The Sad God (feat. Black Thought, Ajay Prasanna and Anoushka Shankar)

作曲 : Anoushka Shankar/Damon Albarn/Tariq L. Trotter

I gave you love to fill old glory

I gave you dreams, you wrote the story

I gave you white sails to reach the sun

I gave you atoms, you built a bomb

Now there is nothing and I have gone

No more mountains, no more song

No more prayers sent up into space

Only screens left to see your face

Yeah, I got the intel through the inkwell

You do well when you think well

And people are more likely to try to give you hell when you bring hell

It ain't got to begin well, but it's all well if it end well

And then well, a man's still gotta mean well and intend well, even in hell

You were dating misery's friend of a friend, girl

The guard fell

And light broke through the hard shell of an incel

Trapped inside of a statue

Scratched vinyl in a back room

Accumulating in the vacuum

And ruminating in the bathroom

Just an illustration in a tattoo

Blood moon, blue black moon

Even if they let me into heaven, I would prolly just move back soon

That Dracula/Nosferatu, ooh-la-la Sasson

Les Miserables, one lil' nod at you and I got you

Type shit to lay a clap track to

I can't say it ain't factual

"The master remained natural" should be the answer when they ask you of my advantage

The paradise you were handed, like a pair of dice

And I'm living with uninhibited, unlimited terabytes of—

I gave you blue skies, sweet fallacy

I gave you poppies for malady

I gave you white cells, you weaponised

I gave you garlands, you closed your eyes

In paradise

I gave you blue skies

I gave you my life

In paradise