Rule 3 - Paperwork
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โฑ๏ธ 5:10 duration
๐ ID: 13385043
๐ Lyrics
The sun hides in its bed
As the warm resonation of a wayward writer's guitar
Meets the air with anticipation of its morning debut
The receiving ears lay unknowingly in silence
Preparing for the constant assault of noise forced on them
By the bustle of the populated city
The music being crafted is a gift, a beautiful example
Of a human being selfless
Spreading the flame of joy's candle to the world flowing around him
Those few seconds of organized sound vanquish the dull hum
Of the everyday
And temporarily free people from routine patterns of thought
The ear catches the sound as it waves through the air
And the brain, sometimes unknowingly
Creatively responds to this curious audible phenomena
The writer's words are one of the few remaining ties
That hold creativity afloat in a sea of monotony
Resulting from the surrounding industrialization
We lit a flame just to watch it burn
Have we lost our roots, our ties to the earth?
What I have seen has made me believe
That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
Instead of planting trees
Kick back, relax
Buddy, don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
There are rules that appeared in place
In our minds, and in there they stay
It's in our heads, why can't you see
That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
Instead of planting seeds
Oh, kick back, relax
Buddy, don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
We hauled our souls to the dull and plain
Where every day felt exactly the same
We've taught our hands the discipline to spread love to the streets
So don't bother us with paperwork
Instead, go plant some trees
Oh (woo!) kick back, relax
Buddy, don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting trees
Buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting seeds
We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of being free
As the warm resonation of a wayward writer's guitar
Meets the air with anticipation of its morning debut
The receiving ears lay unknowingly in silence
Preparing for the constant assault of noise forced on them
By the bustle of the populated city
The music being crafted is a gift, a beautiful example
Of a human being selfless
Spreading the flame of joy's candle to the world flowing around him
Those few seconds of organized sound vanquish the dull hum
Of the everyday
And temporarily free people from routine patterns of thought
The ear catches the sound as it waves through the air
And the brain, sometimes unknowingly
Creatively responds to this curious audible phenomena
The writer's words are one of the few remaining ties
That hold creativity afloat in a sea of monotony
Resulting from the surrounding industrialization
We lit a flame just to watch it burn
Have we lost our roots, our ties to the earth?
What I have seen has made me believe
That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
Instead of planting trees
Kick back, relax
Buddy, don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
There are rules that appeared in place
In our minds, and in there they stay
It's in our heads, why can't you see
That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
Instead of planting seeds
Oh, kick back, relax
Buddy, don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
We hauled our souls to the dull and plain
Where every day felt exactly the same
We've taught our hands the discipline to spread love to the streets
So don't bother us with paperwork
Instead, go plant some trees
Oh (woo!) kick back, relax
Buddy, don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting trees
Buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting seeds
We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of being free
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:19.81] The sun hides in its bed
[00:22.44] As the warm resonation of a wayward writer's guitar
[00:25.78] Meets the air with anticipation of its morning debut
[00:32.40] The receiving ears lay unknowingly in silence
[00:36.29] Preparing for the constant assault of noise forced on them
[00:39.78] By the bustle of the populated city
[00:44.45] The music being crafted is a gift, a beautiful example
[00:48.54] Of a human being selfless
[00:50.59] Spreading the flame of joy's candle to the world flowing around him
[00:56.44] Those few seconds of organized sound vanquish the dull hum
[01:00.21] Of the everyday
[01:02.09] And temporarily free people from routine patterns of thought
[01:07.35] The ear catches the sound as it waves through the air
[01:10.93] And the brain, sometimes unknowingly
[01:14.32] Creatively responds to this curious audible phenomena
[01:19.44] The writer's words are one of the few remaining ties
[01:21.98] That hold creativity afloat in a sea of monotony
[01:26.74] Resulting from the surrounding industrialization
[01:31.48] We lit a flame just to watch it burn
[01:39.34] Have we lost our roots, our ties to the earth?
[01:48.24] What I have seen has made me believe
[01:59.19] That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
[02:01.49] Instead of planting trees
[02:05.38]
[02:13.55] Kick back, relax
[02:15.74] Buddy, don't have a heart attack
[02:17.81] What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
[02:22.13] It's your loss, not mine
[02:25.06] We just wanted to improve the lives
[02:26.95] Of all those people trapped inside
[02:29.46] Dealing with the paperwork
[02:32.63]
[02:49.60] There are rules that appeared in place
[02:56.56] In our minds, and in there they stay
[02:58.60] It's in our heads, why can't you see
[03:03.79] That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
[03:06.06] Instead of planting seeds
[03:08.08] Oh, kick back, relax
[03:11.27] Buddy, don't have a heart attack
[03:13.22] What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
[03:17.42] It's your loss, not mine
[03:20.37] We just wanted to improve the lives
[03:22.46] Of all those people trapped inside
[03:24.84] Dealing with the paperwork
[03:28.01]
[03:54.26] We hauled our souls to the dull and plain
[03:58.71] Where every day felt exactly the same
[04:03.16] We've taught our hands the discipline to spread love to the streets
[04:08.28] So don't bother us with paperwork
[04:10.66] Instead, go plant some trees
[04:12.55] Oh (woo!) kick back, relax
[04:15.93] Buddy, don't have a heart attack
[04:17.74] What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
[04:22.00] It's your loss, not mine
[04:25.18] We just wanted to improve the lives
[04:27.05] Of all those people trapped inside
[04:29.49] Dealing with the paperwork
[04:32.72]
[04:50.03] We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting trees
[04:54.68] Buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting seeds
[04:59.21] We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of being free
[05:03.36]
[00:22.44] As the warm resonation of a wayward writer's guitar
[00:25.78] Meets the air with anticipation of its morning debut
[00:32.40] The receiving ears lay unknowingly in silence
[00:36.29] Preparing for the constant assault of noise forced on them
[00:39.78] By the bustle of the populated city
[00:44.45] The music being crafted is a gift, a beautiful example
[00:48.54] Of a human being selfless
[00:50.59] Spreading the flame of joy's candle to the world flowing around him
[00:56.44] Those few seconds of organized sound vanquish the dull hum
[01:00.21] Of the everyday
[01:02.09] And temporarily free people from routine patterns of thought
[01:07.35] The ear catches the sound as it waves through the air
[01:10.93] And the brain, sometimes unknowingly
[01:14.32] Creatively responds to this curious audible phenomena
[01:19.44] The writer's words are one of the few remaining ties
[01:21.98] That hold creativity afloat in a sea of monotony
[01:26.74] Resulting from the surrounding industrialization
[01:31.48] We lit a flame just to watch it burn
[01:39.34] Have we lost our roots, our ties to the earth?
[01:48.24] What I have seen has made me believe
[01:59.19] That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
[02:01.49] Instead of planting trees
[02:05.38]
[02:13.55] Kick back, relax
[02:15.74] Buddy, don't have a heart attack
[02:17.81] What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
[02:22.13] It's your loss, not mine
[02:25.06] We just wanted to improve the lives
[02:26.95] Of all those people trapped inside
[02:29.46] Dealing with the paperwork
[02:32.63]
[02:49.60] There are rules that appeared in place
[02:56.56] In our minds, and in there they stay
[02:58.60] It's in our heads, why can't you see
[03:03.79] That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
[03:06.06] Instead of planting seeds
[03:08.08] Oh, kick back, relax
[03:11.27] Buddy, don't have a heart attack
[03:13.22] What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
[03:17.42] It's your loss, not mine
[03:20.37] We just wanted to improve the lives
[03:22.46] Of all those people trapped inside
[03:24.84] Dealing with the paperwork
[03:28.01]
[03:54.26] We hauled our souls to the dull and plain
[03:58.71] Where every day felt exactly the same
[04:03.16] We've taught our hands the discipline to spread love to the streets
[04:08.28] So don't bother us with paperwork
[04:10.66] Instead, go plant some trees
[04:12.55] Oh (woo!) kick back, relax
[04:15.93] Buddy, don't have a heart attack
[04:17.74] What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
[04:22.00] It's your loss, not mine
[04:25.18] We just wanted to improve the lives
[04:27.05] Of all those people trapped inside
[04:29.49] Dealing with the paperwork
[04:32.72]
[04:50.03] We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting trees
[04:54.68] Buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting seeds
[04:59.21] We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of being free
[05:03.36]