Bunsho
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โฑ๏ธ 5:02 duration
๐ ID: 16979433
๐ Lyrics
I'd just done the best work
to fall into my hands for quite some time:
of night oil I'd burned much,
made sure both style and content were sublime
So I put it forward
to the public forum
in anticipation of my due acclaim.
And meanwhile, by contrast,
I'd penned a eulogy, pure workaday,
just hack work, just dashed off,
packed full of prolix puff and sad cliche...
No-one can really tell
when their hand's been played out well
and I don't even know
how my own story goes
or if it's worth a jot.
I can't see my stream.
What I thought was perfect,
what I thought was polished,
no-one thought it worth much
and they made that clear.
What I thought was worthless,
merely repetition
somehow tugged the heartstrings,
brought them all to tears.
I can't see my stream.
No-one can ever know
what of their own's their very best.
to fall into my hands for quite some time:
of night oil I'd burned much,
made sure both style and content were sublime
So I put it forward
to the public forum
in anticipation of my due acclaim.
And meanwhile, by contrast,
I'd penned a eulogy, pure workaday,
just hack work, just dashed off,
packed full of prolix puff and sad cliche...
No-one can really tell
when their hand's been played out well
and I don't even know
how my own story goes
or if it's worth a jot.
I can't see my stream.
What I thought was perfect,
what I thought was polished,
no-one thought it worth much
and they made that clear.
What I thought was worthless,
merely repetition
somehow tugged the heartstrings,
brought them all to tears.
I can't see my stream.
No-one can ever know
what of their own's their very best.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.14] I'd just done the best work
[00:19.04] to fall into my hands for quite some time:
[00:27.11] of night oil I'd burned much,
[00:37.46] made sure both style and content were sublime
[00:44.68] So I put it forward
[00:50.96] to the public forum
[00:53.79] in anticipation of my due acclaim.
[00:59.17] And meanwhile, by contrast,
[01:07.15] I'd penned a eulogy, pure workaday,
[01:15.28] just hack work, just dashed off,
[01:25.24] packed full of prolix puff and sad cliche...
[01:33.32] No-one can really tell
[01:38.82] when their hand's been played out well
[01:43.38] and I don't even know
[01:53.97] how my own story goes
[02:03.74] or if it's worth a jot.
[02:17.96] I can't see my stream.
[02:46.95] What I thought was perfect,
[02:49.64] what I thought was polished,
[02:51.40] no-one thought it worth much
[02:55.16] and they made that clear.
[02:56.91] What I thought was worthless,
[02:59.67] merely repetition
[03:01.63] somehow tugged the heartstrings,
[03:05.58] brought them all to tears.
[03:35.41] I can't see my stream.
[04:42.54] No-one can ever know
[04:47.92] what of their own's their very best.
[04:58.81]
[00:19.04] to fall into my hands for quite some time:
[00:27.11] of night oil I'd burned much,
[00:37.46] made sure both style and content were sublime
[00:44.68] So I put it forward
[00:50.96] to the public forum
[00:53.79] in anticipation of my due acclaim.
[00:59.17] And meanwhile, by contrast,
[01:07.15] I'd penned a eulogy, pure workaday,
[01:15.28] just hack work, just dashed off,
[01:25.24] packed full of prolix puff and sad cliche...
[01:33.32] No-one can really tell
[01:38.82] when their hand's been played out well
[01:43.38] and I don't even know
[01:53.97] how my own story goes
[02:03.74] or if it's worth a jot.
[02:17.96] I can't see my stream.
[02:46.95] What I thought was perfect,
[02:49.64] what I thought was polished,
[02:51.40] no-one thought it worth much
[02:55.16] and they made that clear.
[02:56.91] What I thought was worthless,
[02:59.67] merely repetition
[03:01.63] somehow tugged the heartstrings,
[03:05.58] brought them all to tears.
[03:35.41] I can't see my stream.
[04:42.54] No-one can ever know
[04:47.92] what of their own's their very best.
[04:58.81]