Reach For The Sky |
LyricsI came in on the night flightwith a pocket full of tricks on the wings of an angel who was driven by a fix when I hit the walkway wasn´t stepping on no cracks had a ticket to the freeway and a pocket full of facts if you live one more minute then your time will come got a half pack of sigarettes a whole soul full of fun when I left from London it was nothing but plain that alligator shoes ain´t no good in the rain someone said ... reach for the sky don´t try to make a stand don´t make me pull this trigger i got the stopper in my hand she was standing in a red dress with a broken shoe holding a big magazine wearing french perfume you could tell it wasn´t sunday you could tell she was for real kept her dark eyes in a suitcase till the waiter brought her meal read an article on hemingway with her summertime smile trying to get her bearings strutting with style making friends with a stranger on a friday night said he was from out of town she said it was alright when he made the first move she seemed to like it ... reach for the sky don´t be nobodys fool if you put a dime in the joint come sunday you'll be cool eating with a hooker waiting on a kiss bloodstains on my collar whadya think of this the note said: daddy, daddy, i really hate you leaving but I really gotta go i know it's gonna hurt you to your heart, so, so never trust barmaids who swindle on the change be careful who you talk to when they're acting strange watch out for the fool who's uneasy with the blade people who don´t look right at you and those who change their name have you ever seen a dog's breath flying in the wind ever talk to a french chick who thought she never sinned ever run for cover in the Lost and Found smoked a little boo and such then woke up on the ground then you can ... reach for the sky like the wiseman once said before you take some action start to use your little head amsterdam is calling reykjavik is fine sitting on a money pouch enough to make you blind talk about your woman wish you could see mine pretty as a picture with a glass of wine bloodstains on my pillow, whatya think of this restless nights, restless nights waiting for that kiss a magazine... dark eyes in a suitcase... in a limousine everybody knows about the sky that turns to grey everybody knows about the way you feel today reach for the sky don´t try to make a stand don't make me pull this trigger got the stopper in my hand reach for the sky reach for that sky [reach for the sky] |
| Short Song Description: jazz funk with turntable scratch |
| Lyric Credits: JJ Soul |
| Music Credits: Ingvi Thor Kormaksson & JJ Soul |
| Producer Credits: Edvard Larusson |
| Performance Credits: JJ Soul Band |
| Label Credits: Hrynjandi |
| Song Length: 7:02 |
| Primary Genre: Jazz-Fusion |
| Secondary Genre: R & B-Funk |
| Tempo / Feel: Medium (111 - 130) |
| Lead Vocal: Male Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1: Airplanes |
| Subject Matter 2: Existence |
| Mood 1: Distressed |
| Language: English |