Lirik Lagu No Regrets - Aesop Rock
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
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Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettesCity born, into this world with no knowledge and no regretsHad a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the streetThe many faces of the various locals that she would meetThere was joshua, age 10Bully of the blockWho always took her milk money at the morning bus stopThere was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodleShe always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlorAnd she drewMen, women, kids, sunsets, cloudsAnd she drewSkyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, townsAlways said hello to passers-byThey'd ask her why she passed her timeAttachin lines to concreteBut she would only smileNow all the other children living in or near her buildingRan around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrantsThey would say'Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?'Lucy would pause, look, grin and say'I'm busy, thank you much'Well, well, one year passedAnd believe it or notShe covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,And she stopped'Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today?'She said:'I'm not giving in, I'm finished,' and walked away
(Chorus: x2)1 2 3That's the speed of the seedA B CThat's the speed of the needYou can dream a little dreamOr you can live a little dreamI'd rather live itCuz dreamers always chaseBut never get it
Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhatBasement apartment in the same building she grew up inShe traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clipTraded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticksAnd she drewLittle bobby who would come to sweep the porchAnd she drewThe mailman, delivered everyday at 4Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle dayBut she found it suitable, and she liked it that wayShe had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purposeThey appreciated space and Rico was an artist tooSo they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew(Look!)Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front doorJust one of the neighbors,Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, reallySay, 'Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??'Lucy would smile and say 'I'm busy, thank you much'And they would make a weird face the second the door shutAnd run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy wasAnd lucy knew what people thought but didn't careCuz while they spread their rumors through the streetShe'd paint another masterpiece
(Chorus x2)
Lucy was 87, upon her death bedAt the senior home, where she had previously checked inTraded in the locks and clips for a head restTraded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happenAnd she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawnHad a television in the room that she'd never turned onLucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wallAnd sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it allNo Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years backSo the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothinShe'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her lifeUntil the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse asideAnd she said:'Look, I've never had a dream in my lifeBecause a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursuedI knew what I wanted and did it till it was doneSo i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!'Well!The nurse jumped back,She'd never heard Lucy even talk,'Specially words like thatShe walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behindThen Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her picturesAnd she died.
(Chorus x2)
1 2 3...A B C...
(Chorus: x2)1 2 3That's the speed of the seedA B CThat's the speed of the needYou can dream a little dreamOr you can live a little dreamI'd rather live itCuz dreamers always chaseBut never get it
Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhatBasement apartment in the same building she grew up inShe traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clipTraded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticksAnd she drewLittle bobby who would come to sweep the porchAnd she drewThe mailman, delivered everyday at 4Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle dayBut she found it suitable, and she liked it that wayShe had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purposeThey appreciated space and Rico was an artist tooSo they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew(Look!)Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front doorJust one of the neighbors,Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, reallySay, 'Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??'Lucy would smile and say 'I'm busy, thank you much'And they would make a weird face the second the door shutAnd run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy wasAnd lucy knew what people thought but didn't careCuz while they spread their rumors through the streetShe'd paint another masterpiece
(Chorus x2)
Lucy was 87, upon her death bedAt the senior home, where she had previously checked inTraded in the locks and clips for a head restTraded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happenAnd she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawnHad a television in the room that she'd never turned onLucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wallAnd sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it allNo Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years backSo the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothinShe'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her lifeUntil the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse asideAnd she said:'Look, I've never had a dream in my lifeBecause a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursuedI knew what I wanted and did it till it was doneSo i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!'Well!The nurse jumped back,She'd never heard Lucy even talk,'Specially words like thatShe walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behindThen Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her picturesAnd she died.
(Chorus x2)
1 2 3...A B C...
