Letra de Dreams and Boxes - Watsky

Part I: Dreams

I think I know where all my problems come from (California)

I never really had the guts to look under that log

I need them all, all, all to love me

But they see through me so easy

I wish I could believe in your God

Sounds fun, we could throw rocks out of heaven

I get these dark thoughts every day now

I never thought I'd be that one

Good news, I'm way too scared to do it

And I have too much fun being scared

I'm in this for life

Like it or not

I'm not going anywhere, anywhere

I'm in this for life

Like it or not

You will have to drag me by the neck

I'm not gonna bail

Writing on the ceiling of the box while the coffin is nailed

California dreamin' while the demons are hot on our tail

Hop a curb, yes, that was me off of the trail, officer

No, I don't have a good reason

I was just in a mood to go seekin'

Heard a hard poem, it had my heart thumpin'

Start my blood pumpin' again

This one is for the people who raised me up

It's for the people who raised me up

If you remember one thing, then remember how it felt

When you felt for the first time

This one is for the people who raised me up

It's for the people who raised me up

If you remember one thing, then remember how it felt

I'm in this for life

I'm not going anywhere, anywhere

I'm in this for life

Drag me by the neck

You want your holy grail

Try not to overthink it

I try but always fail

But I want it so damn bad

I'm addicted to life

If I lived how I thought that you want me to live

I don't think you'd like what you got

If I shot my poetry out of a cannon

Would it make it any better?

If you fill a gun with glitter

What'll become of the bullet

If you're only suffering under a veil?

I'm in this for life

Like it or not

I'm not going anywhere, anywhere

I'm in this for life

Like it or not

You will have to drag me by the neck

This one is for the people who raised me up

It's for the people who raised me up

If you remember one thing, then remember how it felt

When you fell for the first time

This one is for the people who raised me up

It's for the people who raised me up

If you remember one thing, then remember how it felt

Part II: Untitled Spoken Word Poem

I dreamed I understood myself completely

We were having a party in a house falling out of the sky

Every clique showed up

The ones who love the smell of gasoline

The shy beautifuls

The microphone eaters

The gimme gimme gimmes

The maybe next years

The boring childhooders who trashed their lives for fun

The house rotated as it made it through the storm

Eyeball-sized hail sailed sideways through the windows

As the single pane, survived-the-great-fire hundred-year-old glass all smashed

We laughed and dropped the hailstones in our drinks and danced

We started chanting something optimistic that we knew was maybe mostly bullshit

That if we even still felt one-tenth of one percent how we felt in that moment in the morning

That it would be an energy that could shake neighborhoods from their foundations

We dragged ourselves on a twenty-mile mission to fill our goblets in the kitchen

I got stopped by a hallway goblin named Frank

Who said he once dreamed Karl Marx and Rosa Parks were beating the shit out of him

Which gave him a full-body orgasm

I told him my dad analyzes dreams for a living and believes they're portals to the subconscious

And I believe him and I don't judge you, we're all weirdos

My dad still refuses to drive Beemers because they made cars for Hitler

But I always suspected that that was convenient logic

For a family that could only afford used station wagons

I told him how in a drawer in my house I found a matchbook from my dad's 1955 Bar Mitzvah

It still had nine dry unused matches that hadn't been torn from the cardboard

It's a time machine and remains my second most prized possession

Do you understand this, Frank?

You're in the presence of a motherfucker who owns fire from the past

Can you imagine getting high with a flame from 1955? Can you?

Do you feel connected to your ancestors? Do you?

Do you ever feel strange? Wonder how the world's gaze has shaped you?

Do you fear being shaken by the shoulders like an Etch A Sketch

Being mugged for your memories? I do

They are my first most prized possession

My very first memory was sitting in a high chair with my brother the day the Bay ripped in two

The earthquake shook the china from the shelves and we clapped because we didn't understand

I told him how my mother's father died in a plane crash

I told him how my brother grew up to be a pilot

And then the captain, which apparently the building had and was my brother

Came over the intercom, which apparently the building had

And alerted the party that the house was starting to spin faster

And soon it would be time for us to hit the ground

So either buckle your seatbelts, say your prayers

Or find someone who wants to fuck you

China was smashing against the ceiling

Me and Frank said our goodbyes easily once I realized I'd been having a conversation in the mirror the whole time

I climbed out a window, clung to a drainpipe, and watched the stars paint the sky

Part III: Boxes

Little boxes on the hillside

(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)

(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes, I got my)

Little boxes on the hillside

(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)

(I got my)

I see the ghosts on every corner

Of the people that we used to be

So many that they sit upon the shoulders of their brothers and their sisters

As our city slips into the sea

Danny in a DC tee gettin' stomped in the head on Clement Street

Kids in the black boots

Dad's got the long hair, Dad's gettin' hired, gettin' fired

Everybody wave (Me in the ambulance!)

Mom's got my pills in a paper bag, bills on the table

That's before they were really real people

And the punks grabbed my bike in the Safeway parking lot

Chased 'em for five blocks, never got it back

Little boxes on the hillside

(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)

(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes, I got my)

Little boxes on the hillside

(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)

(I got my)

We were already fading, we just didn't know it yet

Holdin' onto the lie of my perfection tucked under my arm like a late Blockbuster cassette

And fuck yeah, I was hard for Miss Popular

Been jockin' her but she couldn't see where I sat with binoculars

Binaca stashed in my pocket, shot my good shot, the good Lord, she blocked it

Cherish the small tragedies

The big ones are smokin' out in the bathroom and loiterin' for the moment when nobody sees 'em comin'

An openin' they can jump in and make a total catastrophe

My family tried to hold it together

But now that we can't hold it together

We'll hold each other closer instead

Little boxes on the hillside

(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)

(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes, I got my)

Little boxes on the hillside

(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)

(I got my)

Danny in the deep blue sea getting wasted on the MUNI out to DP

Kids with the tall cans

Dad's got the short hair, Dad's not retired quite yet

Everybody wave (Me in the ambulance!)

Mom plays guitar and she sings to us at night

That was before we were really real people

And the punks grabbed my bike in the Safeway parking lot

Chased 'em for five blocks, never got it back

Little boxes on the hillside

There's a blue one and a yellow one

And they all look just the same

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