paroles de chanson Alabaster - Bear Cole

I see shades of alabaster
While I lie here on the floor
Tucked in sheets of crumbled sprinkled plaster
That I ripped out of the walls
Because I'm a broken bastard
I'm a critical disaster
I'm the Bible's final chapter
I'm the aftershock of cancer

I'm free as the sculptures that you see
In Egyptian gypsum alabaster
My dad's translucent beads

I see shades of alabaster
While I hide here in the corner
Like your Grandpa's stratocaster
That you took down to the pawn
Because we're all just broken bastards
Just barely mobile dancers
Love scenes without an actor
Millions of cheetahs running backward

I'm free as my father stringing beads
As your Catholic ancestors
Standing back up off their knees
I need to finally sing a song in key
Finally break out of this alabaster
See, it's okay to be me

I see shades of alabaster
In sandstone walls and canyons
Guns and screaming cannons
In castles that rise to the sky
I see shades of alabaster
In whiskey barrels and gin
Within my sun-scorched skin
And even in sad hazel eyes

I'm free as my pretty melody
As everyone's ancestors
As they swung like beads through leafy trees
I need to finally sing a song in key
Finally string my alabaster
Know that my family is here with me

I see shades of alabaster
As I stand here in this church
And realize that no one has master
And I was just born in their after
To try to clean up their disaster
Clean up the ashes of skin
On the floor where they all gather
It's really nice that your all together

But now that the world is burning faster
Can we all just admit our sins?
Now that the world is burning faster
Can we all just admit our sins?

I'm free as Stevie stringing beads
As all of our ancestors
When history finally let's them be
I need to finally sing a song in key
Finally burn off this alabaster
Know that it's okay to be free

I'm free as our Grandmas were in church
Because hurt people love to hurt
And the hurt don't know their worth (I need me a madder her)
I need to finally sing a song in key
Finally lay me down in an alabaster
Bury our evil past with me (and she was crazy)

I see shades of alabaster
As I dust off all this plaster
I think we're all just scared little bastards
So no person has a master
I see shades of alabaster
You bought back that stratocaster
It's okay, you broken bastards
Nobody has all the answers