Текст песни Dreams & Boxes - Live - Watsky

I think I know where all my problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me
But they see through me so easy
I wish I could believe in your God
Sounds fun, we could throw rocks out of heaven!
I get those dark thoughts every day now
I never thought I'd be that one
Good news I'm way too scared to do it
And I have too much fun being scared
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck!
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling of the box while the coffin is nailed
California dreamin' while the demons are hot on our tail
Hop a curb, yes, that was me off of the trail, officer
No, I don't have a good reason
I was just in a mood to go seekin'
Heard a hard poem, it had my heart thumpin'
Start my blood pumpin' again (This one is for the people who raised me up)
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing, then remember how it felt
When you felt for the first time
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing, then remember how it felt
I'm in this for life
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life (Like it or not)
You will have to drag me by the neck!
You want your holy grail
Try not to overthink it
I try but always fail
But I want it so damn bad
I'm addicted to life
If I lived how I thought that you want me to live
I don't think you'd like what you got
If I shot my poetry out of a cannon
Would it make it any better?
If you fill a gun with glitter
What'll become of the bullet
If you're only suffering under a veil?
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck! (This one is for the people who raised me up)
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing, then remember how it felt
When you fell for the first time
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing, then remember how it felt

I dreamed I understood myself completely
We were having a party, right Chicago?
Oh fuck yeah we were having a party, in a house falling out of the sky
Every clique showed up
The ones who love the smell of gasoline
The shy beautifuls
The gimme gimme gimmes
The maybe next years
The boring childhooders who trashed their lives for fun
The house rotated as it made it through the storm
Eyeball-sized hail sailed sideways through the windows
As the single pane, survived-the-great-fire hundred-year-old glass all smashed
We laughed and dropped the hailstones in our drinks and danced
We started chanting something optimistic, that we knew was maybe mostly bullshit
That if we even still felt one-tenth of one percent how we felt in that moment in the morning
That it would be an energy that could shake neighborhoods from their foundations
We dragged ourselves on a twenty-mile mission to fill our goblets in the kitchen
Where I got stopped by a hallway goblin named Frank
Who said he once dreamed that Rosa Parks and Karl Marx were beating the shit out of him
Which gave him a full-body orgasm
I told him my dad analyzes dreams for a living, believes they're portals to the subconscious
And I believe him so I don't judge you Frank, we're all weirdos
You know my dad still refuses to drive Beemers because they made cars for Hitler
But I always suspected that that was convenient logic
For a family that only pushed used station wagons
I told Frank, how in a drawer in my family's house, I once found a matchbook from my dad's 1955 Bar Mitzvah
It still has nine dry unused matches that haven't been torn from the cardboard
Shit's a time machine, and it remains my second most prized possession
Do you understand this Frank?
You're in the presence of a motherfucker who owns fire from the past
Can you imagine getting high with a flame from 1955? Can you?
Do you feel connected to your ancestors? Do you?
Do you ever feel strange? Wonder how the world's gaze has shaped you?
Do you fear being shaken by the shoulders like an Etch A Sketch?
Being mugged for your memories? I do
They are my first most prized possession
My very first memory, was of us sitting in our high chairs the day the Bay ripped in two
The earthquake shook the china from the shelves and we clapped because we didn't understand
I told Frank, how my mother's father died in a plane crash
And then how Jay grew up to be a pilot anyway
And then the pilot, which apparently the building had
Came over the intercom, which apparently the building had
And alerted the party that soon it would be time for us to hit the ground
So either buckle your seatbelts, say your prayers
Or find someone who wants to fuck you
China was smashing against the ceiling
Me and Frank, we said our goodbyes easily once I realized I'd been having a conversation in the mirror the whole time
So I climbed out a window, clung to a drainpipe, and watched the stars paint the sky

Thank you so much. That's from "Dreams and Boxes"
Does anybody here have something they're passionate about?
If you have something that you're passionate about that you know will never ever ever leave your life then put your hand in the air right now
And if you know this song, then this song is fucking for you