Method Acting/Cortez The Killer

Album: A Friend Of A Friend (2009)
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  • There's no beginning to the story
    A bookshelf sinks into the sand
    A language learned and forgot in turn
    Is studied once again

    It's a shocking bit of footage
    Viewed on a shitty TV screen
    You can squint at it through snowy static
    To make out what it means

    And keep stretching that antenna
    Hoping that it will come clear
    I need some reception, a higher message
    Please tell me what to feel

    'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings
    It's alive with such possibility
    But I know that I feel better when I sing
    Burdens are lifted from me
    That's my voice rising

    So T-Bone, please keep the tape rolling
    Gil, keep strumming that guitar
    We need a record of our failures
    We must document our loves

    I sat too long in my silence
    Grown too old in my pain
    To shed this skin, be born again
    It starts with an ending

    And I don't know what tomorrow brings
    It's full of such possibility
    But I know that I feel better when I sing
    Burdens are lifted from me
    That's my voice rising

    It's not a movie, no private screening
    This method acting, I call it living
    It's like a fountain, the door is open
    We have a problem with no solution
    But to love and to be loved

    So thank you, friends
    For the time we've shared
    Your love stays with me like sunlight and air
    And though I truly wish I
    Could keep hanging around here
    My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear

    He came dancing across the water
    With his galleons and guns
    Looking for the new world in
    The palace in the sun
    On the shore lay Montezuma with
    His coca leaves and pearls in his halls
    He often wondered the secrets of the world
    His subjects gathered round him like
    The leaves around a tree
    In their clothes of many colors for
    The angry gods to see
    And the women all looked beautiful and
    The men stood straight and strong
    They offered life in sacrifice so
    That others could go on

    Hate was just a legend, war was never known
    People worked together and they
    Lifted many stones
    Then they carried them to the flatlands
    But they died along the way
    And they built up with their bare hands
    What we still can't do today
    And I know she's living there and
    She loves me to this day
    I just can't remember when or
    How I lost my way Writer/s: Conor Oberst
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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