Sagaba 歌词

歌曲	Sagaba
歌手	Blue Scholars
专辑	Blue Scholars
下载	Image LRC TXT

	(The wind, the wind)
	(Ha)
	Sister sits on the steps
	Cigarette rests on fingertips
	Takes a sip of slow death deftly through her lips,
	She blows a kiss
	Which I can only resist in vain
	She got the gift of gravity pulling to ask her name
	She says Sagaba
	What's it mean – she says in Ilocano
	it translates into suffering
	I'm pondering the irony to conjure up the fearlessness to find a conversation
	She offers me a square, I decline the invitation
	It reminds me of the days when I would chain smoke
	Broken with no hope
	Like broken like the manner she spoke
	We both
	Two people seeking
	Solace and remembrance
	And wondering if miracles were meant for us
	But intent was just an innocent thought between a sister and a brother
	Who been building in the guidance of a mother
	And the storyteller stops
	Waiting for the beat to drop
	Gathering his thoughts in the wind, breathing in like…
	Now
	I couldn't stand to see the queen breathe her dreams away
	And tell me her tomorrow will never become today
	I say I used to know a woman just like you,
	Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who'd often try to
	Justify their lies with twisted notions of survival
	And hide behind their armor when karma completes a cycle
	She replied
	That just because I knew a woman well it doesn't mean I know them all
	She begins to feign farewell
	Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody
	True indeed, sister, but you still need everybody because
	We hardly know ourselves if we know nobody else
	And only in our loneliness can home become a hell
	Exhale
	The cloud in the loudest form of silence
	Watches as it rises like suns over horizons
	The storyteller stops
	Waiting for the beat to drop
	Gathering his thoughts in the cloud, breathing out like…
	Dreams be the ashes
	Burns and thrashing in the wind
	Flying out the burning bush attached to sister's hand
	Who whispers "word"
	Smiling and giving thanks, living in doubt no longer
	As she figures out the riddle to the song
	Saying why must we suffer now to not suffer later if later
	Never comes soon enough to soothe the hatred
	And hatred
	Is the cancer born out of love's absence
	And the absence is the void left from missing every chance to
	Challenge our fates and perhaps our very names
	Sister says peace and prays for rain and change
	Tosses out her lighter
	Walks out of the cipher
	For shizzle it starts to drizzle and then I begin to write this
	Inhale the imagery – a queen walking steadily
	Effortlessly
	Ready to be
	Every woman and now the
	Story teller ends
	Waiting for the beat to fade
	Gathering his thought near the edge of the day like…

	The wind, the wind
	Ha
	Sister sits on the steps
	Cigarette rests on fingertips
	Takes a sip of slow death deftly through her lips,
	She blows a kiss
	Which I can only resist in vain
	She got the gift of gravity pulling to ask her name
	She says Sagaba
	What' s it mean she says in Ilocano
	it translates into suffering
	I' m pondering the irony to conjure up the fearlessness to find a conversation
	She offers me a square, I decline the invitation
	It reminds me of the days when I would chain smoke
	Broken with no hope
	Like broken like the manner she spoke
	We both
	Two people seeking
	Solace and remembrance
	And wondering if miracles were meant for us
	But intent was just an innocent thought between a sister and a brother
	Who been building in the guidance of a mother
	And the storyteller stops
	Waiting for the beat to drop
	Gathering his thoughts in the wind, breathing in like
	Now
	I couldn' t stand to see the queen breathe her dreams away
	And tell me her tomorrow will never become today
	I say I used to know a woman just like you,
	Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who' d often try to
	Justify their lies with twisted notions of survival
	And hide behind their armor when karma completes a cycle
	She replied
	That just because I knew a woman well it doesn' t mean I know them all
	She begins to feign farewell
	Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody
	True indeed, sister, but you still need everybody because
	We hardly know ourselves if we know nobody else
	And only in our loneliness can home become a hell
	Exhale
	The cloud in the loudest form of silence
	Watches as it rises like suns over horizons
	The storyteller stops
	Waiting for the beat to drop
	Gathering his thoughts in the cloud, breathing out like
	Dreams be the ashes
	Burns and thrashing in the wind
	Flying out the burning bush attached to sister' s hand
	Who whispers " word"
	Smiling and giving thanks, living in doubt no longer
	As she figures out the riddle to the song
	Saying why must we suffer now to not suffer later if later
	Never comes soon enough to soothe the hatred
	And hatred
	Is the cancer born out of love' s absence
	And the absence is the void left from missing every chance to
	Challenge our fates and perhaps our very names
	Sister says peace and prays for rain and change
	Tosses out her lighter
	Walks out of the cipher
	For shizzle it starts to drizzle and then I begin to write this
	Inhale the imagery a queen walking steadily
	Effortlessly
	Ready to be
	Every woman and now the
	Story teller ends
	Waiting for the beat to fade
	Gathering his thought near the edge of the day like

	The wind, the wind
	Ha
	Sister sits on the steps
	Cigarette rests on fingertips
	Takes a sip of slow death deftly through her lips,
	She blows a kiss
	Which I can only resist in vain
	She got the gift of gravity pulling to ask her name
	She says Sagaba
	What' s it mean she says in Ilocano
	it translates into suffering
	I' m pondering the irony to conjure up the fearlessness to find a conversation
	She offers me a square, I decline the invitation
	It reminds me of the days when I would chain smoke
	Broken with no hope
	Like broken like the manner she spoke
	We both
	Two people seeking
	Solace and remembrance
	And wondering if miracles were meant for us
	But intent was just an innocent thought between a sister and a brother
	Who been building in the guidance of a mother
	And the storyteller stops
	Waiting for the beat to drop
	Gathering his thoughts in the wind, breathing in like
	Now
	I couldn' t stand to see the queen breathe her dreams away
	And tell me her tomorrow will never become today
	I say I used to know a woman just like you,
	Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who' d often try to
	Justify their lies with twisted notions of survival
	And hide behind their armor when karma completes a cycle
	She replied
	That just because I knew a woman well it doesn' t mean I know them all
	She begins to feign farewell
	Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody
	True indeed, sister, but you still need everybody because
	We hardly know ourselves if we know nobody else
	And only in our loneliness can home become a hell
	Exhale
	The cloud in the loudest form of silence
	Watches as it rises like suns over horizons
	The storyteller stops
	Waiting for the beat to drop
	Gathering his thoughts in the cloud, breathing out like
	Dreams be the ashes
	Burns and thrashing in the wind
	Flying out the burning bush attached to sister' s hand
	Who whispers " word"
	Smiling and giving thanks, living in doubt no longer
	As she figures out the riddle to the song
	Saying why must we suffer now to not suffer later if later
	Never comes soon enough to soothe the hatred
	And hatred
	Is the cancer born out of love' s absence
	And the absence is the void left from missing every chance to
	Challenge our fates and perhaps our very names
	Sister says peace and prays for rain and change
	Tosses out her lighter
	Walks out of the cipher
	For shizzle it starts to drizzle and then I begin to write this
	Inhale the imagery a queen walking steadily
	Effortlessly
	Ready to be
	Every woman and now the
	Story teller ends
	Waiting for the beat to fade
	Gathering his thought near the edge of the day like

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