My Honesty
作词 : Samuel Gregson Slocum/Fernando Wolinsk Miklos de Noronha Dale/Laila Wayans/Skyler Knapp/Nicolas Brunstein
作曲 : Samuel Gregson Slocum/Fernando Wolinsk Miklos de Noronha Dale/Laila Wayans/Skyler Knapp/Nicolas Brunstein
Spit it out,
Or let it drip back down your spine,
Ages like wine,
Another line,
An erotic discontinuation of the time
So anyway I take a look at these hands
And I how they move up and down and all through the space,
So tell me,
Is it really what it’s worth?
Or is it buried underground being washed over by the earth?
Honesty, my honesty
Back to the wall,
Turning heads in the sprawl,
You were a jump,
I was a fall
Symbols of past corrode and surpass,
Give me a moment and make it my last
As a matter of fact, honest and abstract,
Step from the painting, get stuck in the act,
Is it really what it’s worth? Or is it just a sound of a sound shuttered down behind a word?
My honesty, my honesty,
Where do you go from here?
Dishonesty
And so the kids burrow themselves,
Down beneath the burned out remnants
Of the places they once called home.
On the cave walls they paint images of jazz, and forge alters to the heroes of past.
And they saw the best minds of their generation, only in memory, separated by a screen, machine to machine, task after task, an abundance of nothing, you ask the alter, he’ll tell you: “let it all go on.”
My honesty, my honesty,
Where do you go from here?
Dishonesty
My HonestyLRC歌词
[00:00.00] 作词 : Samuel Gregson Slocum/Fernando Wolinsk Miklos de Noronha Dale/Laila Wayans/Skyler Knapp/Nicolas Brunstein
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Samuel Gregson Slocum/Fernando Wolinsk Miklos de Noronha Dale/Laila Wayans/Skyler Knapp/Nicolas Brunstein
[00:29.46]Spit it out,
[00:31.56]Or let it drip back down your spine,
[00:35.10]Ages like wine,
[00:37.23]Another line,
[00:39.03]An erotic discontinuation of the time
[00:44.79]So anyway I take a look at these hands
[00:47.40]And I how they move up and down and all through the space,
[00:51.27]So tell me,
[00:52.62]Is it really what it’s worth?
[00:54.51]Or is it buried underground being washed over by the earth?
[01:08.01]Honesty, my honesty
[01:31.17]Back to the wall,
[01:32.43]Turning heads in the sprawl,
[01:34.98]You were a jump,
[01:36.84]I was a fall
[01:38.73]Symbols of past corrode and surpass,
[01:42.66]Give me a moment and make it my last
[01:46.38]As a matter of fact, honest and abstract,
[01:50.22]Step from the painting, get stuck in the act,
[01:54.03]Is it really what it’s worth? Or is it just a sound of a sound shuttered down behind a word?
[02:01.38]My honesty, my honesty,
[02:04.83]Where do you go from here?
[02:07.26]Dishonesty
[02:21.51]And so the kids burrow themselves,
[02:24.15]Down beneath the burned out remnants
[02:26.97]Of the places they once called home.
[02:30.24]On the cave walls they paint images of jazz, and forge alters to the heroes of past.
[02:37.20]And they saw the best minds of their generation, only in memory, separated by a screen, machine to machine, task after task, an abundance of nothing, you ask the alter, he’ll tell you: “let it all go on.”
[03:21.99]My honesty, my honesty,
[03:25.41]Where do you go from here?
[03:27.90]Dishonesty
