Chuckie Campbell - Synesthesia [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

In a field of bluegrass
A green stop sign
Pouring black rain
Glowing gray skies
Tiny white lies
A black wedding dress
A world of white rappers
And black presidents
Boys wearing pink
Girls wearing blue
Hot with Technicolor
And incandescent hues
Sodalite blues
Over silver black seas
Skies of lavender
Atomic tangerine
Kaleidoscopic dreams
In cream-colored rooms
Slaves locked in chains
Of red, white, and blue
Shades of faded freedom
Burn sienna through the sunset
This house is built of goodbyes
And needles under swing sets

Broken hearts and fake friends
PTSD war vets, pushing politicians
Backing hate crimes and racists
Sign posts in language
And overdue mortgage statements
Liquidate a family's assets
To satisfy housing payments
Throw away a life of savings
A single mother's investments
Send her children off to college
A chance to be something better
Now they're packing up possessions
In cardboard boxes whatever
Staring blankly out the window
Still moments in their perception

Chorus 1 (x1):

In a field of bluegrass
A green stop sign
Pouring black rain
Glowing gray skies
Tiny white lies
A black wedding dress
A world of white rappers
And black presidents

Green doesn't mean go
Red doesn't mean stop
How we learn color
All depends on what we're taught
So we walk between the lines
Stop and go with flashing lights
In a world full of color
All we see is black and white
Synesthesia

Bridge
Red, Blue
Left, Right
Us, Them
Black, White
Christian, Muslim
Wrong, Right
Push, Pull
Death, Life

Verse 2
I toss and turn in my sleep
During dreams of my childhood
Remembering dark streets
And friends that the night took
Blue ribbons and purple hearts
Black panthers with white guilt
Words written in white ink
A Jesus with black skin
Exists where the dead live
Sleeping walking on pain pills
White powder in dollar bills
Tornados in nostrils
Divisions cannot heal
Until people can see clear
Where cultural common sense
Meets colors of one's skin
Our nation cannot heal
Until patterns in how we think
See it's us against us
Not us against them
Colorless lost lives
Of colorful lifetimes
Should not leave us colorblind
But show us where color lies

Chorus 2 (x1)

Bridge
Rich, Poor
Old, Young
Gay, Straight
Hate, Love
Hearing, Color
Seeing, Sound
Tasting, Words
Lost, Found

End Song