The Perspective Part I - III by Andrew Blu Lyrics
[Part 1: The Perspective of an Ant]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
If life was a junkie, Death would be the dealer
And you would be the needle they share
If life was a game of poker, Death would still be the dealer
But you wouldn’t have any money left to play
[Verse 1: Andrew Blu]
Time is like a smuggler; the only honest thief
One moment laughing and playing, living in a dream
Then suddenly you wake up, and it’s time to serve the queen
No longer can you remember the thoughts of being free
You say, ‘Nostalgia is no longer what it used to be.’
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
I recall it being a sunny day
Beautiful views for the happy
Terrifying for the weak
And to me… devastating
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Can you see the kid without no friends?
He’s walking with his hands in his pocket and
All he need’s a chance but as he turns his head there’s a knock
And he’s back inside his fantasy
The world is big, and he’s an ant who’s dreaming
‘What’s the deal?’, I cry. What’s the big fucking deal?
[Verse 2: Andrew Blu]
I’m haunted by the sunlight and chased into the darkest times
Where no one can hear me or see me
And that’s my biggest fright
The sun is growing smaller and the darkness makes me blind
I long for the day all my wishes come true and I can fly
I say, ‘It’s never too late to paint the grey old sky.’
[Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Look at me through a magnifying glass and you can see
The tears on my cheeks
Look at me running slowly through the grass, the darkest deep
But it’s still the same old oxygen we breathe
[Part 2: The Perspective of a Musician]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
I remember when I first wrote this song
It was in a dream I had
The dream is long forgotten, though
But the feelings remain
[Verse 3: Andrew Blu]
I believe I’m just a detuned note in a symphony of C
Beathoven, I need beats over me or I’ll leave these
Doldrums in the speed of rhymes freezing over me
And all my beats are frozen
I’m composing cause it is the best way to express how I feel
I can’t talk about it, scream about it, neither can I breathe
I’m a freak, you might say. I feel the high pain
I can bleed, and I can die right away
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Listen, if you dare, to the song of my darkest dreams
Feel the low piano, hear the strings and the torment screams
The silence is deafening, the fire is definitely me
And as you think nothing is alright, I’ll tell you that I’m fine
Just so I can go on with my life
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
Life is like any other poem ever written; it has an end
[Bridge: Andrew Blu]
So painfully beautiful, my sweet agony
I’m clearly confused but I try to act naturally
Is it really okay?
I thought my view was blocked
But now it’s clear that it’s just blurry
A mental crucifixion, though a little pain can’t hurt me
But we’re not talking about pain
We’re talking ‘bout a force more powerful and evil
[Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Look at me on this stage inside the spotlight
Can you see the tears on my cheeks?
Look at me, hear me singing ‘bout the magic of a dream
But it’s still the same old oxygen we breathe
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
My feelings are like the Elephant Graveyard…
Taken over, and ruled, by dumb hyenas
Constantly laughing at my soul
Then what am I supposed to feel?
And how am I supposed to feel?
It feels like they aren’t even my feelings anymore
[Guitar solo: Jonatan Ekstrand]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
Do the dead ever dream of a life in peace?
[Part 3: The Perspective of a Butterfly]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
Did we ever cross the lines?
Did we ever infiltrate our minds?
We were enemies to ourselves
We were running like the sand in an hourglass
[Verse 4: Andrew Blu]
Youth is like a prison, thin walls reveal the light
As soon as you’re grown, you are bound
To spread your wings and fly
But does it really matter, which road you choose to go?
What if it's all just a joke, and life's a friendly foe?
Then we are soldiers, and the time is a war we can not win
And it gets colder, and lonelier as the end begins
And then we’re thinking, ‘bout the dreams
That we never did achieve
And how we wasted the part of our lives when we were free
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
We lost it all together
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Fighting every day made me change
Thought it’d make me proud
Flying in the sky was my way but I hit the ground
Music was my fate but I made not a single sound
Not everybody wants to be up high
I’d rather be alone at the bottom than be flying too high
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]]
I believe it’s called ‘love’, but I don’t know how it’s spelled
I have never seen it in writing
I’ve only over heard people talking about it
Love… I have no idea what it might be
[Chorus]
Look at me through binoculars, and maybe you can see
The tears on my cheeks
Look at me flying high above the roofs above the streets
But it’s still the same old oxygen we breathe
[Guitar solo: Jonatan Ekstrand]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
How does it feel not being able to feel?
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Blu]
I’d be an ant if it wasn’t for the great desire
And I’ll be damned if I’m staying in the great deep sky, yeah
I thought I wasn’t but I really am afraid of heights
I know my dream is up at the top, high
But I would rather go with the flow than to fly to paradise
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
I’ve been sad for so long
I cannot remember what it’s like to be happy
I’d like to refer to it as 'unfocused fear’
[Outro: Andrew Blu]
Cold, so cold, so cold, so cold
So cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
It’s really nothing but poems from a former life
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
If life was a junkie, Death would be the dealer
And you would be the needle they share
If life was a game of poker, Death would still be the dealer
But you wouldn’t have any money left to play
[Verse 1: Andrew Blu]
Time is like a smuggler; the only honest thief
One moment laughing and playing, living in a dream
Then suddenly you wake up, and it’s time to serve the queen
No longer can you remember the thoughts of being free
You say, ‘Nostalgia is no longer what it used to be.’
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
I recall it being a sunny day
Beautiful views for the happy
Terrifying for the weak
And to me… devastating
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Can you see the kid without no friends?
He’s walking with his hands in his pocket and
All he need’s a chance but as he turns his head there’s a knock
And he’s back inside his fantasy
The world is big, and he’s an ant who’s dreaming
‘What’s the deal?’, I cry. What’s the big fucking deal?
[Verse 2: Andrew Blu]
I’m haunted by the sunlight and chased into the darkest times
Where no one can hear me or see me
And that’s my biggest fright
The sun is growing smaller and the darkness makes me blind
I long for the day all my wishes come true and I can fly
I say, ‘It’s never too late to paint the grey old sky.’
[Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Look at me through a magnifying glass and you can see
The tears on my cheeks
Look at me running slowly through the grass, the darkest deep
But it’s still the same old oxygen we breathe
[Part 2: The Perspective of a Musician]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
I remember when I first wrote this song
It was in a dream I had
The dream is long forgotten, though
But the feelings remain
[Verse 3: Andrew Blu]
I believe I’m just a detuned note in a symphony of C
Beathoven, I need beats over me or I’ll leave these
Doldrums in the speed of rhymes freezing over me
And all my beats are frozen
I’m composing cause it is the best way to express how I feel
I can’t talk about it, scream about it, neither can I breathe
I’m a freak, you might say. I feel the high pain
I can bleed, and I can die right away
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Listen, if you dare, to the song of my darkest dreams
Feel the low piano, hear the strings and the torment screams
The silence is deafening, the fire is definitely me
And as you think nothing is alright, I’ll tell you that I’m fine
Just so I can go on with my life
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
Life is like any other poem ever written; it has an end
[Bridge: Andrew Blu]
So painfully beautiful, my sweet agony
I’m clearly confused but I try to act naturally
Is it really okay?
I thought my view was blocked
But now it’s clear that it’s just blurry
A mental crucifixion, though a little pain can’t hurt me
But we’re not talking about pain
We’re talking ‘bout a force more powerful and evil
[Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Look at me on this stage inside the spotlight
Can you see the tears on my cheeks?
Look at me, hear me singing ‘bout the magic of a dream
But it’s still the same old oxygen we breathe
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
My feelings are like the Elephant Graveyard…
Taken over, and ruled, by dumb hyenas
Constantly laughing at my soul
Then what am I supposed to feel?
And how am I supposed to feel?
It feels like they aren’t even my feelings anymore
[Guitar solo: Jonatan Ekstrand]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
Do the dead ever dream of a life in peace?
[Part 3: The Perspective of a Butterfly]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
Did we ever cross the lines?
Did we ever infiltrate our minds?
We were enemies to ourselves
We were running like the sand in an hourglass
[Verse 4: Andrew Blu]
Youth is like a prison, thin walls reveal the light
As soon as you’re grown, you are bound
To spread your wings and fly
But does it really matter, which road you choose to go?
What if it's all just a joke, and life's a friendly foe?
Then we are soldiers, and the time is a war we can not win
And it gets colder, and lonelier as the end begins
And then we’re thinking, ‘bout the dreams
That we never did achieve
And how we wasted the part of our lives when we were free
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
We lost it all together
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Blu]
Fighting every day made me change
Thought it’d make me proud
Flying in the sky was my way but I hit the ground
Music was my fate but I made not a single sound
Not everybody wants to be up high
I’d rather be alone at the bottom than be flying too high
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]]
I believe it’s called ‘love’, but I don’t know how it’s spelled
I have never seen it in writing
I’ve only over heard people talking about it
Love… I have no idea what it might be
[Chorus]
Look at me through binoculars, and maybe you can see
The tears on my cheeks
Look at me flying high above the roofs above the streets
But it’s still the same old oxygen we breathe
[Guitar solo: Jonatan Ekstrand]
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
How does it feel not being able to feel?
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Blu]
I’d be an ant if it wasn’t for the great desire
And I’ll be damned if I’m staying in the great deep sky, yeah
I thought I wasn’t but I really am afraid of heights
I know my dream is up at the top, high
But I would rather go with the flow than to fly to paradise
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
I’ve been sad for so long
I cannot remember what it’s like to be happy
I’d like to refer to it as 'unfocused fear’
[Outro: Andrew Blu]
Cold, so cold, so cold, so cold
So cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold
[Spoken: Joakim Lambertsson]
It’s really nothing but poems from a former life