Atmosphere — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Between The Lines
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Between The Lines » de Atmosphere.
Paroles
(What it tis it taint, & What it taint it tis
Its the theme of where we’re goin')
See the police man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind those shades
Feel the summer’s crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
Its the surface sweat the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight
Irritated and constipated
And its all covered player hated, funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man with a gun
Riding that thin line between the program and the sun
And I don’t hate you, tryin to relate to Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
Ill die to pull the plug on your machine
And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
And I just might just kill myself (somebody)
Can you see her?
She spends her whole day in a theater
Livin her time in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & goes she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
But if they only knew
About the thoughts that she can’t seem to stop from comin through
Comin' across
At a loss for dialouge
Walkin through the fog
With her eyes closed & her mind gone
And now she lives in the films that she sees
And daydreams that she kills us repeatedly
I’m impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers
Lovely little *case*study castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee movie
And someday, oneday, when the credits roll
She’ll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we’ll know what depth awake touches sleep
Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep
And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
And I just might just kill somebody (my body)
He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time
Sometimes he’d make them up right off the top of his mind
After doin shows for years, gettin respect from peers
Killed the ego, lookin at these people like *they* weird
Road trips, turn to head trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric ettiqute
Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem
But it seems as if he doesn’t see it or hasn’t felt a thing
Records sell well but still undergound
Travels town to town
Holdin hands with fans that love his sound
When it comes around *let*s hope you can enjoy it Don’t slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
That here now stands only the shadow of a man
Havin a hard time with life on a drumroll
Walkin that high-wire, passin it off is humble
But it’s a thin line, between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & read to his child
But tonight’s the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit both of his wrists backstage
Onwards, forwards contin*uos*, renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards, forwards contin*uos* renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards, forwards contin*uos* renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Nothing but love for the music and its offspring
Bouncin' off the boxsprings just tryin to make it to the cross*ings*
I just might just…
I just might just…
I just might just…
Traduction des paroles
Faites-moi marcher la ligne mince entre peu profonde et profonde
Et je vais peut-être juste trouver quelqu'un
Et je pourrais juste aimer quelqu'un
Et je pourrais juste sentir quelqu'un
Et je pourrais juste tuer quelqu'un (mon corps)
Il avait l'habitude d'écrire ses rimes et de réciter ses lignes tout le temps
Parfois, il les inventait directement dans son esprit
Après doin montre pendant des années, gettin respect de pairs
Tué l'ego, regardant ces gens comme * ils * bizarre
La route des voyages, tour de tête voyages
Est devenu une faim de sédatifs et essentric ettiqute
L'optimisme doit se nourrir de l'estime de soi
Mais il semble qu'il ne le voit pas ou n'a rien senti
Les disques se vendent bien mais toujours sous terre
Voyage de ville à ville
Holdin mains avec des fans qui aiment son son
Quand il vient autour*let * s espérons que vous pouvez en profiter ne ralentissez pas l'élan, peur qu'il pourrait le détruire quand il arrête de serrer la main, je doute qu'ils comprennent
Qui ici est maintenant que l'ombre d'un homme
Havin un moment difficile avec la vie sur un roulement de tambour
Walkin que High-wire, passin It off est humble
Mais c'est une ligne mince, entre les cris et les sourires
Vu les miles, wishin il peut rentrer à la maison et lire à son enfant
Mais ce soir est le dernier jour, mettez le cul dans le cendrier
Verrouillé la porte et fendu ses deux poignets dans les coulisses
En avant, en avant contin * uos*, renaissance
Encore, l'ignorance enveloppée à l'intérieur de l'innocence
En avant, en avant continue * UOS * renaissance
Encore, l'ignorance enveloppée à l'intérieur de l'innocence
En avant, en avant continue * UOS * renaissance
Encore, l'ignorance enveloppée à l'intérieur de l'innocence
Rien que l'amour pour la musique et sa progéniture
Bouncin' off le sommier juste tryin pour se rendre à la croix*ings*
Je vais peut-être juste…
Je vais peut-être juste…
Je vais peut-être juste…