So American by Portugal. The Man
If pain was a color to paint on you,
Your heart would be the color blue.
Be a painting, hung up there til your body met your head.
Which were made of silver.
You are the one they call Jesus Christ.
Who didn’t know no rock and roll.
Just a mission made of guns that they give boys in vietnam
But they always told him
There’s a madness in us all.
There’s a madness in us all.
I’m not afraid to die
‘Cause all these colors will change
Do You - Portugal. The Man
Do you, do you understand the people that we are?
and do you believe right from the start?
Do you see that everybody needs?
Do you feel when you’re burning in that hell?
Yeah, we’ll make it here.
The Sun - Portugal. The Man
If you look real high you just might find
Sitting in the stars, glistening, glistening
Waiting for the band to come
Just waiting for that man to come.
Oh, I wonder…
Slip on down from the sun to climb,
Down to earth and down to things like time,
Because we are all, we are all just lovers,
Born of earth and light like all the others.
If you’re talking to the moon,
The moon might sing about the universe
Shouting: “I don’t need, I don’t need time”,
I breathe in time.
Where are we now?
Where are we now?
Slip on down from the sun to climb,
Down to earth and down to things like time,
Because we are all, we are all just lovers,
Born of earth and light like all the others.
If you’re looking for the river just find the mouth,
It’s grinding like gnashing teeth foaming out, foaming out,
Mixing up the hell to come.
Just mixing up the hell to come.
And it’s fixing up to swallow me whole.
It’s fixing up to swallow me whole.
It’s fixing up to swallow my soul.
Fixing up to swallow me whole.
Portugal. The Man | Sleep Forever
Just like old lovers
Who never leave home
We’ll forget the city
And forget the roads
‘Cause we are all rebels
Never do what we’re told
We may not grow money
But man we grow old
Man we grow old
I just want to sleep forever
Never see tomorrow
Or lead or follow
I don’t want to work forever
Know what I know
Or beg or borrow
Colors - Portugal. The Man
Bits and bits of cane, burning burning burning
bit by bit away
they grow as people grow
and glow as people glow
I’m not afraid to die
‘cause all these colors will change
Someone buy me tickets to this show, omg <3
