Creature - Sore Eyes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro sample

Creature:

Blind fiend, last seen getting high
Blaspheme, curse god spit at the sky
Past scene, what a hell of a ride
Flat screen, facts gleam in his eye
Talk occupy, but walk when options die
Fought for your rights what a optimist, bye
Streets seem bleak at-least dimly lit
Creeps, scream at freaks him be it
Fall back, into a pattern of depression
Cause that, to add to suggestions
Of course doubt, but keep your two cents
From the horses mouth, glue to cement
Stuck in the mud , no help wheres the love?
Won't budge, held fear like a grudge
Despair oder beer next to confusion
It look in the mirror, use it illusion

A Sight for sore eyes
It be that way
Tonight your tour guide
Will feel no pain --- Hook

Creature:

Murals, on the blood stained sidewalk
Thorough, hear the pain when i talk
Last stop, to nowhere choke on the cold air
Laugh alot, and hope that the soul sparred
Broke on the ave, wrote in note pad
A nomad, feel he can float when he spazz
Coltrane, love supreme played in the background
The whole terrain, smothered his dreams he sat down
Act proud, white angel followed a black cloud
Life dangled, pride swallowed thru a crack smiled
Tomorrows cheap, when you follow sheep
You can borrow grief, full of sorrow weep
Awoke, by the winter breeze no joke winners bleed
No hope ,get dinner for those seeds
Life we live it bright and vivid
The price exquisite and the night is frigid

HOOK
A sight for Sore Eyes
It be that way
Tonight your tour guide
Will feel no pain


Vordul:
In a kite flying society, watch when the thunder strikes
While swimming in waters, only some will survive
You can tell from the bites
On land, rose melt from behind, under bikes, as we ghost ride living sublime
Trying ta muster a line, getting thru troubling times
Hard to be, consistent trying to remain focused with disciplined
Some trying to get play, like throwing disc in the wind
Inventions of visiting airwaves, like throwing discus
Some will get to the point when the target is hit
Be up, in the mixed sparring spliffs , wanting to sit
After a lot of intake, hoping it doesn't bother a kid
Then to get it bumping like mixtapes jumping in the whip
Mixing to we back up in the crib, embedded settling blowing out
The candles lit