Shad, Brett Fliesser - Listen lyrics
[Shad, Brett Fliesser - Listen lyrics]
Listening to "Strange Fruit", Jeru and Beirut
Trying to listen to Jesus is
Hard as fake boobs
At times I stay tuned hear the
Bread break and grape juice
And Grey Goose Gospel prelude
Let it play through
I'm listening to Mr j medeiros and Nicolay
While I'm hearing drips of rain
Hit against the window pane
Hit's on tape, Hit Parade 1968
When it plays I hear
The bullets penetrate MLK
Soul levitates when the plane
Starts to escalate
Top Gun, Take My Breath Away
It's time to press and play
Drop the needle then step away
Hear what's said
Off the record before there's
Nothing left to say
Listen
In my room listening to Sermon, Gershwin
Earth, Wind & Fire
Listening to persons I admire
Searching for Higher Learning like
Ice Cube on iTunes
Listening to grown men rapping
Like it's high school
Listening to friends talk
Hearing my pen stop used to write first
Now I try to listen then jot
Listening to Pop like Redenbachs
City to the boondocks
Can't you hear the games like a jukebox?
Cause you gotta pay to play
And there's no lay-away
Hear a few folks caught in real snares
No 808
Real talk, like vocals going straight to tape
I say it straight and never twice
No fake delay listen with the volume down
Push the sound back
If every life's a movie all our soundtracks
Sound like sound clash
All our sounds bleeding in
To each other no sound reasoning, stop
Breathe again
And music is a great way to heal
And a safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world, a gateway to real
It's a great way to heal
A safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world, a gateway to real
Listening to sounds in a space that's vacant
Profound and deep, underground as basements
And quiet as kept, what I found is sacred
A sage said silence is the sound of patience
Trying to listen to Jesus is
Hard as fake boobs
At times I stay tuned hear the
Bread break and grape juice
And Grey Goose Gospel prelude
Let it play through
I'm listening to Mr j medeiros and Nicolay
While I'm hearing drips of rain
Hit against the window pane
Hit's on tape, Hit Parade 1968
When it plays I hear
The bullets penetrate MLK
Soul levitates when the plane
Starts to escalate
Top Gun, Take My Breath Away
It's time to press and play
Drop the needle then step away
Hear what's said
Off the record before there's
Nothing left to say
Listen
In my room listening to Sermon, Gershwin
Earth, Wind & Fire
Listening to persons I admire
Searching for Higher Learning like
Ice Cube on iTunes
Listening to grown men rapping
Like it's high school
Listening to friends talk
Hearing my pen stop used to write first
Now I try to listen then jot
Listening to Pop like Redenbachs
City to the boondocks
Can't you hear the games like a jukebox?
Cause you gotta pay to play
And there's no lay-away
Hear a few folks caught in real snares
No 808
Real talk, like vocals going straight to tape
I say it straight and never twice
No fake delay listen with the volume down
Push the sound back
If every life's a movie all our soundtracks
Sound like sound clash
All our sounds bleeding in
To each other no sound reasoning, stop
Breathe again
And music is a great way to heal
And a safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world, a gateway to real
It's a great way to heal
A safe place to feel
Trapped in this fake world, a gateway to real
Listening to sounds in a space that's vacant
Profound and deep, underground as basements
And quiet as kept, what I found is sacred
A sage said silence is the sound of patience