Cory Branan - The No-Hit Wonder [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Years of living blood to string
Years of living hand to mouth
Years just getting gig to gig
East to west, north to south

Well, he could have been making a killing
Peddling a dream
But if you've found him at all
You've found him just scraping a living
Blood to string

Sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing 'Shovel me under'
Boys, it is what is

It is what it is

But he broke free from the way they raised him
He knows a heart is hell enough
And never full
He never sang that music would save him
He knows never trust in evangelicals

He said "You want to know what true love feels like?
It's the next best thing to death
It feels like after an elbowed windpipe
Just before the next breath
Just before the next breath"

So with your next breath:

Sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing 'Shovel me under'
Boys, it is what is

It is what it is

But at night he could hear the fireworks
From his tunnel underground
And he carved himself a little crawlspace
Just to lay his body down
Just to fade out of sound
To the thunder under town

So sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing 'Shovel me under'
Boys, it is what is

It is what it is

It is what it is
Is what it is

It is what it is
(Blood to string)

Years of living blood to string
Years of living hand to mouth
Years just getting gig to gig
East to west, north to south

Years of living blood to string
Years of living hand to mouth
Years just getting gig to gig to gig to gig
East to south