Shad - The Greatest Construction Crew lyrics
[Shad - The Greatest Construction Crew lyrics]
Crew is called imagination
The team would have him stationed first
To work on the aspirations
But with him it’s all about having patience
There’s no exact science to his magic making
But imagination’s still the
World’s finest engineer
Who invents by merely paying no
Attention to his peers
Tends to veer from convention and
Has a penchant for beers
Brewed from sunsets he says he
Drinks until his senses clear
He’s Einstein brilliant
With skills to design building spines
No mind is equal
So he spends his time with children on site
He draws the blueprints to set
The plan in motion
So you know he always takes
His time to create designs
Imagination works without tools or drills
He’s not trained
And never went to school for skills
Still, nothing starts ‘til he hit's the site
He often brings his sketches to the foreman
In the middle of the night
Then he heads home ‘til
The next project starts
Leaving the boss to put
Together all the parts
A foreman’s a born leader with
A strong eye for detail
To some it’s surprising that the
Boss is a fe male
But more remarkable is how she starts to
Go once the plans are drawn
Assembling the squad and supplies so the
Job doesn’t die on paper
Whether it’s a song soliloquy
Or strong skyscraper her name is intellect
But her friends call her
Mental just for short, and for jokes
And though she boasts all the credentials
Most incredible of all of her trait's is
Is as small as a shape is
She’s as strong as an ape is
She even does most of the work all on her own
Carrying bricks and stones
But it's tricks don’t check it
Sis' applies physics if the load is heavy
And she always goes slow and steady
Until she knows it’s ready
See, intellect is mathematic, professional
And perpetually pragmatic, but skeptical
So she measures all the angles
And checks the scales she makes plans
Then makes plans for if the plan fails
She also oversees all
The company’s construction
And when the team is finished
There’s just one more part
A specialist to make the creation
A real piece of art
Now heart’s not a craftsman
But all the skill in the world
Adds up to just a fraction
Of the soul in his passion
He makes pieces long lastin’
Like intellect, he’s small and humble
But, if he wasn’t involved
It all would crumble
See, heart applies a polish that
Puts a special shine
On the work that intellect built
And the imagination designed
Plus, he also adds a touch of the divine
To protect from the grind of
The elements over time
Without him, great pieces often go to waste
And he makes the less refined
Unique in every case
He’ll work through all conditions
Even in snow and rain
Somehow pushing himself through
The coldest days
Covered in cuts and scratches
With no complaints, and Novocaine
Just a threshold for pain
That’ll blow your brain
Workin’ through the setback
And when it’s done it’s just
On to the next task