Deepspace5 - The Night We Called it a Day lyrics
[Deepspace5 - The Night We Called it a Day lyrics]
Those who need light in they darkest hours
When the moon shines at noontime
And the sun blazes at midnight
Dark and Night coincide
I stay inside and keep the lid tight
Catch sight of the morning that
Passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies
And still the wind blows
Spin slow drawl into a strong voice of reason
Stand in the snow thinking of summer
Just longing for another season
Belong in no particular region
But here I stand- just rocked another show
Just can't remember where I am
And my family's far from here
But the stars are bright this evening
Or this morning or this afternoon
Just got here now I'm leaving
And I sure remember tomorrow just as
Clear as I do yesterday
Never dance with the Devil
Cuz I can't afford the hell to pay
Want to blast through your speakers
Every time your pressing play
Want to fix your phonograph so we
Could set the record straight
Dear God I pray-
Just let me show this world a better way
How you held me to your heart through
All the times I fell away i get to
Say these words and speak my
Piece to captive crowds
Not certain if it's Day or Night but
I know the time is NOW
And if we ever lose the purpose
As a prelude to the sound
Let's just call it a Day
And burn my empire to the ground
Ya, amazingly, the Cask of Amontillado
Cracks wide open to vibrate your bravado
Sewn up escape, body bagging
Like I'm the Count of Monte Cristo
World Tour, DL, Coffee shopping
And we're coming to your Bistro
We show bright when it comes to your ability
I'll be yellin' out homonyms like
I dwell in possibility
We gonna call it a Day
Because I know you're feeling me
Listener, rapper
Potpourri of Life- all synonyms to Cornucopia
I'm so glad you have a wife-
In this wolf eat salmon world
You better grab swords and
Sell your knives or
You'll get chopped by the needle when it
Spins over to my rhymes yo
Rap music guys and self-titled artists alike
Please think twice before you say
Your things on the microphone
I might not be, but I take it seriously
When you really listen to the words
And you're not just hearing me
Day and Night wrong or Right
Spill our guts with every breath on the mic
And hope you call it tight
If it's blind give it sight
If it's Dark make it Light
Some call it Music deepspace calls it Life
Working it out
(out) , placing my feet to concrete
Hitting the street with a vengeance
Stench is so sweet
But bitter we consider every circle we pass
Probably the reason that I'm
Breezing through class
So steadfast we pushed to find
The bush that was burning
Staying determined and yearning
Because the lessons
We learning are life long (life long)
Its my song
I place to erase and transpose all
These average joes with weak flows
Who knows not the true and
Living rose who ascended, blended
With the beat, compete, and apprehended
Today's feeling all right, color at night's
Being blocked by the shocking array
That we play in light
Now I've gone a full day
Without some wackness heard
The ones speaking absurd are
Finally heeding my word (ya right)
And now I'm left with nothing else to say
That'd be the Night that I Called it A Day
(Called it a Day)
I'm gonna throw thoughts to a page
Let 'em fall where they please
Let 'em rise to the sky
Rain down to form seas
An ocean of possibilities to dwell in
Yelling at the top of my lungs convicted
By stone tablets as a felon
A nocturnal being of love since
The dawn of time
Watch the sunrise in both my daughter's eyes
Permanent shine, find my reflection inside
Living to die, dying to live
And all glory given back to God
It was the Night that 24 turned into 12
Had to dust my spiral off
From the top of the shelf on the blank page
Using the utensil of potential
I'm digging in my brain so
I could rip the instrumental
With 20 bars left
And I'm consistent from the intro
Lighting candle sticks
As the rain hit's my window
Need to focus in
Take the topic and let it flow
Got 8 down for the count with 16 to go
The writer's blocks are stepping
Stones towards the metronome
Erasing deadlines with headlines placed
On my poem nocturnal with my journal
A wordplay professor the aggressor
Resembling soda cans under pressure
I'm shaken but not stirred
Deterred from my train of think
Now I'm aligned, readjusted to infuse the ink
I wanna handcuff the hands of time
No grace period allotted for
Here's the sunshine
Day and Night wrong or Right
Spill our guts with every breath on the mic
And hope you call it tight
If it's blind give it sight
If it's Dark make it Light
Some call it Music deepspace calls it Life
Bet I'm casting nets to dredge
The deep blue ways of wet
God's silhouette on watered palettes painted
Pink by suns and set
Burnt from a long day's work
But feeling fine
Tip it's cap and pat the moon
Upon it's back as day declines
Candlelight switch as you slip
Into the evening and curtsy to the sun
As it dips below the ceiling
Feeling sort of satellite
Like the wind beneath my wings
Walk a tightrope for gravity keep
Lunar kites on orbit strings
Man on the moonlight, dream before my time
Like the moon reflects the sun
I make the black begin to shine
Like the moon rewinds the waters
Makes the ocean recline
I collapse your mind I'm Sintax
The melancholy kind redefine the best
Framed fresh in terms of holiness
Bless the mic device 'cuz I get
Nice plus keep a conscious
Hence I split the tense
Mince words like sentence fragments
Moon Dust the bus 'cuz I ain't
In it for the cabbage
The incandescent crescent spit's
His omnipresent flame
But my fame will flicker out my
Name's Sintax the wax and wane
For the name above names
I'm so glad that Christ came
The black burned bright the night
He called it a Day
Shadows step for the One
Unearthing every tongue, run
Underneath the cover of the night time sun
Lungs broken and scraped
Spoken on shattered breaks
Pierce the black hole soul with
My faith as I take
Break Minutes back from father
Time to coordinate seconds
I surround the 11th hour with
Sound as my weapon
Feeling threatened as they sweat the
Syndrome of the wicked
Heading for your auditory where the
Listener would stick it
Fix it with skill when it
Breaks from the construction
Crushing your framework and far
Surpassing your presumption
Sun raised by your score
With notes my surfacing's
Grey matter meteor urban core for Elohim
And when the sun sets some
One lets the mic down we pipe down
Unplug it and leave it tied down
But not before we retire the pen
Knowing tomorrow we'll be back just
To do it again
Uh, shackled and scarred
I still maintain my praise of dark days
A sullen world covered in pain
So from Dusk 'till Dawn, I represent his word
Deepspace 5: sent to serve
We travel in the sands of
The lost and we understand
We battle with the possible chance
You take the cross
On your block, in your speakers dues is paid
We out for a change
In The Night We Called it a Day
Those who need light in they darkest hours
When the moon shines at noontime
And the sun blazes at midnight
Dark and Night coincide
I stay inside and keep the lid tight
Catch sight of the morning that
Passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies
And still the wind blows
Spin slow drawl into a strong voice of reason
Stand in the snow thinking of summer
Just longing for another season
Belong in no particular region
But here I stand- just rocked another show
Just can't remember where I am
And my family's far from here
But the stars are bright this evening
Or this morning or this afternoon
Just got here now I'm leaving
And I sure remember tomorrow just as
Clear as I do yesterday
Never dance with the Devil
Cuz I can't afford the hell to pay
Want to blast through your speakers
Every time your pressing play
Want to fix your phonograph so we
Could set the record straight
Dear God I pray-
Just let me show this world a better way
How you held me to your heart through
All the times I fell away i get to
Say these words and speak my
Piece to captive crowds
Not certain if it's Day or Night but
I know the time is NOW
And if we ever lose the purpose
As a prelude to the sound
Let's just call it a Day
And burn my empire to the ground
Ya, amazingly, the Cask of Amontillado
Cracks wide open to vibrate your bravado
Sewn up escape, body bagging
Like I'm the Count of Monte Cristo
World Tour, DL, Coffee shopping
And we're coming to your Bistro
We show bright when it comes to your ability
I'll be yellin' out homonyms like
I dwell in possibility
We gonna call it a Day
Because I know you're feeling me
Listener, rapper
Potpourri of Life- all synonyms to Cornucopia
I'm so glad you have a wife-
In this wolf eat salmon world
You better grab swords and
Sell your knives or
You'll get chopped by the needle when it
Spins over to my rhymes yo
Rap music guys and self-titled artists alike
Please think twice before you say
Your things on the microphone
I might not be, but I take it seriously
When you really listen to the words
And you're not just hearing me
Day and Night wrong or Right
Spill our guts with every breath on the mic
And hope you call it tight
If it's blind give it sight
If it's Dark make it Light
Some call it Music deepspace calls it Life
Working it out
(out) , placing my feet to concrete
Hitting the street with a vengeance
Stench is so sweet
But bitter we consider every circle we pass
Probably the reason that I'm
Breezing through class
So steadfast we pushed to find
The bush that was burning
Staying determined and yearning
Because the lessons
We learning are life long (life long)
Its my song
I place to erase and transpose all
These average joes with weak flows
Who knows not the true and
Living rose who ascended, blended
With the beat, compete, and apprehended
Today's feeling all right, color at night's
Being blocked by the shocking array
That we play in light
Now I've gone a full day
Without some wackness heard
The ones speaking absurd are
Finally heeding my word (ya right)
And now I'm left with nothing else to say
That'd be the Night that I Called it A Day
(Called it a Day)
I'm gonna throw thoughts to a page
Let 'em fall where they please
Let 'em rise to the sky
Rain down to form seas
An ocean of possibilities to dwell in
Yelling at the top of my lungs convicted
By stone tablets as a felon
A nocturnal being of love since
The dawn of time
Watch the sunrise in both my daughter's eyes
Permanent shine, find my reflection inside
Living to die, dying to live
And all glory given back to God
It was the Night that 24 turned into 12
Had to dust my spiral off
From the top of the shelf on the blank page
Using the utensil of potential
I'm digging in my brain so
I could rip the instrumental
With 20 bars left
And I'm consistent from the intro
Lighting candle sticks
As the rain hit's my window
Need to focus in
Take the topic and let it flow
Got 8 down for the count with 16 to go
The writer's blocks are stepping
Stones towards the metronome
Erasing deadlines with headlines placed
On my poem nocturnal with my journal
A wordplay professor the aggressor
Resembling soda cans under pressure
I'm shaken but not stirred
Deterred from my train of think
Now I'm aligned, readjusted to infuse the ink
I wanna handcuff the hands of time
No grace period allotted for
Here's the sunshine
Day and Night wrong or Right
Spill our guts with every breath on the mic
And hope you call it tight
If it's blind give it sight
If it's Dark make it Light
Some call it Music deepspace calls it Life
Bet I'm casting nets to dredge
The deep blue ways of wet
God's silhouette on watered palettes painted
Pink by suns and set
Burnt from a long day's work
But feeling fine
Tip it's cap and pat the moon
Upon it's back as day declines
Candlelight switch as you slip
Into the evening and curtsy to the sun
As it dips below the ceiling
Feeling sort of satellite
Like the wind beneath my wings
Walk a tightrope for gravity keep
Lunar kites on orbit strings
Man on the moonlight, dream before my time
Like the moon reflects the sun
I make the black begin to shine
Like the moon rewinds the waters
Makes the ocean recline
I collapse your mind I'm Sintax
The melancholy kind redefine the best
Framed fresh in terms of holiness
Bless the mic device 'cuz I get
Nice plus keep a conscious
Hence I split the tense
Mince words like sentence fragments
Moon Dust the bus 'cuz I ain't
In it for the cabbage
The incandescent crescent spit's
His omnipresent flame
But my fame will flicker out my
Name's Sintax the wax and wane
For the name above names
I'm so glad that Christ came
The black burned bright the night
He called it a Day
Shadows step for the One
Unearthing every tongue, run
Underneath the cover of the night time sun
Lungs broken and scraped
Spoken on shattered breaks
Pierce the black hole soul with
My faith as I take
Break Minutes back from father
Time to coordinate seconds
I surround the 11th hour with
Sound as my weapon
Feeling threatened as they sweat the
Syndrome of the wicked
Heading for your auditory where the
Listener would stick it
Fix it with skill when it
Breaks from the construction
Crushing your framework and far
Surpassing your presumption
Sun raised by your score
With notes my surfacing's
Grey matter meteor urban core for Elohim
And when the sun sets some
One lets the mic down we pipe down
Unplug it and leave it tied down
But not before we retire the pen
Knowing tomorrow we'll be back just
To do it again
Uh, shackled and scarred
I still maintain my praise of dark days
A sullen world covered in pain
So from Dusk 'till Dawn, I represent his word
Deepspace 5: sent to serve
We travel in the sands of
The lost and we understand
We battle with the possible chance
You take the cross
On your block, in your speakers dues is paid
We out for a change
In The Night We Called it a Day
Those who need light in they darkest hours
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