Letra da Música This Is Grace Jones

This is my voice, my weapon of choice
This is life, this is lifeThis is a plate, this is a cup
This is a story I didn’t make up
This is a girl lost in the woods
Some kind of wagon from some other hoodThis is a voice, these are the hands
This is technology mixed with the bandAre you going into the light?
Are you free of fear today?
When you lie down to sleep do you kind of float awayMost of my crimes are of optimism
40 thousand volts of recognition
They tried to strip me of dignity
But I still have tenacityThese are the words I didn’t invent
Only an attempt to say what I meantThis is the paper, this is the pen
This is my weapon, a means to an endAre you going into the desert?
You’re out of control of your fate
There are no warriors without a war
So get ahead before it’s too lateThis is life
Lay down your spear, let go your fear
Far becomes near, oh Lord
This is lifeThis is the tree that Buddha slept under
These are the clouds, this is our thunder
This is what makes me look up and wonder
Into the eye of the wind
Through the rain, onto the plainThis is what I’m focused on, this is my head on straight
This is the harness, this is the bait
This is me, I’m flying againThis is a lawyer, professional liar
There, taking, igniting the fire
This is the key, this is the door
Imagine the view from the basement floorNow you’re going into the desert
You’re out of control of your fate
Are you a slave in a chain of command
Serving up another man’s headThis is life
Lay down your spear, let go your fear
Far becomes near, look out
This is lifeAre you going into the light?
Are you free of fear today?
When you lie down to sleep, do you kind of float awayThis is depression, it comes when you’re blocking
This is expression, it comes when you’re rockingWhen you lie down to sleep, do you kind of float away
(This is a plate, this is a cup, this is a story, this is a story I didn’t make up)
When you lie down to sleep, do you kind of float away
(This is a plate, this is a cup, this is a story, this is a story I didn’t make up)This is the world still healing, this is man that’s feeling
This is, this is the world still turning
This is the rage still burning, this is the man not learning
This is life

Composição: Grace Jones.