Deepspace 5 — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Murder Creek
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Murder Creek » de Deepspace 5.
Paroles
I carry my heart in a name-brand box with a handle
A suitcase, briefwould be an over-exaggeration
Many vandals have ravaged and torn at the toughest of my armored skin
Eventually, I’ll be able to tear back the masses
Stomach to walls of hurt within, smiling deadly slant-toothed grins
With so much tactic, it’s the saddest of sights, I confess
But the loss of a tongue would be the end of all destruction
And all countless empathetic waverings
Sung timidly, but in the end, it’s my doubt, yes
That overshadows my victory and a war against all the fears
That I’ve already conquered, I sit defeated and cry
Wondering why they’re here and who took them from the cell?
And who has the key? I see it pressed deep in the palms of greed
Chuckling at my misfortune, Murder Creek
Is the place to go and drink, the scene is set, dig deep
Grip mud on the banks and drain your emotions until you weep
On the banks of Murder Creek where it hurts hearts to speak
I wonder if it’s worth all the nights I’ve lost sleep
Still at peace with the breeze that the globe’s been given
We’ll dredge Murder Creek to keep this life worth living
It’s the Terrific and I’m picking up plastic from the highway
If you love to litter, wave your can and sling it sideways
Got some Styrofoam? Burn it in your driveway!
Join me felling forests on every other Friday
My way of living is beginning to get me torn
I was born for mass consumption plus I love to global warm
When I perform I form a coastal storm
Even the greenhouse affected, my breath is above the norm
Cursed Mother Earth to scorn and treaded upon her beauty
Looked creation in her eyes and refused to let her move me I made a movie just to mock the many who really care
Brought kerosene to Earth Day and I burned the forest bare
Then blare my boombox just to noise pollute the air
Knee deep in Murder Creek where the river runs red
Head on river bled but I was fed by blackbird
Now the whispers in the wind tend to blow backwards
And the grass turns brown and the trees don’t grow
And the sky hits the ground and the river runs low
There’s more to this life than getting what you want
But we’ve got Mother Nature bound in the trunk
What’s known of God is manifest in His creation
Defacing the earth is disrespecting His reputation
Man is without excuse when the message is so blatant
Defacing the earth is disrespecting His reputation
My thoughts recycle themselves before I spit my flow
I bring light to a planet to fill up these black holes
Wack flows get thrown out the session, blessings are real
I speak life; my mic held high, never concealed
But out the mouths of men, death is heavily manifested
Consequences echo blind through the vision of mankind
It’s the image of self made tangible in these last days
Palms disconnected, infected with man-praise
Dead words with flesh erode out the alphabet
Before meaning is found, ya’ll making that sound
Take back those things you never meant, said in vain
Hate comes in triplets, so I’ll hold 3 scopes and take aim
Murder in the name of God, venom is now spit
I can’t listen to most rappers, cause they ain’t saying nothing
So I sit and wait for my Labklik tape
Soon to be on CD, press play and rotate
Traduction des paroles
Tête sur la rivière bled mais j'ai été nourri par Merle
Maintenant les chuchotements dans le vent ont tendance à souffler en arrière
Et l'herbe devient brune et les arbres ne poussent pas
Et le ciel frappe le sol et la rivière coule bas
Il y a plus dans cette vie que d'obtenir ce que vous voulez
Mais nous avons Mère Nature attachée dans le coffre
Ce qui est connu de Dieu est manifeste dans sa création
Défigurer la Terre est irrespectueux de sa réputation
L'homme est sans excuse quand le message est si flagrant
Défigurer la Terre est irrespectueux de sa réputation
Mes pensées se recyclent avant que je crache mon flux
J'apporte de la lumière à une planète pour remplir ces trous noirs
Wack flux d'obtenir jeté par la session, les bénédictions sont réels
Je parle la vie; mon micro tenu haut, jamais caché
Mais dans la bouche des hommes, la mort se manifeste fortement
Conséquences écho aveugle à travers la vision de l'humanité
C'est l'image de self made tangible dans ces derniers jours
Paumes déconnectées, infectées par l'homme-louange
Les mots morts avec de la chair érodent l'alphabet
Avant que le sens ne soit trouvé, vous ferez ce son
Reprenez ces choses que vous n'avez jamais voulu dire, dit en vain
La haine vient en triplets, donc je vais tenir 3 scopes et viser
Meurtre au nom de Dieu, le venin est maintenant craché
Je ne peux pas écouter la plupart des rappeurs, parce qu'ils ne disent rien
Alors je m'assois et j'attends ma bande de Labklik
Bientôt sur CD, appuyez sur play et faites pivoter