JDove - The Bright Side [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I was born a king but wasn’t born rich
Said I’m running on an ocean do you see my footprints?

Do you see my footprints?
Lead you to the brighter side you’re easier to convince

Sounded like God when he said that
I looked back and said no that’s not God

Now come correct or will the force of a rod
Left the throne then made a nest in what appears to be an iPod

Do me favor and turn your iPod’s up!
I summon the real it’s time to kill ten-hut!

That means get up I come in peace
For now at least they ask you fight for what

Peace be still collect the dead we don’t bill
Go back to the graveyard to get another refill

Renew I need you this bread will surely feed you
Those diamonds in your watch will get you stoned by a Hebrew

(Chorus)

Look at the bright side…
Is anybody here? If you scream it a little louder
Maybe someone will come and whisper in your ear
Look at the bright side…
Even if you have to feel your way
I told once before what more is there to say
If the glass is half full pay attention to the bright side

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Stay close I know it’s hard to see
This is the journey we face before we see eternity

Eternally we’re immortal
Let the truth get out the earth to me is only foreign soil

Drink the water let your image glow
Bury a life with quick sand if it’s living slow

Welcome to the wild
What makes you think you stand a chance when night devours owls?

Idols chewed up then mixed with bowels
Don’t puppet me with puppetry I’ll spit on all your dolls

Have a lunch with crocodiles we won’t hear your scream for miles
You milk your life for what’s its worth JDove is killing cows

Wow... bitchin Ear plugs... listen
I drop lines in that water go fishin
I say I say I say I say I say don’t be chicken

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Magnificent tales from the innocent
Tired voices yelling out charge the one’s who witnessed it!

Guilt free but guilty as charged
If the dark is hands on that’s a deadly massage

He turned the key and blew up his garage
Now the heat from the flame is giving off a mirage

So sad he’s a dad kiss the tears of his daughter
Instead of blaming self we in turn blame the starter

They're looking for water they’ll find it in glasses
The dirt from the fog is no match for eye lashes

Cynical minds used for life lines
Will end yours till your pores drip cheap wine

The poet who overdoses on cheap rhymes
You’ll find in the afternoon hung swinging from vines

Let this be a lesson to the necks
Don’t move so quick to sign beside x