American, Millenial, Whovian, art historian (kinda). I love Jesus, YouTube, and you. I enjoy me some music, culture, laughter, and linguistics among lots of other random stuff.

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Posts tagged "Fever's End"

1. Electric Shock areia electrostep remix - f(x)

2. Gangnam Style - Psy

3. Holding Back The Years - Simply Red

4. Painkiller - SPICA

5. All of Tablo’s Fever’s End album

6. Ping - Clazziquai

7. How We Feel - Clazzi feat. Seulong of 2AM

8. Planet Home - Jamiroquai

9. You Deserve Better - Verbal Jint feat. Sanchez of Phantom

10. I Love Lucy - Big Phony - seriously, watch this video. It’s one of the best music videos of our generation, no joke.

This is the current song on my blog right now. The rapper of the song, Tablo, is a Korean-Canadian who graduated with a Bachelor’s and Master’s degree in English from Stanford University in one 3.5 year period. Basically, he’s a genius. His lyrics are always heartfelt and thoughtful, and this song, he says, is his way of showing appreciation and acknowledgement that everything comes from something. The fully translated lyrics are as follows:

A cup of coffee, its source is poverty.
A tiny hand that should be extending towards a dream, while
Holding a paper air plane or a pencil,
Is damp with coffee-taint.
Hand-drip. Thanks, little barista.
It’s reality hurts my heart, say I. But I need caffeine, hurry and add a shot.
Vicious cycle’s circulation; I’m consumption’s leech.
One man’s poverty is another man’s luxury.
Afar, people who made my shoes are probably bare-feet-ed.
Even the warmth that holds me can be traced to blood-filled holes and stacks of bones.
In order for me to look like a have, the have-nots’ tears pools in the back.
Everyone says ignorance is a bliss. It’s because conscience turned into a disease in this world.

Source. Is it beauty if it came from filth. Tell me.
Trace. Is it beauty if it came from filth. Represent where you’re from.

Oil and energy has already turned into holy water.
War and chemistry has its provenance in greed.
The problem that shines brighter than blood diamond, but it’s a problem more tiresome than gas price.
In order for my car to be on commute,
For a child that continues on walking,
Someone crawls the battlefield.
Source is fear, and the flag planted in the ground dug up by a system that followed is slanted.
But I need technology.
Hurry and build me another factory, please.
Whether it’s festering in the roots, the whole tree or the forest, as long as the branches bears an apple, it’s all holy garden to me.
So that I may go forward there is a precipice being created after me at every step.
Everyone says time solves everything. It’s because present turned into a disease in this world.

Source. Is it beauty if it came from filth. Tell me.
Trace. Is it beuaty if it came from filth. Represent where you’re from.

All the people who are inconvenienced for my comfort, thank you. And I’m sorry.
All the people who hides their breaths so I may breathe, thank you. And I’m sorry.
All the people who has crumbled so that I may stand, thank you. And I’m sorry.
All the people who are sources of this world, thank you. Thank you.

Source. Is it beauty if it came from filth. Tell me.
Trace. Is it beuaty if it came from filth. Represent where you’re from.