Gilbere Forte, Freelance Whales - 1st Floor lyrics
[Gilbere Forte, Freelance Whales - 1st Floor lyrics]
We get up early just to
Start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to
Get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways
That we could be friends
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself:
"Is life worth living, do I ask for help?"
Headed to the studio to speak what I meant to
2, 000 hours of shit you ain't been through
I can be your voice so the world can hear you
Bring you closer to your dream if
Your dreams ain't near you
Open up your eyes when you look in the sky
Let my music be your wings
When you're ready to fly
We get up early just to
Start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to
Get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways
That we could be friends
The days, the nights, two halves of my life
Two half of whats right
The rights of my fight
We are the generators of the flashing lights
So we can pull the plug whenever we like
Goals, means for self esteem
To wash away our flaws
We don't need no cream
This is who I am, what god made me to be
Gilbere Forte and 87 dreams
We keep on churning and the lights
Inside the house turned on
And in our native language we
Are chanting ancient songs
And when we quiet down the
House chants on without us
We get up early just to
Start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to
Get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways
That we could be friends
Start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to
Get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways
That we could be friends
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself:
"Is life worth living, do I ask for help?"
Headed to the studio to speak what I meant to
2, 000 hours of shit you ain't been through
I can be your voice so the world can hear you
Bring you closer to your dream if
Your dreams ain't near you
Open up your eyes when you look in the sky
Let my music be your wings
When you're ready to fly
We get up early just to
Start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to
Get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways
That we could be friends
The days, the nights, two halves of my life
Two half of whats right
The rights of my fight
We are the generators of the flashing lights
So we can pull the plug whenever we like
Goals, means for self esteem
To wash away our flaws
We don't need no cream
This is who I am, what god made me to be
Gilbere Forte and 87 dreams
We keep on churning and the lights
Inside the house turned on
And in our native language we
Are chanting ancient songs
And when we quiet down the
House chants on without us
We get up early just to
Start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to
Get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways
That we could be friends