Radical Something - Ghost Town [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

This city’s a ghost town
I live in a ghost town

[Outasight]:

Say goodbye to your friends
The lost love that never had a chance
Where the music’s too slow and the light’s too low
But damn, you still wanna dance
Got all the answers but don’t raise your hand
Asking for a little break but nothing wants to bend
And who needs real when you can just pretend
It’s all okay, maybe in the end
Heading up I’m trying to make a little sense
Want you to play the game while I’m riding on the bench
Getting worries you’re the only one convinced
That it all comes easy it’ll all be a sinch
Some how some way I’m screwed without a wrench
I’ma twist and turn ‘til I’m out the hole again
Drift away like I’m blowing in the wind
My regards I’ll send

Where’d all the real people go?
Everybody chasing their money, money
If you don’t sell your soul
The people gonna look at you funny, funny
This city’s a ghost town
I live in a ghost town
This city’s a ghost town
I live in a ghost town

[Loggy]:

I can’t shake the feeling of another defeat
But I can’t hate the feeling of ‘em tugging my sleeve
This whole town’s a ghost town—nothing’s for free
This old road I go down’s nothing to me
This crowd is so loud, I know they're so down
Cuz we do it for the kingdom and not the crown
Rock out, rock out, it’s what makes me believe
A generation’s out there chasing its dreams
They look to me, cuz nowadays I'm in it
Coming up a little smart they’d say I’m different
Now I play the part for some peaceful livin’
But I’m always on the road, so they say I’m trippin’
Back on the map its all gotta happen
Involved in the Jacksons
Never put cash over rappin’, it fragments the passion
Then its lights, camera, sell out, you might get some action

[Hook]

[Kinetics]:
I feel like I been mopin' around in a ghost town
Awoke alone in a motel and I'm grossed out
Cause no one's around, so I'm screamin' with a soar throat
Sendin' out an S.O.S. in Morse code
Cause I don't understand where the love and support goes
Lord knows, if you don't have a dollar, the doors close
I'm bored of award shows and horrible wardrobes
I'd rather pour a 40 than order a Bordeaux
But yo, that's just me, I ain't charmin' at all
I go to Carnegie Hall, fall, and barf on the wall
Cause I'd rather be a mess with half of my mind gone
Than act like I'm James Bond and have a disguise on
Cause son, when it's all done, you become who you pretend to be
All that means to me is that eventually
The person that you used to be is no longer remembered
And the person that you have become now is nothing but a pretender, whatever

[Hook]