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Watsky

Genres: Hip-Hop

Theories Lyrics - Watsky

Arthur stepped off, yeah he stepped offa the chair 

Couldn't weigh a hundred forty pounds 

And the rope snapped, yeah, the rope snapped 

And then Arthur found himself looking up from the ground 

Looking up, looking up, found things looking up 

Looking up, looking not so down, no not so down 

No knots don't have to stay that way 

No, not so tightly wound 

 

What a lovely thing it is to fail 

To release those grasping fingernails 

Arthur thought the end was near 

Then Arthur played for fifty years 

And then my father walked down 8th and 57th street to 

Carnegie Hall, yeah it was Carnegie Hall 

The show was past sold out for weeks 

But they said "if you don't mind, if you don't mind sitting on stage 

Sometimes we release a couple seats" 

Twenty feet, twenty feet, yeah my dad's twenty three 

Twenty feet from the hands on the keys 

Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man with the hands that almost didn't exist 

That almost didn't exist to see 

 

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Back in 97 when Dad was my chauffeur 

He'd play radio and I'd try to guess the composer 

Chopin sprinkled over the hum of the motor 

When I was young never I'd doubt my composure 

Everything's kosher, man I was so sure 

I'd say that I'm good 

Don't want no adulthood 

I never understood 

Couldn't get how anyone would ever want to end to their life 

Until the day that I could 

I've heard it said we're alone in the ether 

That we're the only intelligent creatures 

So you don't need to adjust your receivers 

If they were out there they'd be texting us, hitting our beepers 

Invading us on some alien Julius Caesar 

Or begging "take me to your leader" 

But I got a theory it's neither 

That there's a billion brilliant alien planets at leisure 

Smoking alien reefer 

The evolution of the mind's not the hunger to conquer 

Or to want or to seek or to wander 

Or even wonder, but to simply to be 

Until we cease to be any longer 

There's nothing wrong with heavy eyelids 

I hope you enjoyed my twenties as much as I did 

You'll never know how much that all of you provided 

And I'm gonna try to do the same for my k- 

 

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