The story starts
With the four of us stuffed inside of a two bedroom unit
My brother introduced me to the movement and the music
Through a dusty tape filled with accolades
The inner city suburb of Adelaide was the blueprint, Parkside
Was where i was raised till ten years of age
I remember the days when my dad used to paint
Inside our lounge room whilst listening to some eighties tunes
Talking Heads and INXS and B52s
Staring at the canvas, trying to find what inspired him
Battling addictions, demons big as Leviathin
Nicotine, green, psychedelics were tried
And in a house with no air con yeah the heat was stifling
All we had was us, heavily outnumbered
By a system that's corrupt, the house of L Ron Hubbard
Brainwashed my dad and there was no justice
And made him paranoid as f*ck and there was only just us
Broken dreams are littered through out my family tree
These limbs they might fall
Depression sets in, anxiety takes hold, all before the night fall
I can't sleep or dream, my minds an angry sea inside a white squall
Ive gotta stand my ground, change the outcome for the sake of my seed
This is...
The ballad of a failed artist, a moving target
The tale of a broken home the things we had to part with
Relationships with friends, divorce settlements
We divvied up regret, its like the empty feeling never left
Then I met Heather through the storm we weathered it
His claims of embezzlement and Jekyll and Hyde temperament
We gave him granddaughters that he thought were heaven sent
And to his detriment got him a phone so he could message them
Old fashioned values with nothing to do
Inside his own fishbowl world, watching the news
Searching for proof with falsehoods and half truths
I guess that's what he's used to since Xenu in 72'
And since then its been difficult for us
We've had to walk a thin line between maladjusted love
That's unconditional but still there's no justice
And made him wild the f*ck out and there was only just us
Broken dreams are littered through out my family tree
These limbs they might fall
Depression sets in, anxiety takes hold, all before the night fall
I can't sleep or dream, my minds an angry sea inside a white squall
Ive gotta stand my ground, change the outcome for the sake of my seed
This is skyfall, yeah
This is skyfall, uhhh
This is skyfall, yeah
This is skyfall, what, uhh
This is skyfall, this is skyfall
Evan the Evolve - Skyfall Lyrics
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The story starts
With the four of us stuffed inside of a two bedroom unit
My brother introduced me to the movement and the music
Through a dusty tape filled with accolades
The inner city suburb of Adelaide was the blueprint, Parkside
Was where i was raised till ten years of age
I remember the days when my dad used to paint
Inside our lounge room whilst listening to some eighties tunes
Talking Heads and INXS and B52s
Staring at the canvas, trying to find what inspired him
Battling addictions, demons big as Leviathin
Nicotine, green, psychedelics were tried
And in a house with no air con yeah the heat was stifling
All we had was us, heavily outnumbered
By a system that's corrupt, the house of L Ron Hubbard
Brainwashed my dad and there was no justice
And made him paranoid as f*ck and there was only just us
Broken dreams are littered through out my family tree
These limbs they might fall
Depression sets in, anxiety takes hold, all before the night fall
I can't sleep or dream, my minds an angry sea inside a white squall
Ive gotta stand my ground, change the outcome for the sake of my seed
This is...
The ballad of a failed artist, a moving target
The tale of a broken home the things we had to part with
Relationships with friends, divorce settlements
We divvied up regret, its like the empty feeling never left
Then I met Heather through the storm we weathered it
His claims of embezzlement and Jekyll and Hyde temperament
We gave him granddaughters that he thought were heaven sent
And to his detriment got him a phone so he could message them
Old fashioned values with nothing to do
Inside his own fishbowl world, watching the news
Searching for proof with falsehoods and half truths
I guess that's what he's used to since Xenu in 72'
And since then its been difficult for us
We've had to walk a thin line between maladjusted love
That's unconditional but still there's no justice
And made him wild the f*ck out and there was only just us
Broken dreams are littered through out my family tree
These limbs they might fall
Depression sets in, anxiety takes hold, all before the night fall
I can't sleep or dream, my minds an angry sea inside a white squall
Ive gotta stand my ground, change the outcome for the sake of my seed
This is skyfall, yeah
This is skyfall, uhhh
This is skyfall, yeah
This is skyfall, what, uhh
This is skyfall, this is skyfall
With the four of us stuffed inside of a two bedroom unit
My brother introduced me to the movement and the music
Through a dusty tape filled with accolades
The inner city suburb of Adelaide was the blueprint, Parkside
Was where i was raised till ten years of age
I remember the days when my dad used to paint
Inside our lounge room whilst listening to some eighties tunes
Talking Heads and INXS and B52s
Staring at the canvas, trying to find what inspired him
Battling addictions, demons big as Leviathin
Nicotine, green, psychedelics were tried
And in a house with no air con yeah the heat was stifling
All we had was us, heavily outnumbered
By a system that's corrupt, the house of L Ron Hubbard
Brainwashed my dad and there was no justice
And made him paranoid as f*ck and there was only just us
Broken dreams are littered through out my family tree
These limbs they might fall
Depression sets in, anxiety takes hold, all before the night fall
I can't sleep or dream, my minds an angry sea inside a white squall
Ive gotta stand my ground, change the outcome for the sake of my seed
This is...
The ballad of a failed artist, a moving target
The tale of a broken home the things we had to part with
Relationships with friends, divorce settlements
We divvied up regret, its like the empty feeling never left
Then I met Heather through the storm we weathered it
His claims of embezzlement and Jekyll and Hyde temperament
We gave him granddaughters that he thought were heaven sent
And to his detriment got him a phone so he could message them
Old fashioned values with nothing to do
Inside his own fishbowl world, watching the news
Searching for proof with falsehoods and half truths
I guess that's what he's used to since Xenu in 72'
And since then its been difficult for us
We've had to walk a thin line between maladjusted love
That's unconditional but still there's no justice
And made him wild the f*ck out and there was only just us
Broken dreams are littered through out my family tree
These limbs they might fall
Depression sets in, anxiety takes hold, all before the night fall
I can't sleep or dream, my minds an angry sea inside a white squall
Ive gotta stand my ground, change the outcome for the sake of my seed
This is skyfall, yeah
This is skyfall, uhhh
This is skyfall, yeah
This is skyfall, what, uhh
This is skyfall, this is skyfall
Writer: Evan Wuest
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