Be Free (Pachamama) - RIVVRS

Smells like weed and gasoline Yeah, the kids are killin' trees And killin' time But it's all the same to me Skippin' rocks and fallin' leaves It's the season of the bees Save 'em all, but hate 'em more When they sting 'Cause it's alright 'Til you lose your mind So, save your time while it's cheap When the sun is bright And the breeze is kind You've got what it takes To be free Cardboard houses are up for sale Grass is green and the flowers smell Don't you dare be quiet, let me hear you yell Let's build a staircase to the stars Take a trip around mars We can't get there if we never start 'Cause it's alright 'Til you loose your mind So, save your time while it's cheap When the sun is bright And the breeze is kind You've got what it takes To be free Well I still recall what you said With every inch of your breath Forget about the noise And let's run until we're dead And we won't fall for second best 'Til we've been to all the rest Who knows where we will be, or what will grace our silhouettes 'Cause it's alright 'Til you loose your mind So, save your time while it's cheap When the sun is bright And the breeze is kind You've got what it takes to be free Smells like weed and gasoline Yeah, the kids are killing trees And killing time But it's all the same to me

Vineland New Jersey Farmland stretching Far as the eye can see Not much down there but Sun scorched pastures in 1953 The war was over and they came searching For a place to be Left the Rheinland they lost their homeland and all their family Like feathers on the ocean breeze They went spinning and tumbling across the sea Never know where they'll come down Or who'll they be Like Heather on the hillside They where bruised and they where battered by the breeze Searching for a place to be free Sunburnt summer frostbite Winter Kids were plainly dressed Left the farmhouse when he was old enough and Headed out west, from California To southern Africa, and all the way to France And on to England to meet my mother in 1981 A feather on the ocean breeze He went spinning and tumbling across the sea Never knowing when he'd come down Or who he'd be Like Heather on the hillside He was bruised and he was battered by the breeze Searching for a place to be free Oh like a seed that is flying in the Wind in search of water, soil and sun And the birds and the bees to have it all along Now here I am 33 years down 2017 Seen the Rheinland I've been to vineland I'm a feather on the breeze

I wanna be free, Like the bluebirds flying by me Like the waves out on the blue sea. If your love has to tie me, don't try me, Say good-bye. I wanna be free, Don't say you love me say you like me, But when I need you beside me, Stay close enough to guide me, confide in Me, Oh-oh-oh I wanna hold yur hand, Walk along the sadn sand :) Laughing in the sun, Always having fun Doing all those things Without any strings To tie me down. I wanna be free, Like the warm September wind, babe, Say you'll always be my friend, babe. We can make it to the end, babe, Again, babe, I gotta say: I wanna be free I wanna be free I wanna be free

This ain't comin' from no prophet Just an ordinary man When I close my eyes I see The way this world shall be When we all walk hand in hand When the last child cries for a crust of bread When the last man dies for just words that he said When there's shelter over the poorest head We shall be free When the last thing we notice is the color of skin And the first thing we look for is the beauty within When the skies and the oceans are clean again Then we shall be free We shall be free We shall be free Stand straight, walk proud 'Cause we shall be free When we're free to love anyone we choose When this world's big enough for all different views When we all can worship from our own kind of pew Then we shall be free We shall be free We shall be free Have a little faith Hold out 'Cause we shall be free And when money talks for the very last time And nobody walks a step behind When there's only one race and that's mankind Then we shall be free We shall be free We shall be free Stand straight, walk proud, have a little faith, hold out We shall be free We shall be free We shall be free Stand straight, have a little faith We shall be free

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour