Bliss n Eso - Weathermen [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Ladies and gentlemen, babies and elephants
Ravens and serpents, cavemen and merchants:
If you've felt the rain, then you've felt the pain
That's what it's all about, Bliss N Eso won't get caught in no drought

[Hook]
Now in the morning you'll be seeing the flock
But by the evening you'll be seeing them drop
It's just another rainy day in a town we call home
It's the weatherman reporting the sounds unknown
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Well I guess we're the weathermen and we report the storm
When it forms from the corn fields to college dorm meals
When I was born seals as flavors, and they savor
Letting the rain wash away the past
Forgetting their way lost the page and grasp
Of how to make a right turn, where they go
Left the will to learn behind
And now they're so
Susceptible to germs you'll find
When the silence is deafening
There's no guidence thats beckoning us
To minus the violence so this alliance is gesturing
That these pleasant ads, pushing present fads
Put you in peasent rags when you succumb to the tag
Of an artificial kingdom where most reside
Hell I'm sitting on the fence watching others decide
And the truth is so scarce in the babble that travels
To a landscape of non-unification
A school bomb blew up the nation
It takes too long, queing impatiance
For the new song doing in basements
From the few strong, viewing the statements
Of the true pawns polluting the tamest
Asking "who's wrong?", shooting the stainless
"Time to put my shoes on, I'm pursuing to be famous!"
I say move on, because your flow is so aimless
But when you choose your own don't let the dough make you nameless

The weathermen, reporting the storms
He said, the weathermen, reporting the storms
He said, the weathermen, reporting the storms
It's the weathermen, reporting the storms

[Hook]

Flashlights and faith, magnificent altitude
Fist in the air for those who salvage thruth
And allow your blues to be a thing of the past
Engage with us as we bring in the craft
Man, I'm loony like an old man who sings in the park
But serious about doing your own thing with your art
In the beating up, Buck watch your spaceship
I'll take this way beyond the matrix of you fake kids
Like a turtle in the race of life I go the distance
I relate my sense of humor to Homer Simpson
That poet whose purpose feeds the righteous
My mind is a movie, the curtains are my eye lids
And for that special part in your brain. (this is the ticket stub)
I met the music under the bridge, and this is love between
Men and magic, words and a microphone
A dreamland of adlib when I turn to the twilight zone
My Nevilles are heavy like four elephants
MC's are dope. (shit I need more evidence)
I'm the core element to this raw ellegance
Hugging the coast line, sea shore residence

[Hook][2x]