More songs by Amble
Description
Sleepy morning philosophy - when the coffee hasn't boiled yet, but thoughts are already discussing the structure of the world. Everything seems simple: breathe, live, don't stick your neck out. But somewhere between the pages of old books and the reflection in the window, the question slips in again - isn't it too easy for humanity to justify its stupidity?
The song sounds like a walk between library shelves, where it smells of dust and a little bit of the arrogance of history. A little fatigue, a little bitterness, but also quiet reconciliation - with oneself, with others, with the fact that “Socrates smiled.” The melody sways lazily, as if the world itself were a philosopher and a joker: it knows that everything is transitory, but it still goes for coffee.
Lyrics and translation
Original
This morning I woke
Lashes long as the rushes
Wipe the sweat from my brow
Let the tap run dry
It's a hard knock life
Without the pushin-shovin
Do I mosey on by?
With the sleep in my eyes
Call my name
Let no stranger judge me
Know my place in this world
And it's a short ride
I treat each face
As they come before me
Heard ignorance was evil
And Socrates smiled
Spent all day in the
Public library
Hoping to be seen
By some passer-by
With an ancient recount
Of the guns and the glory
Democracy saved
And my head held high
Call my name
Let no stranger judge me
Know my place in this world
And it's a short ride
I treat each face
As they come before me
Heard ignorance was evil
And Socrates smiled
Sometimes I wait and
I watch and I wonder
Would the world - equate
If we all sat a while
Then I recall
It's our nature to take
And to pillage and plunder
All life - All time
Call my name
Let no stranger judge me
Know my place in this world
And it's a free ride
I treat each face
As they come before me
Heard ignorance was evil
And Socrates smiled
Call my name
Let no stranger judge me
Know my place in this world
And it's a free ride
I treat each face
As they come before me
Heard ignorance was evil
And Socrates smiled