When the Poet Sings Lyrics

Song	When the Poet Sings
Artist	L.A. Salami
Album	Sofar #1
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[00:00.000]	作词 : Lookman AdeSalami
[00:01.000]	作曲 : Lookman AdeSalami
[00:29.398]	upon the autumn streets when the city is away
[00:33.348]	on some lonesome quest for winter
[00:36.486]	the man who sings his poems unravels his display
[00:41.541]	and the neon spectrums turn to splinters
[00:46.248]	and the nights are cold sometimes, but never for his pages
[00:50.754]	they don't sway against this wilderof the stage
[00:55.474]	and the ageless battle cries I unearthed from my eyes
[01:00.181]	no longer writhe because the singing poet is wise
[01:04.448]
[01:06.174]	they said that love of mine won't wither
[01:09.228]	that time will bring a treasure trove of things
[01:13.089]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[01:17.539]	but still it stings
[01:19.176]	but it doesn't matter
[01:21.032]	when the poet sings
[01:24.248]
[01:41.959]	under the smoky chimes of roll up cigarettes and rhymes
[01:45.645]	beneath the ponds of makeshift filters
[01:49.764]	he told me that my sorries were really not worth their weight sometimes
[01:55.123]	and it was best to let them wither
[01:59.301]	and though I've sung and rung those bells of innocence undone
[02:04.072]	with the side of the sun
[02:07.375]	but within his song I sail amongst the sounds where sunlight fell
[02:13.390]	when my experience begun
[02:16.148]	and when I'm weather-worn the virtues of my mind have torn away
[02:23.092]	and no such sounds won't stray
[02:26.755]
[02:27.286]	and if I keep my sorries they'll not wither
[02:30.217]	and time will bring a treasure trove of things
[02:34.262]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[02:38.548]	but still it stings
[02:40.212]	but it doesn't matter
[02:42.785]	when the poet sings
[02:48.398]
[03:02.724]	and when this drifting debutante Madonna's come of age
[03:06.397]	and her days of youth are over
[03:10.534]	she and I will both surmise that the poet's song will brush aside this man
[03:16.662]	just as the infant's sorrows hold her
[03:19.940]	and on the day that I am slayed and by the colors of my mind betrayed
[03:25.212]	on the silence of the stage
[03:28.200]	the poet's song will set apart and turn to flames my weary rungs
[03:33.975]	and set my phenomenons ablaze
[03:38.328]
[03:39.384]	he said my charming death would wither
[03:41.986]	and time would bring a treasure trove of things
[03:46.798]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[03:50.499]	but still it stings
[03:53.380]	but it doesn't matter
[03:57.235]	when the poet sings

[00:00.000]	zuo ci : Lookman AdeSalami
[00:01.000]	zuo qu : Lookman AdeSalami
[00:29.398]	upon the autumn streets when the city is away
[00:33.348]	on some lonesome quest for winter
[00:36.486]	the man who sings his poems unravels his display
[00:41.541]	and the neon spectrums turn to splinters
[00:46.248]	and the nights are cold sometimes, but never for his pages
[00:50.754]	they don' t sway against this wilderof the stage
[00:55.474]	and the ageless battle cries I unearthed from my eyes
[01:00.181]	no longer writhe because the singing poet is wise
[01:04.448]
[01:06.174]	they said that love of mine won' t wither
[01:09.228]	that time will bring a treasure trove of things
[01:13.089]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[01:17.539]	but still it stings
[01:19.176]	but it doesn' t matter
[01:21.032]	when the poet sings
[01:24.248]
[01:41.959]	under the smoky chimes of roll up cigarettes and rhymes
[01:45.645]	beneath the ponds of makeshift filters
[01:49.764]	he told me that my sorries were really not worth their weight sometimes
[01:55.123]	and it was best to let them wither
[01:59.301]	and though I' ve sung and rung those bells of innocence undone
[02:04.072]	with the side of the sun
[02:07.375]	but within his song I sail amongst the sounds where sunlight fell
[02:13.390]	when my experience begun
[02:16.148]	and when I' m weatherworn the virtues of my mind have torn away
[02:23.092]	and no such sounds won' t stray
[02:26.755]
[02:27.286]	and if I keep my sorries they' ll not wither
[02:30.217]	and time will bring a treasure trove of things
[02:34.262]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[02:38.548]	but still it stings
[02:40.212]	but it doesn' t matter
[02:42.785]	when the poet sings
[02:48.398]
[03:02.724]	and when this drifting debutante Madonna' s come of age
[03:06.397]	and her days of youth are over
[03:10.534]	she and I will both surmise that the poet' s song will brush aside this man
[03:16.662]	just as the infant' s sorrows hold her
[03:19.940]	and on the day that I am slayed and by the colors of my mind betrayed
[03:25.212]	on the silence of the stage
[03:28.200]	the poet' s song will set apart and turn to flames my weary rungs
[03:33.975]	and set my phenomenons ablaze
[03:38.328]
[03:39.384]	he said my charming death would wither
[03:41.986]	and time would bring a treasure trove of things
[03:46.798]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[03:50.499]	but still it stings
[03:53.380]	but it doesn' t matter
[03:57.235]	when the poet sings

[00:00.000]	zuò cí : Lookman AdeSalami
[00:01.000]	zuò qǔ : Lookman AdeSalami
[00:29.398]	upon the autumn streets when the city is away
[00:33.348]	on some lonesome quest for winter
[00:36.486]	the man who sings his poems unravels his display
[00:41.541]	and the neon spectrums turn to splinters
[00:46.248]	and the nights are cold sometimes, but never for his pages
[00:50.754]	they don' t sway against this wilderof the stage
[00:55.474]	and the ageless battle cries I unearthed from my eyes
[01:00.181]	no longer writhe because the singing poet is wise
[01:04.448]
[01:06.174]	they said that love of mine won' t wither
[01:09.228]	that time will bring a treasure trove of things
[01:13.089]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[01:17.539]	but still it stings
[01:19.176]	but it doesn' t matter
[01:21.032]	when the poet sings
[01:24.248]
[01:41.959]	under the smoky chimes of roll up cigarettes and rhymes
[01:45.645]	beneath the ponds of makeshift filters
[01:49.764]	he told me that my sorries were really not worth their weight sometimes
[01:55.123]	and it was best to let them wither
[01:59.301]	and though I' ve sung and rung those bells of innocence undone
[02:04.072]	with the side of the sun
[02:07.375]	but within his song I sail amongst the sounds where sunlight fell
[02:13.390]	when my experience begun
[02:16.148]	and when I' m weatherworn the virtues of my mind have torn away
[02:23.092]	and no such sounds won' t stray
[02:26.755]
[02:27.286]	and if I keep my sorries they' ll not wither
[02:30.217]	and time will bring a treasure trove of things
[02:34.262]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[02:38.548]	but still it stings
[02:40.212]	but it doesn' t matter
[02:42.785]	when the poet sings
[02:48.398]
[03:02.724]	and when this drifting debutante Madonna' s come of age
[03:06.397]	and her days of youth are over
[03:10.534]	she and I will both surmise that the poet' s song will brush aside this man
[03:16.662]	just as the infant' s sorrows hold her
[03:19.940]	and on the day that I am slayed and by the colors of my mind betrayed
[03:25.212]	on the silence of the stage
[03:28.200]	the poet' s song will set apart and turn to flames my weary rungs
[03:33.975]	and set my phenomenons ablaze
[03:38.328]
[03:39.384]	he said my charming death would wither
[03:41.986]	and time would bring a treasure trove of things
[03:46.798]	and the shadows now are just a sliver
[03:50.499]	but still it stings
[03:53.380]	but it doesn' t matter
[03:57.235]	when the poet sings

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