Lost Reception - Trying to Be the Shepherd [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Trying to Be the Shepherd by Lost Reception

[Verse]

Look at the elephant in the room
Taking pictures of the scene
Showing them off to his irrelevant friends
Saying "Look who won't talk about me."


He feels like a fish drinking poison from a dish
And he's choking on the air
Recognize quickly when a lost cause comes
And just pull him up a chair


Turn him towards the static coming from the tv
That's Lighting up this place
Let him have it all the rotten weed and alcohol
Watch the look spread across his face


Can I draw attention to the back room now
The one that you have never seen
The place where he can go with all the no-name folks
Have a good time call it and leave


[Chorus]

I am a part of such a devious system
The kind of thing where you don't want to blink tonight

I've been down, down to the dirt that just sits in my lungs
And I've been waiting for a sign

That we are leaving this insidious memory but the
Sidewalk's dry and that defines our light

That we still are following
Holding us back from ourselves

That's the funny thing
It scarcely feels right


[Verse]

Sat around the den and got a second hand high
As the punk blew out my ears
Let my head sway and threw myself in people's way
As the Wren started to get near


All the time thinking bout the elephant kid
That I had watched go bad with a smile
I hated myself and felt selfish for my health
I guess I'm past denial


I should of said something should of stopped him there
Before he gave up on his rules
I don't even know him but I feel like I condemned him
To a lifetime of greater fools


But here's the crazy thing about the kid that I had seen
You know he's only in my head
A manifestation of the constant agitation
That will plague me til I'm dead


[Chorus]

I am a part of such a devious system
The kind of thing where you don't want to blink tonight

I've been down, down to the dirt that just sits in my lungs
And I've been waiting for a sign

That we are leaving this insidious memory but the
Sidewalk's dry and that defines our light

That we still are following
Holding us back from ourselves

That's the funny thing
It scarcely feels right