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Life in Marvelous Times Lyrics
Bright moments...
Bright moments always come back Vivid.
The 5th great was epic citywide test pressure
The pre-crack era!
Mr. Schollmen, what a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin.
This is bedstuy 82'..
9th floor 3 tiny rooms one view.
Buck-town, Roosevelt house
they green grass is green
our green grass is brown.
Shots rang my phone wasn't touchtone
a heavy beef in the street
ET had to flee
grey heavens! good grief!
hungry bellies!
bright gold on they teeth!
The windows on the Ave look like sad eyes
they fix their sharp gaze on you when you pass by
and if you dare to stand, you can see em cry
you can watch em scowl
feel them prowl
wall and study every inch about you
fast math measuring what you amount to
The laughter, the screams!
the numeral, the song of Psalms
the book of dreams!
ends don't meet where the arms can't reach
mean streets
even when its free it ain't cheap.
on going saga, terminal diagnosis,
basic survival requires super heroics.
No space in the budget for a cake
it's when you gotta fly by night to save the day
crash-landings routinely happen
some survive, others never rise from the ashes.
watching asphalt and observing the Sabbath.
creates an ecstatic and there you have it
from teenage love
praying in tongue
strange fruit, batty boots and native drums
from hence I come
so here we go
signs and wonders all along the road
some lies open
some lies close
some stretchers role with no lies at all.
some riders don't know what they riding for
hands on the wheel and their mind is gone
wherever you ride, whatever your name,
this raw cold life is a beautiful thing
And we are alive in amazing times
delicate hearts, diabolical minds
revelations, hatred, love and war.
and more and more and more and more
and more of less than ever before
it's just too much more for your mind to absorb
It's scary like hell, but there's no doubt
we can't be alive in no time but... NOW!!!
The pre-crack era!
9th floor 3 tiny rooms one view.
Buck-town, Roosevelt house
they green grass is green
our green grass is brown.
a heavy beef in the street
ET had to flee
hungry bellies!
bright gold on they teeth!
they fix their sharp gaze on you when you pass by
and if you dare to stand, you can see em cry
feel them prowl
wall and study every inch about you
fast math measuring what you amount to
the numeral, the song of Psalms
the book of dreams!
mean streets
even when its free it ain't cheap.
on going saga, terminal diagnosis,
basic survival requires super heroics.
it's when you gotta fly by night to save the day
some survive, others never rise from the ashes.
creates an ecstatic and there you have it
praying in tongue
strange fruit, batty boots and native drums
so here we go
signs and wonders all along the road
some lies close
some stretchers role with no lies at all.
some riders don't know what they riding for
wherever you ride, whatever your name,
this raw cold life is a beautiful thing
delicate hearts, diabolical minds
and more and more and more and more
and more of less than ever before
it's just too much more for your mind to absorb
we can't be alive in no time but... NOW!!!
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Correct Lyrics: Bright moments… Bright moments always come back vivid
The fifth grade was epic City wide test pressure The pre-crack era Mr. Schulman; what a prick Attitude match his wardrobe; uglier than sin This is Bedstuy ’82 Ninth floor, three tiny rooms, one view Buck town, Roosevelt house They green grass is green, our green grass is brown Shots rang, my phone wasn’t touch-tone Heavy beef in the street, E.T. had to flee Great heavens, good grief Hungry bellies, bright gold on they teeth
The windows on the ave. look like sad eyes They fix a sharp gaze on ya when you pass by And if you dare to stare you can see ‘em cry You can watch em scowl, feel em prowl ?While they study size? and every inch about you Fast math measuring’ what you amount to The laughter, the screams The number roll, the Song of Songs, the Book of Dreams Ends don’t meet where the arms can’t reach Mean streets, even when it’s free it ain’t cheap Ongoing saga, terminal diagnosis Basic survival requires super heroics No space in the budget for a cake It’s when you gotta fly-by-night to save the day
Crash landings routinely happen Some survive others never rise from the ashes Watch your asphalt and observin’ the Sabbath Creates an ecstatic and there you have it From teenage love, praying tongues Strange fruits, bally boots, and native drums From hence I come to here we go Signs and wonders all along the road Some lines open, some lines closed Some stretches of road with no lines at all Some riders don’t know what they ridin’ for Hands on the wheel and they mind is gone What ever ya ride, what ever ya lane This road called life is a beautiful thing
And we are alive in amazing times Delicate hearts, diabolical minds Revelations, hatred, love, and war And more and more and more and more And more of less than ever before It’s just too much “more” for your mind to absorb It’s scary like hell but there’s no doubt We can’t be alive in no time but NOW
It’s just another shot to the heart It’s just a sure shot in the dark It’s just another place in the stars
Wonders on every side Life in marvelous time (Life in marvelous time)
Ride… everywhere All over the world You can feel it All over the world Feel hiiis spirit rise everywhere
It’s just sure shot to the heart It’s just a sure shot in the dark It’s just another place in the stars
Wonders on every side Life in marvelous time (Life in marvelous time)
Should be:
Should be:
No space in the budget for a CAPE ASSUME you gotta fly by night to save the day
No space in the budget for a CAPE ASSUME you gotta fly by night to save the day
To me this song is about fallen grace, about how people once in there prime, rise up and go back into the life they lived. Mike Tyson comes to mind.
I was convinced it was 'No from in the budget for a cape' rather than cake - this ties in better with the next line about flying by night to save the day.
That's obviously meant to say space not from - not sure what happened there.