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Description
When familiar things start to disappear - the bar, the car, even the stadium - only music remains. The same music that survives apocalypses and Mondays. It can drown out all regrets, turn pain into a major key, and transform fatigue into a guitar riff. It includes conversations with your grandmother over time, apologies spoken in the rain, and a strange relief that everything has already happened - and nothing needs to be fixed. You just take what hurts and turn it into rock ‘n’ roll. Because sometimes there's no other way to survive.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Grandmother, my mother, tell me about today.
It's been strange, dancing at the bar, kissing in the car, standing in the state.
Knowing soon there'll be no bar, no car, no state.
Grandmother, sleep tight, sleep loose.
It's all right, everything that happened, happened.
So what's new, so holding, it's unfolding, we're all insane.
We all make love.
We all share many things.
Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll.
Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll. Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll.
Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll.
My lover,
I just wanna say,
I'm sorry for the way.
Today,
I was lazy.
I felt crazy, and drained.
But on my way home, the sky broke, it started to rain.
I saw the sun through the clouds.
I saw love through the pain.
I saw the sun through the clouds.
I saw love through the pain.
Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll.
Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll. Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll.
Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll.
Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll.
Gonna turn it on, get your rock 'n' roll.