Letra de ST. AUGUSTINE
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well, my friend spoke to me through the other end of a telephone. said, "i can't find my second step and if i fall i forget how to walk."
well, these days i won't make it with this guitar. i'm talking to it but it just won't listen. and so i call my buddy from downtown. he makes his cuts better than before 'cause i'm an avid user now. and my brother, i have no obligation to live. just let me have my freedom and die. and i'll come back stronger in a song or poem that my friends found. strugglin', they tip their glasses back and they will sing, 'la la la la la 'la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
we all have to strive for what we're hoping for. "ain't that right, boys?"
well, these days i won't make it with this guitar. i'm talking to it but it just won't listen. and so i call my buddy from downtown. he makes his cuts better than before 'cause i'm an avid user now. and my brother, i have no obligation to live. just let me have my freedom and die. and i'll come back stronger in a song or poem that my friends found. strugglin', they tip their glasses back and they will sing, 'la la la la la 'la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
we all have to strive for what we're hoping for. "ain't that right, boys?"
'that's right. yeah!'
see, the famous quote is that the artist is nothing without the gift. but the gift is nothing without the work he put into it. so boy, fuckin' try your hardest.
and i'm sick of people so worried of me. yeah, i live my whole life from the attention you give me. and i don't need a mother and i don't need a saint. i just need to know, is all of this for a reason?
and with my knife, i will cut my consciousness and sleep 'til i wake for work. and in that moment, i never thought of you, babe. no, girl, not even a little. "but i need some help, so help me out!"
'la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
"thank you."
and my friends give me chastity and virtue. yeah, they give me the strength to believe. they let me stand up and say to the crowd, "fuck the indie music scene."
and i'll place my foot on the capital. i burned down the NRA. and i'll stand up and speak. well, as loud as i can say, "we are free to do whatever we please."
and would you follow me if i had a rifle and a holy book, if i went to the end of iraq? well, the U.S. is fillin' the postcard with a missle in it. guess you gotta fight terrorism with terror.
"well, we need some help, so let's sing it loud!"
'la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
"let's sing again, for peace!"
'la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
"sing one more time!"
'la la la la la la la la la la.'
"uh huh, put some soul into it!"
'la la la la la la la la la la.'
"mhm"
'la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
"once again, some more soul!"
yeah!
"woo!"
'la la la la la la la la la la.'
"yeah!"
'la la la la la la la la la la. '
"uh huh"
'la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
yeah!
"woo."
fuck yeah!
"hah. my foot fell asleep."
see, the famous quote is that the artist is nothing without the gift. but the gift is nothing without the work he put into it. so boy, fuckin' try your hardest.
and i'm sick of people so worried of me. yeah, i live my whole life from the attention you give me. and i don't need a mother and i don't need a saint. i just need to know, is all of this for a reason?
and with my knife, i will cut my consciousness and sleep 'til i wake for work. and in that moment, i never thought of you, babe. no, girl, not even a little. "but i need some help, so help me out!"
'la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
"thank you."
and my friends give me chastity and virtue. yeah, they give me the strength to believe. they let me stand up and say to the crowd, "fuck the indie music scene."
and i'll place my foot on the capital. i burned down the NRA. and i'll stand up and speak. well, as loud as i can say, "we are free to do whatever we please."
and would you follow me if i had a rifle and a holy book, if i went to the end of iraq? well, the U.S. is fillin' the postcard with a missle in it. guess you gotta fight terrorism with terror.
"well, we need some help, so let's sing it loud!"
'la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
"let's sing again, for peace!"
'la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
"sing one more time!"
'la la la la la la la la la la.'
"uh huh, put some soul into it!"
'la la la la la la la la la la.'
"mhm"
'la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
"once again, some more soul!"
yeah!
"woo!"
'la la la la la la la la la la.'
"yeah!"
'la la la la la la la la la la. '
"uh huh"
'la la la la. la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la.'
yeah!
"woo."
fuck yeah!
"hah. my foot fell asleep."
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