paroles de chanson Joy in Repetition - Dayna Kurtz

All the poets and the part time singers
Always hang inside
Live music from a band on a stage
Plays a song called "Soul Psychodelicide"
The song's a year long and had been playing for months
When he walked into the place
No one seemed to notice an introverted this is it look on
On most of their faces
Up on the mic repeating two words, over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed
Before he lost himself in the articulated manner
In which she said them
Ah these two words, a little bit behind the beat
I mean just enough to turn you on
And every time she said the words
Another one of his doubts was gone
Should he try to rap with her
Should he stand and stare
And no one else was watching her
She didn't seem to care
So over and over, she said the words
Till he could take no more
Then he dragged her from the stage
And together they ran to the back door
In the alley over by the curb
He said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again
And it started to rain, rain, rain
Two words falling between the drops
And the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing

There's joy in repetition
Yeah there's joy in repetition
There's joy in repetition
Yeah and there's joy in repetition
Yeah there's joy in repetition

She said love me
That's all she said
She said love me
A little bit behind the beat
Over and over and over and over
She said love me
Love me

There's joy, there's joy
There's joy in repetition
In repetition, in repetition
Yeah in repetition
Yeah in repetition
In repetition
In repetition
In repetition