Sandpeople - Face In The Clouds [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sapient]

I am a pioneer with the ways I think
I’m cradling my giant sphere
Though the angels speak inside my ears
This place I’ve grown to love
Where love is all in vain
Where I see the palace in the gutter
And feed my hunger pangs
My lungs burst satiated with the emptiness
My love turns to one verse
Though my brain’s not yet convinced
A classic recipe to cook up some excellence
The sessions get sparse when the good luck has exited
But I awoke to a pretty fresh day
Although I had a splitting headache
And I’m feeling stretched way too thin
Reduced to puttin my dues in
It’s what we do 'til our music gets played
Speaking with the force to supplement your well being
Compels people to support, I don’t have to sell things
I write it, read it, and record it, the feeling is euphoric
Figure out what my message is then come tell me

(Don't look down)
(Don't look down)
(Don't look down)
(Don't look down)

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds
I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds
I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

[Onlyone]
Pipe dreams, reverend does not stand in your place
Sights gleam from a weapon shot a man in the face
Life seems long as seconds drop to the sand and pray
Lightning from the heavens crawls as I stand in his grace
From the blood of the wishful and darkness I will shine
Cut from the thistle marked by design
There’s no love within you when your partisans divine
That’s why my mother fucking pencil is sharper than your mind
They say god is us in likenesses we created him
I’m modest of the right I did and silence when I pray to him
I’m conscious of your righteousness Your Highness has forsaken him
For god is love, the life you live and what you choose to make of it
They powdered the issues of power they misuse
Fistfuls of tissues, palms of blood
In the hours I give you flowers will shrivel
Underneath the whistles of the missiles that they launch at us

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds
I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds
I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

[Gold] [BusDriver?]
I’m a matador sort blanket up the bull
I’m a waiter in such making sure that your glass is half full
Anything less is uncivil for the simple who bare his soul
Riddled by a ripple of rhythm cycles
And I know what it's like to suck at life
Shit I’m alive though, so I must be doing something right
And if I took it any further
I'd take two trips out the beaker
Before I reach the Bunsen burner
In term the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree
In terms of this battle doesn’t fall too far from you and me
And it's as real as a heartbeat
And still I put my face out in the crowd in case god forgot me
And honestly I can pay homage in a minute y’all
It was probably that I’m lost in the start of what will finish all
And yeah these are tryin' times so we just do this
I keep my head up so you’ll always see my face through this music

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds
I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds
I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd