Dylan Owen - In The Corner [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Dylan]:

In the middle with a plan in mind
I’ve got a riddle with a bit of what I stand behind
I’ve gotta hit em with a venom that I can’t define
Handle our silence and pantomime
Because you can’t stop me
Don’t ever believe that you can fight with a weapon of peace
Moving on with a scarred face
Caught between a rock and a hard place
I’m back for the edit, shot, snap, and get it
Don’t stop, got energy a lot like kinetics’
Friends aren’t friends for the cameraman
If they bend at the end like an ampersand
I’m in the middle with a floating wish I carry
You would think I spoke to visionaries
As a kid I was dope at Pictionary
Everything that I wrote epistolary
Now I sing with the quotes that I bring with my flow
Everything I’m supposed to list is heavy
Spread the word like a pope or missionary
Get it heard, always bones to pick or bury
Little kids think I wrote the dictionary
Anyway to cope, I coast, and I paid my time
Burned my alarm clock days gone by
Tattooed the page an ink stain on mine, so
New face rap game incomer
Gonna wait till it’s right till I bite this sucker
I stayed up all night every night this summer
‘Cause I’ve only got one love like Tim Sommers
Thank god for my OCD
Double time touch twice with a flow so free
In the middle where our ghosts gon’ be
I’m letting go of what we both don’t need
I won't ever let this drag me down
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Long days on this road don’t follow me
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Cannot break what I say don’t bottle me
Yeah I pack my bags, I pack my bags and I go

[Kinetics]:

Now, why you gotta be so proud?
Why you always wanna keep me down?
Take a bow, let them tears pour
Maybe then you'll think of before
Before you bit that apple
Left with your stomach full
And before we grew so far
And dangerously comfortable
Way before these strangers
And the anger that we're holdin' back
Way before we blocked our numbers
And deleted photographs
There was a time
When I felt like I wasn't up in the middle
Of a wasteland
Cause you moved on, and I moved on
But we still sing the same old song
I read that music off my phone
But with you I still do not know where I stand
Right in the middle? Right on the border?
I know that I still have a place in your memory
Even if it is just a piece of the corner
Yup yup, yeah, what a tough task
To uh, just laugh at a roughed up past
But I thus must ask, does love last?
Fuck that, fuck fast, puff puff pass
Pass it now
Go ahead, don't be saddened now
Let it go, or you're never gonna know
If it loves you enough to come back around
I'll pack my bags today
Tell my girl that we have to break
If the middle's where I have to stay
Then I guess that's a chance that I have to take
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Long days on this road don’t follow me
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Cannot break what I say don’t bottle me
Yeah I pack my bags, I pack my bags and I go