One Kind Of Solomon
The New Pornographers"One Kind Of Solomon" ist ein Song von The New Pornographers, 2019, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:23, 36 lines / 335 words.
Songtext
0:13Solomon had his following, he heard his calling
0:16In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
0:19Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon
0:22But he had to take the work the world would hand him, in this gig economy
0:29Solomon built his temple, as an example
0:32But his people trashed the place like it was a rental
0:35Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon
0:38But the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in....
0:43Stranger every time I open up my eyes....
0:47Stranger every time I open up my eyes....
1:07Solomon had his following
1:09They had been calling him by so many names that he lost track of all of them
1:13Famous for nearly killing the kid and expecting
1:16That his blind faith was as honorable as the next thing
1:20He prayed for happy landing
1:23Solomon knew astronomy
1:25Didn’t take Ptolemy to say “the Pharisees got nothing on me”
1:29Sooner or later you see that side of the cannon
1:33As you look up from the jar you had your hand in
1:37Stranger every time I open up my eyes...
1:41Stranger every time I open up my eyes...
1:48These are bad signs, while rivers of bad wine are poured down our culture
1:57Blood’s what we draw here, as we skip to the best bits
2:04Trying to mess with the names on the guest list
2:10Waiting for screen time, waiting for starlight
2:17Waiting to skip line, waiting for starlight
2:23Waiting for checkmate, wanting to get straight
2:43Solomon has his following, he had his calling in a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
2:50Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon
2:53But the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in
2:56Solomon had his following...
3:03Solomon had his following...
3:10Stranger every time I open up my eyes...
3:14Stranger every time I open up my eyes...
3:18Stranger every time I open up my eyes...
3:23Stranger every time I open up my eyes...
Solomon had his following, he heard his calling In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon But he had to take the work the world would hand him, in this gig economy Solomon built his temple, as an example But his people trashed the place like it was a rental Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon But the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in.... Stranger every time I open up my eyes.... Stranger every time I open up my eyes.... Solomon had his following They had been calling him by so many names that he lost track of all of them Famous for nearly killing the kid and expecting That his blind faith was as honorable as the next thing He prayed for happy landing Solomon knew astronomy Didn’t take Ptolemy to say “the Pharisees got nothing on me” Sooner or later you see that side of the cannon As you look up from the jar you had your hand in Stranger every time I open up my eyes... Stranger every time I open up my eyes... These are bad signs, while rivers of bad wine are poured down our culture Blood’s what we draw here, as we skip to the best bits Trying to mess with the names on the guest list Waiting for screen time, waiting for starlight Waiting to skip line, waiting for starlight Waiting for checkmate, wanting to get straight Solomon has his following, he had his calling in a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon But the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in Solomon had his following... Solomon had his following... Stranger every time I open up my eyes... Stranger every time I open up my eyes... Stranger every time I open up my eyes... Stranger every time I open up my eyes...
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