Selamat datang di halaman lirik lagu "How The Leopard Got Its Spots" yang dibawakan oleh Portugal. The Man. Nikmatilah syair-syair yang indah dan penuh makna ini, yang mengeksplorasi tema-tema seperti identitas, rasa takut, dan transformasi.
Lirik yang ditulis dengan cerdik ini menggugah pikiran dan imajinasi, mengundang pendengar untuk merenungkan pertanyaan penting tentang sifat manusia. Melodi yang menghantui dan lirik yang puitis berpadu sempurna untuk menciptakan pengalaman mendengarkan yang mendalam dan menggugah.
Dalam lirik ini, kita menemukan sebuah narasi tentang pengungkapan diri dan perjuangan melawan ketakutan. Penulis meneliti kompleksitas emosi manusia dan dampaknya pada identitas kita. Penggunaan metafora dan simbolisme yang mendalam memberikan kedalaman dan resonansi pada lirik, menciptakan sebuah karya seni yang tak terlupakan.
Baik Anda seorang penggemar lama dari Portugal. The Man atau baru saja menemukan musik mereka, kami yakin Anda akan menemukan lirik "How The Leopard Got Its Spots" ini sebagai sumber inspirasi dan kontemplasi.
How The Leopard Got Its Spots Lyrics
Portugal. The Man
To triggers that cause bodies that tremble.
But this mud looks shallow from the beach,
When we hide behind such ugly faces.
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head,
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
Child bearing games from the streets down to the shores,
They’re playing as waterways open in an obscene gaping gasp.
But this mud looks shallow from the beach,
When we hide behind such ugly faces.
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head,
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
"Rally all your men, there is work to be done."
Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place,
Because he won't come down.
He won’t come down. (He won’t come down.)
He won't come down. (He won’t come down.)
When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable,
"With eyes like these."
Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade,
Clockwork calculating surgical precision.
But this mud looks shallow from the beach,
When we hide behind such ugly faces.
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head,
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
"Rally all your men, there is work to be done."
Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place,
Because he won't come down.
He won’t come down. (He won’t come down.)
He won't come down. (He won’t come down.)
Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
To stomachs that swallowed whole that bayou.
But this mud looks shallow from the beach,
When we hide behind such ugly faces.
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head,
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"