歌曲 | Disruption |
歌手 | Spit Syndicate |
专辑 | Exile |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Verse 1 | |
Now in my younger days as a pupil, | |
A bright-eyed menace to the faculty, without scruples, | |
Spent many a morning outside the office, | |
see I showed promised but my focus wandered, | |
in all sorts of strife I’d find myself, | |
Could gone far if I applied myself, | |
and kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard, | |
leaning on my chair, throwing smart alec backtalk, | |
a lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble, | |
But it also got me out of a lot more, | |
See I could play their game of high marks and top scores, | |
or make a fine art of the skylark, and what’s more.. | |
I had more off days then I had on, | |
I was more concerned with what I had on, | |
Stacked shitty report cards as my platform, | |
To get higher than if I had gone | |
So what they say? | |
Said if I put as much time as I did into sketching, | |
into etching out a worthwhile direction, | |
then I would learn my lessons and learn to not question, | |
or fill my desk with tags before the test ends, tisk tisk | |
I’d be, outta there in 2 flat, | |
tie my shoes and be back on my shhh like a library, | |
so I’ma tell you like my teacher told me, | |
Pay attention or you’re gonna be F’d, now they’re finally saying A.. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It’s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. | |
Verse 2 | |
See everybody round me broke boundaries, | |
we get up ‘cause we ain’t down with the powers that be, | |
we fed up that everything ain’t always how it seems, | |
I ain’t sporting every thought that’s handed down to me, | |
but yo, we ain’t no fuck the 5-0 types, | |
still I question them, like they know something that I don’t, | |
Learn a lot from raising my right hand, | |
But learnt more from the writers, | |
and trying not to get jumped on the ride home, right on. | |
quick question, if everybody’s too shit scared to test them, | |
how do we get the answers, | |
How do we take it all, if we ain’t taking the chances, | |
We don’t break, we stay in our stance like break dancers, | |
And I stand for mine, that’s why I put it in my stanzas, | |
Like exiled dissidents ducking the propaganda, | |
Never leave nothing to chance, nah, | |
We flush your hush money, we’re sick of being happy little campers, | |
This is something that my folks have given me, | |
That’s why I put the scent of dissent in my soliloquies, | |
That’s why you won’t catch me high-fiving the dignitaries, | |
Gotta keep a close eye on the ministry | |
No matter the portrait they hang in the foyer, | |
You must watch your back like you’re hanging with lawyers, | |
the weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia, | |
But keeping your mouth shut can destroy ya.. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It’s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. | |
Verse 3 | |
From the ghettoes of war-town Warsaw, | |
to portfolios of Warhol, screens of Miss Monroe, | |
Jimmy Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash | |
Jamaica to a Bronx Basement and back, | |
Graffiti Taskforce, Year two thou, | |
Clean up the city acts, saw hardcore writers hit harder than before, | |
The rum rebellion, the BLF and more, | |
Any change brought forward from disruptive thought, | |
See at the heart of creativity lies | |
a disruptive disregard for the way that things are done, | |
The way that things look, the way that things sound, | |
The way that the world is run, | |
and it’s the same spark, same part of the mind | |
that hears music different, that colours outside of the lines, | |
That answers back, that overthrows governments, | |
And it’s inside each and every one of us. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It’s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. |
Verse 1 | |
Now in my younger days as a pupil, | |
A brighteyed menace to the faculty, without scruples, | |
Spent many a morning outside the office, | |
see I showed promised but my focus wandered, | |
in all sorts of strife I' d find myself, | |
Could gone far if I applied myself, | |
and kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard, | |
leaning on my chair, throwing smart alec backtalk, | |
a lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble, | |
But it also got me out of a lot more, | |
See I could play their game of high marks and top scores, | |
or make a fine art of the skylark, and what' s more.. | |
I had more off days then I had on, | |
I was more concerned with what I had on, | |
Stacked shitty report cards as my platform, | |
To get higher than if I had gone | |
So what they say? | |
Said if I put as much time as I did into sketching, | |
into etching out a worthwhile direction, | |
then I would learn my lessons and learn to not question, | |
or fill my desk with tags before the test ends, tisk tisk | |
I' d be, outta there in 2 flat, | |
tie my shoes and be back on my shhh like a library, | |
so I' ma tell you like my teacher told me, | |
Pay attention or you' re gonna be F' d, now they' re finally saying A.. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It' s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. | |
Verse 2 | |
See everybody round me broke boundaries, | |
we get up ' cause we ain' t down with the powers that be, | |
we fed up that everything ain' t always how it seems, | |
I ain' t sporting every thought that' s handed down to me, | |
but yo, we ain' t no fuck the 50 types, | |
still I question them, like they know something that I don' t, | |
Learn a lot from raising my right hand, | |
But learnt more from the writers, | |
and trying not to get jumped on the ride home, right on. | |
quick question, if everybody' s too shit scared to test them, | |
how do we get the answers, | |
How do we take it all, if we ain' t taking the chances, | |
We don' t break, we stay in our stance like break dancers, | |
And I stand for mine, that' s why I put it in my stanzas, | |
Like exiled dissidents ducking the propaganda, | |
Never leave nothing to chance, nah, | |
We flush your hush money, we' re sick of being happy little campers, | |
This is something that my folks have given me, | |
That' s why I put the scent of dissent in my soliloquies, | |
That' s why you won' t catch me highfiving the dignitaries, | |
Gotta keep a close eye on the ministry | |
No matter the portrait they hang in the foyer, | |
You must watch your back like you' re hanging with lawyers, | |
the weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia, | |
But keeping your mouth shut can destroy ya.. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It' s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. | |
Verse 3 | |
From the ghettoes of wartown Warsaw, | |
to portfolios of Warhol, screens of Miss Monroe, | |
Jimmy Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash | |
Jamaica to a Bronx Basement and back, | |
Graffiti Taskforce, Year two thou, | |
Clean up the city acts, saw hardcore writers hit harder than before, | |
The rum rebellion, the BLF and more, | |
Any change brought forward from disruptive thought, | |
See at the heart of creativity lies | |
a disruptive disregard for the way that things are done, | |
The way that things look, the way that things sound, | |
The way that the world is run, | |
and it' s the same spark, same part of the mind | |
that hears music different, that colours outside of the lines, | |
That answers back, that overthrows governments, | |
And it' s inside each and every one of us. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It' s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. |
Verse 1 | |
Now in my younger days as a pupil, | |
A brighteyed menace to the faculty, without scruples, | |
Spent many a morning outside the office, | |
see I showed promised but my focus wandered, | |
in all sorts of strife I' d find myself, | |
Could gone far if I applied myself, | |
and kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard, | |
leaning on my chair, throwing smart alec backtalk, | |
a lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble, | |
But it also got me out of a lot more, | |
See I could play their game of high marks and top scores, | |
or make a fine art of the skylark, and what' s more.. | |
I had more off days then I had on, | |
I was more concerned with what I had on, | |
Stacked shitty report cards as my platform, | |
To get higher than if I had gone | |
So what they say? | |
Said if I put as much time as I did into sketching, | |
into etching out a worthwhile direction, | |
then I would learn my lessons and learn to not question, | |
or fill my desk with tags before the test ends, tisk tisk | |
I' d be, outta there in 2 flat, | |
tie my shoes and be back on my shhh like a library, | |
so I' ma tell you like my teacher told me, | |
Pay attention or you' re gonna be F' d, now they' re finally saying A.. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It' s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. | |
Verse 2 | |
See everybody round me broke boundaries, | |
we get up ' cause we ain' t down with the powers that be, | |
we fed up that everything ain' t always how it seems, | |
I ain' t sporting every thought that' s handed down to me, | |
but yo, we ain' t no fuck the 50 types, | |
still I question them, like they know something that I don' t, | |
Learn a lot from raising my right hand, | |
But learnt more from the writers, | |
and trying not to get jumped on the ride home, right on. | |
quick question, if everybody' s too shit scared to test them, | |
how do we get the answers, | |
How do we take it all, if we ain' t taking the chances, | |
We don' t break, we stay in our stance like break dancers, | |
And I stand for mine, that' s why I put it in my stanzas, | |
Like exiled dissidents ducking the propaganda, | |
Never leave nothing to chance, nah, | |
We flush your hush money, we' re sick of being happy little campers, | |
This is something that my folks have given me, | |
That' s why I put the scent of dissent in my soliloquies, | |
That' s why you won' t catch me highfiving the dignitaries, | |
Gotta keep a close eye on the ministry | |
No matter the portrait they hang in the foyer, | |
You must watch your back like you' re hanging with lawyers, | |
the weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia, | |
But keeping your mouth shut can destroy ya.. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It' s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. | |
Verse 3 | |
From the ghettoes of wartown Warsaw, | |
to portfolios of Warhol, screens of Miss Monroe, | |
Jimmy Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash | |
Jamaica to a Bronx Basement and back, | |
Graffiti Taskforce, Year two thou, | |
Clean up the city acts, saw hardcore writers hit harder than before, | |
The rum rebellion, the BLF and more, | |
Any change brought forward from disruptive thought, | |
See at the heart of creativity lies | |
a disruptive disregard for the way that things are done, | |
The way that things look, the way that things sound, | |
The way that the world is run, | |
and it' s the same spark, same part of the mind | |
that hears music different, that colours outside of the lines, | |
That answers back, that overthrows governments, | |
And it' s inside each and every one of us. | |
Chorus | |
So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting, | |
In all great ideas there lies disruption, | |
It' s no time to tow the party line, | |
This is no time to tow the party line. |