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Clint Eastwood
Am F
(1) I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
Am F
I got sunshine, in a bag
Am F
I'm useless, but not for long
Am B
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
Yeah... Ha Ha!
Am F
(2) Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing cos I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin'tunes?
Picture you gettin'down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional
Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual
Hearable
What appears in you is a clearer view cos you're too crazy
Lifeless
To know the definition for what life is
Priceless
For you because I put you on the hype shit
You like it?
Gunsmokin'righteous with one token
Psychic among those
Possess you with one go
Chorus: I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
(3) The essence the basics
Without it you make it
Allow me to make this
Child, like in nature
Rhythm
You have it or you don't that's a fallacy
I'm in them
Every sprouting tree
Every child apiece
Every cloud you see
You see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in disguise
From this fuckin'enterprise
Now I'm sucking to your lies
Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides
With me as a guide
But y'all can see me now cos you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the inner
So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor
With a few rhymes so mother fuckers
Remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless
Feelings, sensations that you thought were dead
No squealing, remember
(that it's all in your head)
Chorus: I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
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Тeкcт: Oh oh oh oh oh
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
(Rah, yeah)
It's coming on, it's coming on
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now time for me is nothin' 'cos I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs and I'm under each snare
Intangible (ah y'all) I bet you didn't think so
I command you to, panoramic view (you)
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose, sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunes
Picture you getting down and I'll picture too
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional, mystical - maybe
Spiritual hero who appears on you to clear your view (yeah)
When you're too crazy
Lifeless for whose definition is for what life is
Priceless to you because I put ya on the hype shift
Did ya like it?
Gut smokin' righteous but one talkin' psychic
But among knows possess you with one though
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
(That's right)
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
The essence, the basics without it you make it
Allow me to make this child like a nature
Rhythm you have it or you don't
That's a fallacy, I'm in them
Every spiralling tree, every child of peace
Every cloud I see you see with your eyes
You see destruction and demise
(That's right)
Corruption in the skies
From this fucking enterprise that I'm sucked into your lies
The Russell that is muscles
The percussion he provides
For me I say God, y'all can see me now
'Cos you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the end of it
So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rounds of motherfuckers
Remember but the thought is
I brought all this so you can survive when law is lawless (right here)
Fearless, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing, remember that it's all in your head
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
My future (future)
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
My future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
My future
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Text: Clint Eastwood (Ed Case Refix)
Bu-whoa!
Dis da man you call Sweet alongside a man called Ed Case
Wit da Gorillaz
The refix
Can I See It
Na na na alright
Na na na oh
It's a bigger o'ting - cha!
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...
Ah ah ah ah
Give 'em some ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Bigger oh ah ah
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
Off with ya clothes with the cure
Oh!
(?)
(?)
Tell me cos I'm oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
(?) On the dance floor
Oh!
Come on... we're makin' money
Oh!
(?) Talks to me funny
Oh!
(?)
(?)
Feel my emotion
Feel my emotion
Music is from the street
Designed to make you move your feet and
Feel my emotion
Feel my emotion
And then on... and then on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Off with ya clothes with the cure
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Off with ya clothes with the cure
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...
It's a bigger o'ting - cha!
Feel my emotion
Feel my emotion
Music is from the street
Designed to make you move your feet and
Feel my emotion
Feel my emotion
And then on... and then on
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Off with ya clothes with the cure
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Off with ya clothes with the cure
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...
Text: Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version)
Yo. Yo. Yo.
Cause I m this, Gorillaz from the mist lyracist and my thoughts be twisted
I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that s never exsisted
My futuristic linquistics turn fools into statistics
I m a lyrical misfit with the sadistic characteristics
I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath
and if a boy wanna test, then I be stampin upon his chest
Done makin a mess - Not a man could concieve the weed I m consumin
and I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human
I spit words from my mouth that be turnin you inside out
and I tie knots in intestines just like I m a boy scout
that s workin em out - Now rearrangin your whole skeletal structure
then I find some nine inch nails to perform some accupuncture
When I punch ya, I rupture one of your rib cage in a rage
and I turn you into a cartoon toon and erase the page
I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flinstone
Got Dino to take a machinos and then forage in a live home
(Life)
I m a take off like a jet pack with the get back, rather step back
I m a make the crowd react and nod they heads until they kneck snap
Life conflict rap while riding a skateboard and doin a tic-tac
and leave your head in a spin like servin on turn table skid mats
I m a concrete lion, big cat - These are real talk, not big-chat
Did ya get that cause I ain t no small timer - I rhyme on big tracks
Now fell the vise I create - This heavyweight, I m a rap to detanate
and demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturaly levitate
to the top - My lyrics are skeletons - Accelerate and leave you panicin
Take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-in like Anakin
I m sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins
My style is totally buckwild and most definately happenin
To your brains I be tappin in, to computers I be hackin in
To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin
I m babblin in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak
Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from concrete
Concrete, concrete, concrete!
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha!
(Si Phili)
I be been stoned; ever since the days of creation, I ve been red
I m a mad dred, causin so much havoc in Russels head
My lyracism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain
He plays the beat in a trance and he s never feeling no pain
I could never be a racist because I posess so many faces
I m one of those beat-up bad wit bags and a pair of braces
with lines longer than laces - I m gracin you with my presence
The lyrics went flippin, makin ya bubble like effervescence
I pulverize and bamboozle, shake numb skulls like a boodle
I smashed the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle
I m as animated as Japanese animes causin callamities
Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality
At the speed of sound, I m wanderin around - The clown done tried to defeat us
without tenacities or audacity - Don t you ever thought you could beat us
Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us,
beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us,
beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us...
Перевод:
Припев: Я счастлив, я весь сияю
Как солнце. Послушай, друг, я знаю:
Я бесполезен, но ненадолго –
Будущее грядет.
Я счастлив, я весь сияю
Как солнце. Послушай, друг, я знаю:
Я бесполезен, но ненадолго –
Будущее грядет.
Оно идет,
Оно идет,
Оно идет.
Наконец-то мне была дарована свобода,
И время для меня ничто - какой сегодня день, какого года?
Я чувствую это – я должен быть там,
Не надо бояться с косами дам -
Сестры Смерти неумолимы.
Меня не заманишь в стальной капкан:
Я весь из дыма, неуловимый.
Ведь ты не думаешь так, не качай головой!
Я все знаю, ведь я владею тобой.
Стоит панорамную картинку поискать,
Смотри – она вся может управляемою стать!
Поищи – выбирай,
Сядь – потеряй.
Вся твоя компания – “веселые” ребята:
Всегда эти пижоны и “зануды-цыплята”…
Как просто грести деньги, делая на них пародии
Как ты думаешь, кто реально сбивает мелодию?
Картинкой ты летишь в трубу нарисованную,
Ты словно белый лист, пером исполосованный.
Все это - вымысел, даже мистично?
Может, божественно и оптимистично?
Слышимо, видимо, неосязаемо…
Все что проявляется в тебе – чистейшее видение,
Эта штука в чем-то схожа с опьянением.
Двинет по шарам мыслишка вдруг пришедшая,
Должен огорчить: твоя фантазия – бред сумасшедшего!
Твое тело безжизненно? - А что есть ЖИЗНЬ, ты знаешь?
Я просто бесценен! Ты и не представляешь
Что я сажаю тебя на мечты, как на иглу
Тебе нравится это? Тихо, парень! Молчу.
Ты странная личность, более чем странная, хех…
Закатывающий глаза медиум из числа тех
Кто владеет тобой с одного движенья.
Припев: тот же.
Суть основ? Прочесть, забить и плюнуть – что-то в этом роде.
Позволь мне сотворить дитя, послушного природе.
Ритмичность – она в тебе, или у вас с ней отчуждение
Что это? Софизм, ошибка или заблуждение,
Признайся, синонимов достаточно!
Я в них: в каждом дереве цветущем,
В ребенке этом милом, к качелям бегущем.
В каждом мутном облаке, которое ты видишь
Своими глазами, я вижу
Мира разрушение,
Продажность, разложение,
И Смерть, ее дыханье слышу…
И вот, благодаря обманной иллюзорности, я вновь
Теперь внимаю твоей дурацкой лжи,
Не через мысли Расса, не через его мышцы,
А через вены, по стенАм которых бежит живая кровь;
Я изучаю этот мир благодаря роптанию ударных,
Ударов, лязга, стуков, шумов, мне приятных.
Теперь настал момент тебе меня узнать,
Ведь ты же слеп сейчас, лишь можешь ощущать
С помощью разума свое повиновение.
В твоей душе сумею найти я сокровенное.
Вот так всегда поблизости от Расса я слоняюсь…
От переизбытка рифм я постоянно маюсь.
И так, запоминай, тебе даю совет,
И мне плевать, поверь,
Последуешь ли ты ему, иль нет.
Ты можешь без потерь
Наладить свою жизнь, когда, быть может,
Закон несправедлив; вина таких лжецов не гложет.
Все те ощущения и чувства, которые были мертвы,
Все это - вымысел чистой воды.
Вот так, малыш! =)
Припев: тот же.
Комментарии: *Да! Точно! А ещё можно так:
Счастия нету, и жизнь вся - говно,
Ну а мне наплевать, ну а мне всё равно!
Только бы сумке был солнечный свет;
Кто-то полезен, а я, лично, нет!
Но скоро уж встречу судьбу я свою:
Грядёт. А пока мне здесь всё пох... Ээээ.. пофигу!
*Это уже не Клинт. Там явно не было слов "малыш" и "друг",
зато хватало "fuck" и его производных
*Чё то как я помню Клинт был нетакой...
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