Astronautalis - Oceanwalk [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
40 steps to the end of the private lives
54 steps on to the upturned hand
233 steps towards the hidden garden
527 steps to the lion’s mountain
184 steps to the etching box
376 steps to the walking planks
433 steps to the watchtower on the sea
17 steps down to the beach

[Verse 1]
I saw the door and I looked through the entrance
Stare down night sky, dot pattern seeming endless
Broken friendship, dandy dog on leash
Door latch caught spot, shoe stomp on street
Tape deck plays and the reels will spin
Suburb sound close down as boom-bap begin
Red face hide in the shades of the trees
As buggered blue moonlight pass through the leaves
Carry out my concerning deeds in the depravation of the darkness
The com-com-comfort of cave-dweller locked inside of apartment
Spark this with the marked mistakes of minors learning
How to build a better book of matches by watching the fire burning
Count all my dreams on a pair of Pinocchio fingers
And trace the trail back home by the tumbling splinters
A silly beginner, basic apprentice aggression
In the absence of a master, trying to make up my own lesson

[Bridge]
Who knew I would, I would wait such a long time
Who knew I would, I would wait such a long time

[Hook]
From the dreams to leaves to the cracks in the pavement
To the roaches and rats to the armoured cars pacing
From the spies to the thieves to the cross-eyed complainers
To the... ain't that long when you count out the paces
From the breach to the tracks to the aliens with statements
To the grief to the crap that they all want to wade in
To the forth and back, the forth and back
There is no turning back, back, back, back again

[Verse 2]
Secrets explode whether you mean it or not
I locked my dreams with the right keys but I worked the wrong lock
The strong box screws split quick before I could retighten
I learned lightening strikes and leaves before language leaks it lightens
The waking of the dead to live and work with the freaks
I was a vampire roaming streets when I would swear I'is a sleep
The beeping of the buzzer burn my brain the next day
I tried to brush my teeth but never could remove the blood stains
A double life of moonlighting grows tiring from trying
If you got to work a day job and keep the villagers from rioting
The list of lies, lengthened longer, left life laymen honest
Invited the world into my home to show the bones stacked in my closet
A dumb little skeleton walking miles to chase a silly dream
Stubborn skull, split shoes, punctuated by abrasive feet
All the while stalking, walking, awkward through the night
In the stomach of the suburbs with a dog by my side

[Hook x3]