Watsky — Tiny Glowing Screens Pt. 1 2 & 3 - Live

[Spoken: Watsky] You guys came very close but I did not touch the ground That was like, like the worlds losest trampoline If you are alive, If you have blood pumping through your veins and capillaries Los Angeles, take your arms and raise them to the sky and rock with us one last time Part 1: [Chorus: Camilla Recchio] And when the sun burns out We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens Tiny glowing screens, glowing screens And when the sun burns out We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens Tiny glowing screens [Verse 1] I’ve seen a person go to shows and raise a lighter app But if you’re at my concert please don’t ever try that crap Let’s set fire to the heavens Turn the motherfucking speakers to 11, this is Spinal Tap The future might defeat me, the internet can eat me It really tastes like chicken when I bite the hand that feeds me And I say me me, me me, play my CD, CD Yes indeedy deedy We be greedy and it’s tragic that we yawn We got every gadget but don’t care there’s magic in our palm ‘Cause it’s been getting so hot, I can feel the slow rot But let’s not die before we get to fuck a robot Because we all need something to live for, something to live for, something to live for We all need something to live for, something to live for [Chorus: Camilla Recchio] And when the sun burns out We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens Tiny glowing screens, glowing screens And when the sun burns out We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens Tiny glowing screens [Verse 2: Daye Jack] (Needs transcription) [Bridge] Are we useless? No excuses We took the peace sign, reduced it to deuces Are we useless? No excuses We took the peace sign, reduced it to deuces We took the peace sign, reduced it to deuces So raise your peace sign, if you’re not useless Raise your peace sign, no excuses We took the peace sign, reduced it to deuces [Chorus: Camilla Recchio] And when the sun burns out We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens Tiny glowing screens, glowing screens And when the sun burns out We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens Tiny glowing screens Part 2: [Verse] There’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet And most of us have the audacity to think we matter Hey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked? Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke But he keeled over ‘cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed away? He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck halfway He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who passed? He didn’t jump off that ledge He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast Like he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete The earth is a drum and he’s hitting it on beat The reason there’s smog in Los Angeles is ‘cause if we could see the stars If we could see the context of the universe in which we exist And we could see how small each one of us is Against the vastness of what we don’t know No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again And then where would we be? No frozen dinners and no TV And is that a world we want to text in? Either someone just microwaved popcorn Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession The people are hunched over in Boston They’re starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco They’re grinning in Los Angeles like they’ve got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth But don’t paint me like the good guy ‘cause every time I write I get to choose the angle that you view me and select the nicest light You wouldn’t respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap Tapping through my mind at night The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school Filed carefully on rice paper My heart is a colored pencil But my brain is an eraser I don’t want a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue Truth be told I’m unlikely to hold you down Cause my soul is a crowded subway train And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town I’m joining a false movement in San Francisco I’m frowning and hunched over in Boston I’m smiling in Los Angeles like I’ve got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth And I’m celebrating on weekends Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet And I have the audacity to think I matter I know it’s a lie but I prefer it to the alternative Because I’ve got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / I’ve got A blunt wrap filled with compliments and I’m burnin it You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small We’re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls My mother is an 8 year old girl My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed And that’s the glue between me and you That’s the screws and nails We live in a house made of each other And if that sounds strange that’s because it is Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone’s pockets inside out And remember... You didn’t see shit Part 3: [Intro] Nothing matters, so it doesn't matter if nothing matters And while you be, be true And if you won't, fuck you Burn your clothes Open the wine Close your eyes Freeze time [Verse 1: Watsky] You’re officially welcome to grab your crotches Synchronize your watches and pour us a couple scotches People still as statues can’t catch you, turn pockets empty If they’re packed with plenty move some to ones lacking any While I take a crack at hacking the bank to jack em to cover high debts You’re screening floating bullets with a butterfly net, if there’s any screaming Pause it and cut out the sound, deposit the slugs underground I’m positive that we don’t fuck around No we go scooping up the diesel that’s leaking a sinking tanker Forever stuck at anchor like beetles get stuck in amber Halted like the thaw of the iceberg that shoulda sank her Halted right beside the temperature spike and the spread of cancer And all my peoples’ engagements and babies my friends are making We quit getting lamer, days quit getting later, life quits being labor, quick— You should come through to our party, dude bring your crew bring an army Youth is inside of the heart, the future can never harm me We’re never tardy (freeze, freeze, freeze) Late or early don’t worry we’ll wait cause we’re in no hurry to see those pearly gates I sit outside and watch the pigeon shit and tiny airplanes hanging in the sky and then I Hit a McCartney show and trip off how his arm is superglued to his guitar and then I Enjoy the lovely view and stand there for a month or two, my headphones looping Love Me Do on repeat Paul might not die if we try to wall off this diorama, we’ll buy all the time we want and then spend it all to Move this crowd—to join as converts to the church of blessed concerts and then conjure up some conversation Yes, I’m proud—my country is my heart and so in every combination we all rep a common nation That is how—I know that all we lepers and we shepherds join together now in holy congregation, everybody Stop right now! [Bridge: Camila Recchio & Watsky] I want to hear the church bells ring I want to see the fog roll in I don’t mind the muddy water I don’t mind the ocean wind Show me I’m alive right now Even if you gotta prick this skin Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes [Verse 2] Some days I throw my hands up like this shit right here is hopeless But today I throw my hands up like this shit right here’s the dopest I’ll never sew my family’s holes up saying hocus pocus So I focus love on what is whole and chase my magnum opus There’s so much more to life before I leave this skin behind me Right now I’m feeling finer than Aaliyah in the 90s Yeah, today I’m feeling firmly like my faith could never burn me Like I’m apt to move that mountain just by glaring at it sternly San Francisco used to seem bigger than Jupiter From the view of an atom the human body's a universe How impossibly big it be, this symmetry This brutality, and beauty and synergy And beyond what we'll live to see, I know nothing can limit me Just take everything ever and we are that times INFINITY