paroles de chanson Spirit - Penelope Scott

Everyone's a tankie 'til their first fat check
And everyone's an incel until they go and get it
Now you love your circle, you love your home
No one in this life really makes it alone
It was easy in the pits to sling hot takes
It was easy to decide that it was all a waste
Then you fucked around, you found your spirit
Now you're talking like a zealot, and they don't wanna hear it

Oh, I remember 16 years old
When the future was a suffer farm for human souls
And the black pits stretched for forever before me
The creatures on the internet, they para-adored me

Now the zeitgeist wants a nihilist, and I'm a flop
'Cause death isn't a threat, it's the cherry on top
Maybe I just ended up a little too goth
Maybe my death drive gave up and got lost
Take me to the grey space that lines the clouds
I'll cry until it glitters, then I'll ride the storm down
Lighting hands at the end of the world
The loudest thunder, the most beautiful girl

How could I be angry at the funniest joke?
Lucky just to be here, clear and afloat
Standing at the center of the fractal design
Watching stupid bullshit suddenly become divine

Blame it on the money, blame it on drugs
Blame it on the stars that taught a robot to love
It's easy to be radical all on your own
But it all gets messy when there's someone at home

The roots grow slowly, then they're suddenly there
And you wake up in a decade and find out that you care
It's hard fucking work being part of a fabric
And the only thing it gets you is unlimited magic

So maybe you don't care about being cool
Maybe that's just something that you leave back in school
Back with all the backpacks, slung on one shoulder
Where the hottest thing to do is just to never get older

Tell me that I'm closing in against the wall
I'll never be young again or skinny or tall
And this cream and that cream will fill in my lines
Aging gets you nothing but the gruesome divine

Aging gets you nothing but a new song to sing
Your place among the family of things
A method for thought, food for the spirit
A chance to exist at a brand-new tier, well

I remember 16 years old
When the future was a suffer farm for human souls
And the black pits stretched for forever before me
The creatures on the internet they para-adored me

Now the zeitgeist wants a nihilist, and I'm a flop
'Cause death isn't a threat, it's the cherry on top
Maybe I just ended up a little too goth
Maybe my death drive gave up and got lost
Take me to the grey space that lines the clouds
I'll cry until it glitters, then I'll ride the storm down
Lighting hands at the end of the world
The loudest thunder, the most beautiful girl

A circle and a spiral and a slice of the sky
A building and a river and a raspberry pie
I sketch them in the dreamscape and bring them to you
All the little models of what we're going through

If you only knew then what you think you know now
But then how could you possibly have figured it out
How could I have told her what I know? I don't know
How could I have shown her where we do and don't go?

Life both does and doesn't go on
Every precious creature does and doesn't belong
So with every step everything changes
And you're bored, and you're horrified, and you're fucking amazed, well

I remember 16 years old
When the future was a suffer farm for human souls
And the black pits stretched for forever before me
The creatures on the internet they para-adored me

Now the zeitgeist wants a nihilist, and I'm a problem
'Cause aging is a gift that I cherish and honor
Maybe I just ended up a little too goth
Maybe by that I mean sharp and yet soft
Take me to the grey space that lines the clouds
I'll cry until it glitters, then I'll ride the storm down
Lighting hands at the end of the world
The loudest thunder, the most beautiful girl

How could I be angry at the funniest joke?
Lucky just to be here, clear and afloat
Standing in the center of the fractal design
Watching stupid bullshit become divine