Текст песни Macklemore — Ten Thousand Hours + аккорды для гитары
Вступление Ten Thousand Hours - Macklemore Capo II Chord progression stays the same until halfway through last verse. Beginning: E G#m C#m A |-0----4----4----0-| |-0----4----5----2-| |-1----4----6----2-| |-2----6----6----2-| |-2----6----4----0-| |-0----4----4----0-| "Raw, unmedicated heart" C#m B F#m A |-4----2----2----0-| |-5----4----2----2-| |-6----4----2----2-| |-6----4----4----2-| |-4----2----4----0-| |-4----2----2----0-| I hope that God decides to talk through 'em That the people decide to walk with 'em Regardless of Pitchfork cosigns I've jumped Make sure the sound man doesn't cockblock the drums Let the snare knock the air right out of your lungs And those words be the oxygen Just breathe Hey man, regardless I'mma say it Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent Got an iTunes check, shit man I'm paying rent About damn time that I got out of my basement About damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages I was made to slay them Ten thousand hours I'm so damn close I can taste it On some Malcolm Gladwell David Bowie meets Kanye shit This is dedication A life lived for art is never a life wasted Ten thousand Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands Ten thousand hands, they carry me Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands Ten thousand hands, they carry me Now, now, now This is my world, this is my arena The TV told me something different I didn't believe it I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential And I know that one day I'mma be him Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego Everyone's greatest obstacle, I beat him, celebrate that achievement Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leaving See, I observed Escher I love Basquiat I watched Keith Haring You see I studied art The greats weren't great because at birth they could paint The greats were great because they paint a lot I will not be a statistic, just let me be No child left behind, that's the American scheme I make my living off of words And do what I love for work And got around 980 on my SATs Take that system What you expect? Generation of kids choosing love over a desk Put those hours in and look at what you get Nothing that you can hold but everything that it is Ten thousand Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands Ten thousand hands, they carry me Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands Ten thousand hands, they carry me Same shit, different day, same struggle Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles Nothing beautiful about it No light at the tunnel For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable Raw, unmedicated heart, no substitute Banging on table tops, no subs to toot I'm feeling better than ever man What is up with you Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some drug abuse I lost another friend, got another call from a sister And I speak for the people that share that struggle too Like they got something bruised My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth It's the part of the show where it all fades away When the lights go to black and the band leaves the stage And you wanted an encore but there's no encore today Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave Part of the show It all fades away Lights go to black Band leaves the stage You wanted an encore but there's no encore today Cause the moment is now Can't get it back from the grave