Gruf - The Owl [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sample]
The Owl wakes up and hoots at the moon

[Verse 1: Gruf]
It would be difficult for me to describe to you in one paragraph
Why when I crack a joke most folks don't share the laugh
And so silence bares its wrath
Then to the overcast skies my spirit spreads its wings and flies
The pins of eyes poke me
Rope and choke me
But I just walk away cloakin' like everything was okie dokie
Pretend you're not heard
[?] small bird with big wing span as I sink slow like quicksand
It's not just a matter of sticking up for myself
Picking up myself is easy unlike receiving the beating as I
Disrupt my health mentally and spiritually
Journey into my mind to see the constant battle continuing
From matter over mind
To mind over matter
So some days I look good and some days I feel scattered
But inside I see the truth
On the few days my mind is clear and my body hasn't been abused
Being human is complex
Sometimes we pursue fantastic fiction dictated by the sublime you
And me? I like a view
So some days you might catch me in my roost about sixty feet up in a huge cottonwood
And if I'm of to a good start I'll be hunting like and assassin piercing through the night's heart
I like the dark but I also like life
So the light from within burns on through the cold nights
Then I hold tight
And within my sight I spot goals
Tense talons twist into the sinews of my soul
Progress
It's just my progress (It's just my progress)
Day to day struggles
It's how I continue

[Sample]
The Owl wakes up and hoots at the moon

[Verse 2: Gruf]
It's quite odd to me
Cause' sometimes I feel helpless
The fear strong raptor
A predator's been captured
Can't answer a single question when I get this way
I'm just a breath away from clarity
It's like charity drive that won't accept no pay
Just let myself be buried alive when I don't get to say
I'm very deprived
But deprived by my own habitual lack of focus
So my thoughts are formless and my form is hopeless
But I know it's not so bad
I'm lucky to have this bath where I can soak these rough old feathers
Knowing damn better than to sit around moping
Like what's the weather got to do with my negative view
Just coping
But it's evident too
That I [?] a few of my bad habits which ones compared to grizzly bears
Now I swallowed them bunny rabbits
But seriously
This anti-social
Oddly vocal
Intellectual hopeful
Is not piercing opal stones with [?] getting stuck in my throat
The only way to open my dome is through smoking poems
So excuse me as frayed feathers float these vocal tones

[Outro: Gruf]
Look up, it's just the Owl
It's just the Owl
How you deal with the Owl
Swoopin' in, it's the Owl

[Sample]
The Owl wakes up and hoots at the moon