歌曲 | In The Beginning |
歌手 | Michael Card |
专辑 | An Invitation To Awe |
YEOW!!!! | |
SO! | |
In the beginning | |
there was a hum | |
from a poet whose pulse fell | |
DRUM DRUM DRUM! | |
He would perform prayers and all | |
till one day he heard a voice call | |
COME COME COME! | |
Sus'pi'cious he moved | |
with vicious caution | |
Dismisses, | |
he thinks is a little often | |
People get held back | |
by the void inside 'em. | |
YO! | |
The void said, | |
I'm poised to speak inside you... | |
"Rejoice then ...please let me invite you | |
...To evil, greed and lies too." | |
YEAH! | |
Confused and dazed | |
he moved in ways | |
he soon became "Hakuna" | |
BOOM BOOM BOOM | |
A knock on his door, his heart is no more | |
A knock on his door, his soul is no more | |
Yeah... | |
That was in the beginnin' | |
As the story goes on... | |
So - | |
The poet’s got a proposal | |
he would always hope but never know | |
what it feels | |
to be free | |
He would be the frozen | |
imposed as the chosen, | |
all laws oppose him | |
But it would be greed | |
That’s got him there | |
he's power-hungry, | |
and proud too | |
People don’t care, he will just care | |
Evil don't care, he will just prayer... | |
Yeah | |
That was In the beginning.. | |
there was a hum | |
...then things changed | |
Yeah | |
They say- | |
it is better to light a candle than to curse the dark | |
in the eyes of the youth | |
there are question marks | |
like freedom | |
freedom for the mind and soul, | |
we don't see them | |
see them for their worth at all, | |
that’s why we lead em | |
lead em to these wars | |
and what is it we feed em | |
feed em our impurities | |
and who it is we treat em | |
treat em like the enemy | |
humanity will need em | |
need em like the blood we spill | |
and we're freedom | |
freedom for the hearts we fill | |
we mislead em | |
they hunger for the love we give | |
but we cheat em | |
the guys beat him and all he wants | |
is his freedom, | |
so they defeat him, | |
whatever spirit he’s got | |
"beat him" | |
and they teach him | |
the rest of the world don’t need him | |
and he believes | |
in the disease that he’s heathen | |
Put up your fists if all you want is freedom | |
Put up your fists if all you want is - | |
That was in the beginning... | |
then things changed.. | |
yeah | |
and we keep holdin' on, | |
and we keep bein' strong... | |
and we keep goin' on | |
and on and on and on... | |
and we keep holdin' on, | |
and we keep bein' strong... | |
and we keep goin' on | |
and on and on and on... | |
and we keep holdin' on, | |
and we keep bein' strong... | |
and we keep goin' on | |
and on and on and on... | |
and we keep holdin' on, | |
and we keep bein' strong... | |
and we keep goin' on | |
and on and on and on... |
YEOW!!!! | |
SO! | |
In the beginning | |
there was a hum | |
from a poet whose pulse fell | |
DRUM DRUM DRUM! | |
He would perform prayers and all | |
till one day he heard a voice call | |
COME COME COME! | |
Sus' pi' cious he moved | |
with vicious caution | |
Dismisses, | |
he thinks is a little often | |
People get held back | |
by the void inside ' em. | |
YO! | |
The void said, | |
I' m poised to speak inside you... | |
" Rejoice then ... please let me invite you | |
... To evil, greed and lies too." | |
YEAH! | |
Confused and dazed | |
he moved in ways | |
he soon became " Hakuna" | |
BOOM BOOM BOOM | |
A knock on his door, his heart is no more | |
A knock on his door, his soul is no more | |
Yeah... | |
That was in the beginnin' | |
As the story goes on... | |
So | |
The poet' s got a proposal | |
he would always hope but never know | |
what it feels | |
to be free | |
He would be the frozen | |
imposed as the chosen, | |
all laws oppose him | |
But it would be greed | |
That' s got him there | |
he' s powerhungry, | |
and proud too | |
People don' t care, he will just care | |
Evil don' t care, he will just prayer... | |
Yeah | |
That was In the beginning.. | |
there was a hum | |
... then things changed | |
Yeah | |
They say | |
it is better to light a candle than to curse the dark | |
in the eyes of the youth | |
there are question marks | |
like freedom | |
freedom for the mind and soul, | |
we don' t see them | |
see them for their worth at all, | |
that' s why we lead em | |
lead em to these wars | |
and what is it we feed em | |
feed em our impurities | |
and who it is we treat em | |
treat em like the enemy | |
humanity will need em | |
need em like the blood we spill | |
and we' re freedom | |
freedom for the hearts we fill | |
we mislead em | |
they hunger for the love we give | |
but we cheat em | |
the guys beat him and all he wants | |
is his freedom, | |
so they defeat him, | |
whatever spirit he' s got | |
" beat him" | |
and they teach him | |
the rest of the world don' t need him | |
and he believes | |
in the disease that he' s heathen | |
Put up your fists if all you want is freedom | |
Put up your fists if all you want is | |
That was in the beginning... | |
then things changed.. | |
yeah | |
and we keep holdin' on, | |
and we keep bein' strong... | |
and we keep goin' on | |
and on and on and on... | |
and we keep holdin' on, | |
and we keep bein' strong... | |
and we keep goin' on | |
and on and on and on... | |
and we keep holdin' on, | |
and we keep bein' strong... | |
and we keep goin' on | |
and on and on and on... | |
and we keep holdin' on, | |
and we keep bein' strong... | |
and we keep goin' on | |
and on and on and on... |