Lost In The Sound
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โฑ๏ธ 3:26 duration
๐ ID: 10892819
๐ Lyrics
Sweet day, you're gonna keep singing
It's night, the pain's so mellow
I come in dark for shadows
Hello, hello for tomorrow
For you, the days are for singing
For me, the phones are ringing
'Til light has gone to night
Hello, hello for tomorrow
Life brings me down in dreams of sound
Sound, sound
Kid we been around for ages
We've been through different styles and phases
Fiddled 'round with riddles, sounds and phrases
Been ripping out some pages
Been to distant towns and cities, from ripping crowds on stages
To saving pennies for equipment with our lousy wages
The way we live is now courageous, 'cause who really does it?
Makes music, stays futureless, fuck it
We've got no food in the stomach
But couldn't care about the fools at the summit
We do this for our MySpace friends
The folks that hope that we might change trends
We young, annoyed, we hungry, unemployed
We just wanna rock a show and hope that everyone enjoyed
The mic's a one-inch void away from my lip
So, drop the beat, so I can bust my shit
I'ma spit it out, bottom to the top
Whether the crowd wanna get up, get out, follow me or not
Sweet day, you're gonna keep singing
It's night, the pain's so mellow
I come in dark for shadows
Hello, hello for tomorrow
For you, the days are for singing
For me, the phones are ringing
'Til light has gone to night
Hello, hello for tomorrow
Life brings me down in dreams of sound
Fed up of trying to lead a better life dog
What a fella gotta do to get a tight job?
Beg in order to get a bit of cheddar like bob
And scheme on whoever's bit of bread I might rob?
Get it right, I use my little head and fight hard
But hell is always round the corner where the weather's like fog
I don't wanna study, be a clever white slob
I wanna write songs, life won't spare the right cards
Where the mic y'all?
'Cause my pen is solid
I made many songs with the money in my petty wallet
I made an album, plenty love it and plenty want it
But I don't know anyone that's ready to spend a damn penny on it
Gulping alcohol, withholding pressure
Homies tell me "Hold your head up", I can barely hold together
Holding my hands out for scraps like your local beggar
I'm broke, I'm fed up, and my shitty goals are pretty hopeless fella
Family like to make me feel like a failure
I believe in what I do so fuck you and what they tell ya
Lonely with a Walkman on, walking around
Talking to myself, feeling lost in the sound, 'cause
Life brings me down in dreams of sound
In dreams of sound
In dreams of sound
It's night, the pain's so mellow
I come in dark for shadows
Hello, hello for tomorrow
For you, the days are for singing
For me, the phones are ringing
'Til light has gone to night
Hello, hello for tomorrow
Life brings me down in dreams of sound
Sound, sound
Kid we been around for ages
We've been through different styles and phases
Fiddled 'round with riddles, sounds and phrases
Been ripping out some pages
Been to distant towns and cities, from ripping crowds on stages
To saving pennies for equipment with our lousy wages
The way we live is now courageous, 'cause who really does it?
Makes music, stays futureless, fuck it
We've got no food in the stomach
But couldn't care about the fools at the summit
We do this for our MySpace friends
The folks that hope that we might change trends
We young, annoyed, we hungry, unemployed
We just wanna rock a show and hope that everyone enjoyed
The mic's a one-inch void away from my lip
So, drop the beat, so I can bust my shit
I'ma spit it out, bottom to the top
Whether the crowd wanna get up, get out, follow me or not
Sweet day, you're gonna keep singing
It's night, the pain's so mellow
I come in dark for shadows
Hello, hello for tomorrow
For you, the days are for singing
For me, the phones are ringing
'Til light has gone to night
Hello, hello for tomorrow
Life brings me down in dreams of sound
Fed up of trying to lead a better life dog
What a fella gotta do to get a tight job?
Beg in order to get a bit of cheddar like bob
And scheme on whoever's bit of bread I might rob?
Get it right, I use my little head and fight hard
But hell is always round the corner where the weather's like fog
I don't wanna study, be a clever white slob
I wanna write songs, life won't spare the right cards
Where the mic y'all?
'Cause my pen is solid
I made many songs with the money in my petty wallet
I made an album, plenty love it and plenty want it
But I don't know anyone that's ready to spend a damn penny on it
Gulping alcohol, withholding pressure
Homies tell me "Hold your head up", I can barely hold together
Holding my hands out for scraps like your local beggar
I'm broke, I'm fed up, and my shitty goals are pretty hopeless fella
Family like to make me feel like a failure
I believe in what I do so fuck you and what they tell ya
Lonely with a Walkman on, walking around
Talking to myself, feeling lost in the sound, 'cause
Life brings me down in dreams of sound
In dreams of sound
In dreams of sound
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.18] Sweet day, you're gonna keep singing
[00:03.56] It's night, the pain's so mellow
[00:06.43] I come in dark for shadows
[00:09.72] Hello, hello for tomorrow
[00:12.78] For you, the days are for singing
[00:15.60] For me, the phones are ringing
[00:18.51] 'Til light has gone to night
[00:21.73] Hello, hello for tomorrow
[00:24.67] Life brings me down in dreams of sound
[00:30.16] Sound, sound
[00:34.09] Kid we been around for ages
[00:36.12] We've been through different styles and phases
[00:38.18] Fiddled 'round with riddles, sounds and phrases
[00:40.58] Been ripping out some pages
[00:42.96] Been to distant towns and cities, from ripping crowds on stages
[00:46.23] To saving pennies for equipment with our lousy wages
[00:50.23] The way we live is now courageous, 'cause who really does it?
[00:53.84] Makes music, stays futureless, fuck it
[00:56.17] We've got no food in the stomach
[00:57.55] But couldn't care about the fools at the summit
[00:59.99] We do this for our MySpace friends
[01:01.98] The folks that hope that we might change trends
[01:05.04] We young, annoyed, we hungry, unemployed
[01:07.46] We just wanna rock a show and hope that everyone enjoyed
[01:11.00] The mic's a one-inch void away from my lip
[01:13.37] So, drop the beat, so I can bust my shit
[01:16.48] I'ma spit it out, bottom to the top
[01:18.71] Whether the crowd wanna get up, get out, follow me or not
[01:23.07] Sweet day, you're gonna keep singing
[01:26.20] It's night, the pain's so mellow
[01:29.15] I come in dark for shadows
[01:32.14] Hello, hello for tomorrow
[01:35.15] For you, the days are for singing
[01:38.17] For me, the phones are ringing
[01:41.07] 'Til light has gone to night
[01:44.24] Hello, hello for tomorrow
[01:47.27] Life brings me down in dreams of sound
[01:51.37] Fed up of trying to lead a better life dog
[01:54.38] What a fella gotta do to get a tight job?
[01:57.03] Beg in order to get a bit of cheddar like bob
[02:00.13] And scheme on whoever's bit of bread I might rob?
[02:02.88] Get it right, I use my little head and fight hard
[02:05.86] But hell is always round the corner where the weather's like fog
[02:09.33] I don't wanna study, be a clever white slob
[02:11.87] I wanna write songs, life won't spare the right cards
[02:15.43] Where the mic y'all?
[02:16.56] 'Cause my pen is solid
[02:17.70] I made many songs with the money in my petty wallet
[02:21.07] I made an album, plenty love it and plenty want it
[02:23.53] But I don't know anyone that's ready to spend a damn penny on it
[02:27.67] Gulping alcohol, withholding pressure
[02:29.96] Homies tell me "Hold your head up", I can barely hold together
[02:32.82] Holding my hands out for scraps like your local beggar
[02:36.09] I'm broke, I'm fed up, and my shitty goals are pretty hopeless fella
[02:39.83] Family like to make me feel like a failure
[02:42.02] I believe in what I do so fuck you and what they tell ya
[02:45.77] Lonely with a Walkman on, walking around
[02:48.22] Talking to myself, feeling lost in the sound, 'cause
[02:51.73] Life brings me down in dreams of sound
[03:05.94] In dreams of sound
[03:17.93] In dreams of sound
[03:20.69]
[00:03.56] It's night, the pain's so mellow
[00:06.43] I come in dark for shadows
[00:09.72] Hello, hello for tomorrow
[00:12.78] For you, the days are for singing
[00:15.60] For me, the phones are ringing
[00:18.51] 'Til light has gone to night
[00:21.73] Hello, hello for tomorrow
[00:24.67] Life brings me down in dreams of sound
[00:30.16] Sound, sound
[00:34.09] Kid we been around for ages
[00:36.12] We've been through different styles and phases
[00:38.18] Fiddled 'round with riddles, sounds and phrases
[00:40.58] Been ripping out some pages
[00:42.96] Been to distant towns and cities, from ripping crowds on stages
[00:46.23] To saving pennies for equipment with our lousy wages
[00:50.23] The way we live is now courageous, 'cause who really does it?
[00:53.84] Makes music, stays futureless, fuck it
[00:56.17] We've got no food in the stomach
[00:57.55] But couldn't care about the fools at the summit
[00:59.99] We do this for our MySpace friends
[01:01.98] The folks that hope that we might change trends
[01:05.04] We young, annoyed, we hungry, unemployed
[01:07.46] We just wanna rock a show and hope that everyone enjoyed
[01:11.00] The mic's a one-inch void away from my lip
[01:13.37] So, drop the beat, so I can bust my shit
[01:16.48] I'ma spit it out, bottom to the top
[01:18.71] Whether the crowd wanna get up, get out, follow me or not
[01:23.07] Sweet day, you're gonna keep singing
[01:26.20] It's night, the pain's so mellow
[01:29.15] I come in dark for shadows
[01:32.14] Hello, hello for tomorrow
[01:35.15] For you, the days are for singing
[01:38.17] For me, the phones are ringing
[01:41.07] 'Til light has gone to night
[01:44.24] Hello, hello for tomorrow
[01:47.27] Life brings me down in dreams of sound
[01:51.37] Fed up of trying to lead a better life dog
[01:54.38] What a fella gotta do to get a tight job?
[01:57.03] Beg in order to get a bit of cheddar like bob
[02:00.13] And scheme on whoever's bit of bread I might rob?
[02:02.88] Get it right, I use my little head and fight hard
[02:05.86] But hell is always round the corner where the weather's like fog
[02:09.33] I don't wanna study, be a clever white slob
[02:11.87] I wanna write songs, life won't spare the right cards
[02:15.43] Where the mic y'all?
[02:16.56] 'Cause my pen is solid
[02:17.70] I made many songs with the money in my petty wallet
[02:21.07] I made an album, plenty love it and plenty want it
[02:23.53] But I don't know anyone that's ready to spend a damn penny on it
[02:27.67] Gulping alcohol, withholding pressure
[02:29.96] Homies tell me "Hold your head up", I can barely hold together
[02:32.82] Holding my hands out for scraps like your local beggar
[02:36.09] I'm broke, I'm fed up, and my shitty goals are pretty hopeless fella
[02:39.83] Family like to make me feel like a failure
[02:42.02] I believe in what I do so fuck you and what they tell ya
[02:45.77] Lonely with a Walkman on, walking around
[02:48.22] Talking to myself, feeling lost in the sound, 'cause
[02:51.73] Life brings me down in dreams of sound
[03:05.94] In dreams of sound
[03:17.93] In dreams of sound
[03:20.69]