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letra de dig - runabay

[intro: spoken word by stephen james smith]
we must create to know who we can be
i say this for you, i say this for me
we must create to know who we can be
early beginnings, heart beat warmth and you
first breath, eyes open a new point of view
hands touch, ears hear, clocks ticking
i am who?
we must create to know who we can be
screaming out from within with a voice here
a note floating on there lulling the fear
melody all around this atmosphere
we must create to know who we can be
we heard a song sung, it helped ease the pain
we didn’t feel so lonesome as we sang the refrain
we forgot that feeling until we heard it again
we must create to know who we can be
do you remember the time you heard an opening allegro
or when that beat dropped and how it made your head go?
some things make no sense unless you’re in flow
we must create to know who we can be
you may rise and fall or fall then rise
an arc of a story contains no surprise
but how you tell it therein the art lies
if it’s saved you from yourself
and now there’s no other way
it doesn’t matter how it moved you welcome to the ballet
you’ve just found the peak of parn-ssus, fair play
we must create to know who we can be
i say this for you, i say this for me
we must create to know who we can be

[verse 1]
we stood low, by the limestone at the turning of the road
we took shelter, rain was the norm
i placed my arm round to keep your body warm
threw a hand out to leave in no doubt to commuters and the p-ssers-by
below the college shirt and shoe polish
electric lines ran overhead

[verse 2]
arrived at home to an empty room
where i’d sit down and i’d waste the day away
in all the silence i didn’t understand
when i leave will the sound remain the same

[chorus]
they’ll dig, they’ll dig, they’ll dig, they’ll dig, they’ll dig, they’ll dig you ‘til you’re worn out, with a face like stone
they’ll dig, they’ll dig, they’ll dig, they’ll dig, they’ll dig, they’ll dig you ‘til you’re worn out, with a face like stone

[verse 3]
and through the afternoon, twisted metal on a cathode silver screen
another scratched cd, breathe it, sleeve it, insert and start again

[bridge]
and soon we’re on the rise
hold fire ‘til you see the whites of their eyes
and soon we’re on the rise
hold fire ‘til you see the whites of their eyes

[outro]
and soon they’d all arrive
as the teacher starts asking ‘bout our weekly p-ssions
end of his tether he’d make a threat
and call on his army, then bend and disarm me
and i wonder, was it all worthwhile
though changes were needed, expressions had fleeted
back to another fraught long day
the diggin’ll be repeated in your head

- runabay

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