Текст песни John Reuben: Pataskala

Pataskala


Bright and early in the morning and my day's on track
Hot coffee in the kitchen? Okay, I'll take it black
66 degrees with a comfortable breeze,
I guess every now and then you get days like these
And I'm thankful, hit the city streets grateful,
We're livin' life to the upmost while we're young and able
While others fable about where they come from,
We got nothing to hide, we're far from stardom

Chorus:
P-A-T-A-S-K-A-L-A, O-H-I-O
P-a (P-a), t-a (t-a), s-k (s-k), a-l-a
-repeat-

We never did anything in that place, just waste time,
Talkin' about what we'd do if givin the chance to
You know, stupid things that we never live out,
It sure was cool for a moment to think about
You could say just an innocent exaggeration,
Just some young adults have fun, by imagination,
But somehow we stretched ourselves and started livin' it
Life is funny sometimes, isn't it?
We're in the sky on the plane over European terrain,
Lookin' down to the ground we watched the earth change
At night in the car over looked by afar,
Thinkin' to ourselves, none of this is really ours
Perspective changes, we could never claim this
Life, Yahweh spoke and showed us what our aim is
Something that wasn't alive by heartbeat and breath,
And something that's not left with bone and flesh

Chorus

Life is too short to sweat the minimal,
And things that once seemed simple now seem valuble
Like the simple satisfaction of being content,
And the simple satisfaction in the time we spent
I value everything our friendship meant,
Even though you never paid me back the money I lent
Speakin' of which, the other day, your mom I saw her,
I had to tell her Scott Bellows still owed me 50 dollars

Chorus

(In Background)

This one goes out to the one we know,
From Kid Flow to Fourth Avenue,
Mr Scott Bellows
-repeat-

I'm wantin' all heads to break up
Open ears to listen,
Scott Bellows is the fellow with the grand design and 'vention
Reuben asked me to throw in a twenty second verse,
I have a rhyme and some time,
But oh well, what could it hurt
Out of style, out of practice,
Out of touch and out of taste,
I started thinkin' to the days of the showcase
So I set off to explorer the store of lyrics in my head,
But for hours I got nothin', and I wrote this instead

(Note: This should be right The only part I'm not exactly
sure about is the last part, after the song ends)







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