Представляем точный текст композиции "The Busing Of The Rib" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Atmosphere . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Busing Of The Rib» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Atmosphere передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Atmosphere - "The Busing Of The Rib"
Lyrics to The Busing Of The Rib : [Slug] I wanna follow the footprints across my lovers stomach I wanna call out her name before I plummet I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could step around the landmines Avoid the beasts under the bed that bring they bad times I wanna find this here so-called treasure The pleasure, the trinkets, the never-ending weekends Acknowledgin that Im still just a piece of the sequence But seein these different footprints got me needin to show my weekness The timeline, the time zones, I cross them with my eyes closed Memorized the landmarks and learned the cycles The weather patterns, how the seasons affect the East and the West of each region learned the cycles Forget about the fact that many trails have been tracked Maybe its a plus that theres a path If this was some uncharted land Id have to be a smarter man willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest and natural resources are unlimited exploration only requires some desire and initiative take your time and find the right way to climb it aint safe to play games with natures mind If I could show you, you would never leave it And if I could show you, you would never leave it If I could show you, you would never leave it And if I could show you, you would never leave it If I could show you, you would never leave it And if I could show you, you would never leave it If I could show you, you would never leave it And if I could show you, you would never I wanna ride a train up my lovers arm, stop off at the brain Then hop out and find out whats going on Cut through trees and ride through rocks And synchronise the universal sun down to my watch Ive seen a lot, but not quite as much as her The top went of the memory and the imagination blurred But I know shes been put through hell, I can feel it And I know shes touched having this well, tryin to steal it It came on and it tought her a song Its strung her along and it caught her when the god was gone Now to the break-o-dawn shes tryin to feel that fix And all the family and friends is tryin to seel them lips But I aint dumb, I can hear that train come from miles away Setting obstacles to stop the arrival Im gonna blow up that iron in wood rogue From what I understood those be the aura fits of his survival My recital another tantrum because shes highly excitable swinging wings of red nova Happy endings always off to a bad start Addictive voyeuristic to the trackmarks And if I could show you, you would never leave it [fades until end] [ The Busing Of The Rib Lyrics ]
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