A Bunch of Questions - Gramatik

A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes Were smoking out along the open road The night was very dark and thick between them Each man beneath his ordinary load "I'd like to tell my story" Said one of them so young and bold "I'd like to tell my story Before I turn into gold" But no one really could hear him The night so dark and thick and green Well, I guess that these heroes must always live there Where you and I have only been Put out your cigarette, my love You've been alone too long And some of us are very hungry now To hear what it is you've done that was so wrong I sing this for the crickets I sing this for the army I sing this for your children And for all who do not need me "I'd like to tell my story," Said one of them so bold "Oh, yes, I'd like to tell my story 'Cause you know, I feel I'm turning into gold"

How in this world Can we put a man on the moon And still have a need For a place like St. Judes And why is one man born In a place where all they know is war And a guy like me, Has always been free And how can two people Who've built a loving home Try for years And never have a child of their own And somewhere out there tonight There's a baby no ones holding tight In need of love To me that don't add up But I wasn't there the day you filled up the ocean I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky So I don't mean to second guess you Or criticize what I don't understand These are just a few questions I have And why did my cousin Have to die in that crash A good kid only seventeen I still wonder 'bout that It seems unfair to me Some get the chance to chase their dreams And some don't But what do I know? I wasn't there the day you filled up the ocean I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky So I don't mean to second guess you Or criticize what I don't understand These are just a few questions I have Why do I feel like You hear these prayers of mine When so many oughta be Ahead of me in line When you look down on me Can you see the good through all the bad These are just a few questions I have

We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said, 'There is no reason' And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might have just as well've been closed And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale And so it was that later

While I was playing fair baby You played a cheating game While I was playing fair baby You played a cheating game Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby...

Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Going downtown to see a man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Time and time waits for no man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Going downtown to see a man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Time and time waits for no man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Going downtown to see a man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Time and time waits for no man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Going downtown to see a man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Time and time waits for no man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Going downtown to see a man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Time and time waits for no man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Going downtown to see a man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Time and time waits for no man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Going downtown to see a man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Time and time waits for no man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Hit that jive Jack Put it in your pocket till I get back Going downtown to see a man And I ain't got time to shake your hand

We call it cutting. It isn't exactly that. To me it goes much deeper. Cutting implies separating something. It really should be called assembling. [...] is assembling something to create a home, to create an idea. Do, do You That's a time To feel like making dreams come true Oh, baby Love, Do You love Do You Oh, baby Love, Do You love Do You Oh, baby We call it cutting Love, Do You love That's a time We call it cutting That's a time, that's a time... Oh, baby. Oh, baby.