Tankerne bag Feather in the storm
Vi har skrevet vores nummer Feather in the storm på baggrund af arbejdet med Lauryn Hills Lost Ones. Lost Ones musiske kvaliteter og stiltræk placerer den som sagt i Adam Krims kategori for bohemian/jazz hip hop, og derfor har vi i arbejdet med vores nummer prøvet på at arbejde med samme stilmæssige kvaliteter bl.a. ved at lave en blanding af hip hop og R&B, der skulle virke flydende og naturlig. Derudover har vi efterlignet en del af groovet i Lauryn Hills nummer bl.a. ved vores klaver og highhat. Vores omkvæd (c-stykke) er desuden en imitation af Lost Ones med både sang og overstemme, der giver en R&B feel. |
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Feather in the storm
Like a feather I go through the storm
Tossed around by society’s norms, I’ve got
No control, and no one controlling me, yet I
Long for solitude, a place to be free
You can’t see the strings in my back
Like a puppet, certain heart attack, and I
Didn’t realize up until now,
Pull the trigger, goodbye pow pow
I’ve had enough of being second place
I’ve been dealt 3s and 4s, but never an ace, so I’m
Gonna start again, building from scratch, hope
That I won’t have to light that final match
Look around watch all this dumb mess
Want to remove but I'm not fresh, I got
No voice, and no one to talk for me
To answer questions - a new way to see
Don't wait for me, I have a long way to go
Don't need your help it makes me feel low, because
Dreams does not come true at all
Try to stop hide behind the wall
Need to forgive and face the past
cant go around and have a blast, need to
Grap my sword and prepare for war
'Cause in real live there is no law
Life’s a bitch’in, yeah yeah, you know it
Life’s a bitch’in, yeah but don't show it
Trust me friend, all life’s like shit
But baby you’ll just have to live with it
Society calls, I've got no choice
But to follow this stupid, ridiculous voice
That tells me to be someone I'm not
I'm sick of this freaking outrageous plot
Going under there's way to much press
I feel all like I'm a chaotic mess
I wanna scream, but no one 'll hear
It's all breaking down, I know, I fear
I've got a role to fill in this place
But I just feel like I'm in outta space
I need someone to drag my feet
Who can tell me, who can take the lead
Life’s a bitch’in, yeah yeah, you know it
Life’s a bitch’in, yeah but don't show it
Trust me friend, all life’s like shit
But baby you’ll just have to live with it
I've gotta play like I am all sorted out
I have to feel like I'm very proud
Of what I've done, and who I'm now
I'm not who you think, who you'll ever allow
I put up a facade, you don't know me
Look perfect outside, that's what you see
I'm torn inside from all expectations
It's dumb, it's hard, it's all complications
Faking a smile while I go through town
Looking fine, but I am all down
I give up, I don't wanna seam all fine
Cause everyone's got flaws, i'll be proud of mine
Life’s a bitch’in, yeah yeah, you know it
Life’s a bitch’in, yeah but don't show it
Trust me friend, all life’s like shit
But baby you’ll just have to live with it