Текст Dan Bull – Give Me Your Hand (Baby In A Backpack)

Give me your hand in spirit
Give me your hand in flesh
Give me your hand in living life
Give me your hand in death

Baby in a backpack
The pack is on the front so it’s a bum bag
The bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what’s basically a backpack

This grey place is
Full of grey faces
Day changes to night
Tonight then they’ll change places
Strange cases
Of unexplained traces
Of our saving grace we remain gracious
It’s in our innate natures
So we may just make it
Through the acres of aches and pains for ages
And if it wasn’t for the aegis of fate
We’d be just pieces of meat on a plate
But we’re so much more
When we climb and then find what we look for
For the razor’s as fine as a tiger’s claw
While the rain in the sky just pours

Give me your hand in humility

Baby in a backpack
The pack is on the front so it’s a bum bag
The bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what’s basically a backpack

This rain won’t wash away our sins
Whether committed before today or since
But all your virtues that you were choosing to hurt you
They are cleansed
Death usurped life’s throne, overthrown
Overgrown, overdosed, obey your prince
Human nature’s a frail thing
Like a day-old infant pale-skinned
Building bridges, building bridges
Wielding kids, revealing rifts
In the peeling edges of the fabric
Of what’s real in the tilt-shift pictures
The gods are jilted, it just feels ridiculous
Filled with wickedness
Realness wilting with willful ignorance
Real talk, it will steal your innocence

Give me your hand in panic
Give me your hand in haste
I know you can handle yourself, but damn it
Just give me your hand in case
Give me your hand in hope
Give me your hand in despair
Give me your hand, I’ll hand you the rope
You can hang with me or hang there

Baby in a backpack
The pack is on the front so it’s a bum bag
The bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what’s basically a backpack

Death Stranding
Grabbing necks, strangling
Out of breath, panting
Sweat glands in effect and every hair standing up
Headbanging like an egg scrambling
Dismantling the myth
Phantom in the midst
Ambience, this anthem is a hit
And so I suggest
That you better get dancing
To the best damn thing ever
This planet has left in its habitat
The actual sonic manifestation of a panic attack
Dismantling the tabernacle of rational thought
Everything that’s ever happened has warped
There’s a tap at the door
You better answer it, it’s an evangelist
Bearing a manuscript
And if he’s left hanging for a little too long
There’ll be death stranding, you’ll be gone

Give me your hand in dignity
Give me your hand in doubt
Give me a hand in giving me
Whatever gifts you’re handing out
Give me your hand in sorrow
Give me your hand and say
That you’ll give me your hand tomorrow
Once you give me your hand today

Baby in a backpack
The pack is on the front so it’s a bum bag
The bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what’s basically a backpack