turn humans to clones Learn to forgive, set free the bones Touch with your flesh, take off the rubber gloves Love like your life depends on it because it does
You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside 'Cause you're daddy's little superstar And you're mama's little butterfly, fly high
You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside 'Cause you're daddy's little superstar And you're mama's little butterfly, fly high, flying high, flying high
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