Rocky
The White Buffalo - www.musicasparabaixar.org Lyrics
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Well he dipped his balls in rock and roll
He dove head first into the deep
Live for the moment wild and free
Carry on dance too close
To the fire not the phone
Radio silence don't call
When you live life for the lust
Sometimes you get cuts to the bone
But sometimes you get keys to the throne
Oh the neon lights are on parade
Tomorrow swerves into yesterday
No end in sight there's no last call
Just pills and pipes and alcohol
Carry on dance too close
To the fire not the phone
Radio silence don't call
Cause nobody's home
When you live life to the lust
Sometimes you get cuts to the bone
Sometimes you get
Keys to the throne
Sometimes you've got
One foot in the grave
It reaches up and takes a hold
Masters quickly turn to slaves
Souls are bought souls are sold
Rocky creeps the streets unknown
No name no face just a ghost alone
The fix is in no longer free
There's no bringing Rocky back to me
Now he's got two feet in the grave
He dug himself too deep a hole
No dragons left to slay
Devil squeezed out all the hope
Only one God to obey
Reaches down and takes a hold
Now he can't get away
Now he's lost all control
Masters quickly turn to slaves
Streets run black and take him whole
Where souls are bought souls are sold
The song "Rocky" by The White Buffalo tells the story of a man named Rocky who lived his life on the edge, pushing boundaries and embracing the wild side. The first verse reveals that some people believe he sold his soul to rock and roll, symbolizing his commitment to a lifestyle of excess and indulgence. He threw himself into this lifestyle headfirst, seeking thrills and living in the moment. The chorus warns against getting too close to the fire, metaphorically representing danger, and the singer advises not to call out for help because "nobody's home." The second verse suggests that addiction has taken hold, with pills, pipes, and alcohol being his constant companions. Rocky is described as a ghost, a shell of his former self, as the addiction has taken over his identity. The final verse reveals that Rocky has lost all control, and the streets have consumed him entirely. He has no hope left, and his soul has been bought and sold.
"Rocky" is a hauntingly beautiful ode to self-destruction, with poignant lyrics that paint a vivid picture of a man who has gone too far. The song is a cautionary tale about the dangers of living life on the edge and succumbing to addiction. The imagery is powerful, from the neon lights of the city to the dragons that have been slayed, metaphorically representing past victories. The chorus is a reminder of the fragility of human life and the consequences of recklessness. The ultimate message of the song is that no matter how thrilling or enjoyable the ride, it's always important to keep a sense of balance and perspective.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh some say Rocky sold his soul
There are rumors about Rocky's deal with the devil
Well he dipped his balls in rock and roll
He fully embraced the lifestyle of a rockstar
He dove head first into the deep
He lived life without holding back
Live for the moment wild and free
He enjoyed living life with abandon
Carry on dance too close
Keep going even if it's dangerous
To the fire not the phone
Follow the excitement, not the distractions
Radio silence don't call
Don't expect help or support
Cause nobody's home
There's no one there to answer your call
When you live life for the lust
When you're driven by desire and pleasure
Sometimes you get cuts to the bone
Sometimes you suffer great pain because of it
But sometimes you get keys to the throne
But sometimes you are rewarded with great success
Oh the neon lights are on parade
The bright lights of fame are everywhere
Tomorrow swerves into yesterday
Time passes quickly and the future becomes the past
No end in sight there's no last call
There's no stopping the party and its consequences
Just pills and pipes and alcohol
Just drugs and alcohol to keep the party going
Sometimes you've got one foot in the grave
Sometimes you're close to death because of your lifestyle
It reaches up and takes a hold
Death is inevitable and takes us all
Masters quickly turn to slaves
Those in control can become powerless in an instant
Souls are bought souls are sold
People can be corrupted by greed and immorality
Rocky creeps the streets unknown
Rocky is now insignificant and forgotten
No name no face just a ghost alone
He left no lasting impact on the world
The fix is in no longer free
He's now trapped in his lifestyle
There's no bringing Rocky back to me
He's too far gone and can't be saved
He dug himself too deep a hole
He's in too deep and can't get out
No dragons left to slay
There's nothing left to conquer or achieve
Devil squeezed out all the hope
His deal with the devil left him with nothing
Only one God to obey
There's only one force that controls everything
Reaches down and takes a hold
God takes control of his soul in the end
Now he can't get away
He's stuck and can't escape his fate
Now he's lost all control
He's surrendered all control of his life
Streets run black and take him whole
He's consumed by the darkness of his lifestyle
Where souls are bought souls are sold
A place where people's moral compasses are corrupted
Contributed by Sadie A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Welton_BR
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
[Solo]
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
Andrey
mano a voz desse maluko é muito fodaaaaaa slc
Parsaquino
Brabo
João Victor Lemes
Dá até tristeza não ter nascido com um puta vozeirão desses
James Logan
Tamu ae, Br de bom gosto.
Luan Prado
Maluco é brabo! Salve BR
Marcelo Nonato
Brasil vive ainda
Nikmansol
What a talent this guy. And he looks the part genuinely. He came drunk to sing and he aced it
Miksologi Jarkko A. Karhunen
Gotta admire anyone that can sound this good live.
Wesley Caetano
Que voz top shou shou Wesley Brasil 🇧🇷🇺🇸🇧🇷🇺🇸
Thomas Heinrichs
One of the best singer alive!