Blue Scholars - Sagaba lyrics
[Blue Scholars - Sagaba lyrics]
Sister sit's on the steps
Cigarette rests on fingertips
Takes a sip of slow death
Deftly through her lips she blows a kiss
Which I can only resist in vain
She got the gift of gravity
Pulling to ask her name she says, "Sagaba"
What's it mean? She says, "In Ilocano
It translates into suffering"
I'm pondering the irony to conjure up
The fearlessness to find a conversation
She offers me a square
I decline the invitation
It reminds me of the days
When I would chain smoke broken with no hope
Like broken like the manner she spoke
We both two people seeking
Solace and remembrance
And wondering if miracles were meant for us
But intent was just an innocent thought
Between a sister and a brother
Who been building in the guidance of a mother
And the storyteller stops
Waiting for the beat to drop
Gathering his thoughts in the wind
Breathing in like
Now i couldn't stand to see the
Queen breathe her dreams away
And tell me her tomorrow
Will never become today
I say I used to know a woman just like you
Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of
Men who'd often try to
Justify their lies with twisted
Notions of survival
And hide behind their armor when
Karma completes a cycle she replied
That just because I knew a woman well
It doesn't mean I know them all
She begins to bade farewell
Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody
True indeed, sister
But you still need everybody because
We hardly know ourselves if
We know nobody else
And only in our loneliness can
Home become a hell exhale
The cloud in the loudest form of silence
Watches as it rises like suns over horizons
The storyteller stops
Waiting for the beat to drop
Gathering his thoughts in the cloud
Breathing out like
Dreams be the ashes
Burns and thrashing in the wind
Flying out the burning bush
Attached to sister's hand
Who whispers, "word"
Smiling and giving thanks
Living in doubt no longer
As she figures out the riddle to the song
Saying why must we suffer now to
Not suffer later if later
Never comes soon enough to soothe the hatred
And hatred
Is the cancer born out of love's absence
And the absence is the void left
From missing every chance to
Challenge our fates and perhaps
Our very names sister says peace and prayers
For rain and change tosses out her lighter
Walks out of the cipher
For shizzle it starts to drizzle and
Then I begin to write this
Inhale the imagery a queen walking steadily
Effortlessly ready to be
Every woman and now the story teller ends
Waiting for the beat to fade
Gathering his thought near the edge
Of the day like
Cigarette rests on fingertips
Takes a sip of slow death
Deftly through her lips she blows a kiss
Which I can only resist in vain
She got the gift of gravity
Pulling to ask her name she says, "Sagaba"
What's it mean? She says, "In Ilocano
It translates into suffering"
I'm pondering the irony to conjure up
The fearlessness to find a conversation
She offers me a square
I decline the invitation
It reminds me of the days
When I would chain smoke broken with no hope
Like broken like the manner she spoke
We both two people seeking
Solace and remembrance
And wondering if miracles were meant for us
But intent was just an innocent thought
Between a sister and a brother
Who been building in the guidance of a mother
And the storyteller stops
Waiting for the beat to drop
Gathering his thoughts in the wind
Breathing in like
Now i couldn't stand to see the
Queen breathe her dreams away
And tell me her tomorrow
Will never become today
I say I used to know a woman just like you
Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of
Men who'd often try to
Justify their lies with twisted
Notions of survival
And hide behind their armor when
Karma completes a cycle she replied
That just because I knew a woman well
It doesn't mean I know them all
She begins to bade farewell
Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody
True indeed, sister
But you still need everybody because
We hardly know ourselves if
We know nobody else
And only in our loneliness can
Home become a hell exhale
The cloud in the loudest form of silence
Watches as it rises like suns over horizons
The storyteller stops
Waiting for the beat to drop
Gathering his thoughts in the cloud
Breathing out like
Dreams be the ashes
Burns and thrashing in the wind
Flying out the burning bush
Attached to sister's hand
Who whispers, "word"
Smiling and giving thanks
Living in doubt no longer
As she figures out the riddle to the song
Saying why must we suffer now to
Not suffer later if later
Never comes soon enough to soothe the hatred
And hatred
Is the cancer born out of love's absence
And the absence is the void left
From missing every chance to
Challenge our fates and perhaps
Our very names sister says peace and prayers
For rain and change tosses out her lighter
Walks out of the cipher
For shizzle it starts to drizzle and
Then I begin to write this
Inhale the imagery a queen walking steadily
Effortlessly ready to be
Every woman and now the story teller ends
Waiting for the beat to fade
Gathering his thought near the edge
Of the day like