The Tangent — The Music That Died Alone tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "The Music That Died Alone", wykonawca: The Tangent.
Tekst piosenki
Hide in the heart in a secret place
Spirit locked behind our public face
Lost in our forgotten years
Imprisoned by our mental peers
Playing on, through the Ethersphere
Playing on, nothing interferes
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
We’ll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone
Played across such jambled staves
Stay through dictated waves
The bar lines slash like red-tape
Across the manuscript of life
All its melodies are traped in templates
And designer culture’s knives
Playing on, through the Ethersphere
Playing on, even if no-one hears
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
We’ll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone
We hide such high ambition
Behind the vestige of smiles
Deny such thoughts' existence
With cheap «one liners» for a while
Feeding to the critics
All the things that might have been
Who turn ambition to pretention
To outmoded and obscene
Sell our dreams
To the mainstream’s sway
Mould our lives
To a typecast for today
We pay people to destroy us
In the media every day
So we’ll all know our place and keep it
And never want to move away.
III) PRE-HISTORY (band instrumental)
IV) REPRISE (Andy Vocal)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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Spirit locked behind our public face
Lost in our forgotten years
Uwięzieni przez naszych umysłowych rówieśników
Playing on, through the Ethersphere
Grając dalej, nic nie przeszkadza
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
# We ' ll sneak a listen #
To the music that died alone
Grał na takich jambled staves
/ Align = "left" /
Linie poprzeczki przecinają się jak biurokracja
Across the manuscript of life
Wszystkie jego melodie są uwięzione w szablonach
A designer culture ' s knives
Playing on, through the Ethersphere
Playing on, even if no-one hears
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
# We ' ll sneak a listen #
To the music that died alone
Ukrywamy takie ambicje.
Za śladem uśmiechu
Zaprzeczanie istnieniu takich myśli
Z tanią "jedną wkładką" na jakiś czas
Feeding to the critics
All the things that might have been
Którzy zamieniają ambicję w pretekst
Za przestarzałe i nieprzyzwoite
Sell our dreams
To the mainstream ' s sway
Mood our lives
To a typecast for today
Płacimy ludziom, żeby nas zniszczyli.
W mediach na co dzień
/ Align = "left" /
I nigdy nie chcę się wyprowadzić.
III) Prehistoria (zespół instrumentalny)
IV) REPRISE (wokal Andy ' ego)